I should’ve known better than to walk through the house wearing nothing but a tiny tank top and lace panties.
But I didn’t expect them to be watching me.
It was past midnight. I thought they were all asleep. The house was dark, the air still, the TV humming quietly in the living room.
I just wanted water.
And maybe… maybe I wanted to be seen.
My n*****s were hard under the thin white fabric. My ass was basically hanging out. I was soaked between my thighs for no damn reason other than the fact that living in a house with three grown men was doing something to me.
My stepbrother Jaxon had invited me to stay after my breakup, saying it was “safer here.” But nothing about this place was safe — not the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention, not the smirk Mason gav
