"Faylinn, what the f**k do you mean the bruises were intentional?" my brother whisper-growls at me outside the clubhouse kitchen.
Leave it to Dire to possibly ruin a perfect morning. "Do you want the details, brother?"
He glares at me. "You can explain, or I can go punch him in the f*****g face for leaving marks on you."
Rolling my eyes, it's my turn to growl. "It was during s*x, for f**k's sake." My brother's eyes widen as he stands up straight, the clear moment of sibling horror flashing in his eyes. "When he came back last night, he needed an outlet. I told him to use me. It was great. I loved it. He was upset when he saw them. We talked. It's good. You happy?"
Dire actually gags. "I didn't need to know that."
I punch him in his chest, not hard enough to actually hurt h
