Chapter 2
Grace's POV
Ethan’s lips curved faintly. “So wet.” His thumb rubbed in slow circles over my clit through the cloth, steady, controlled, while his eyes stayed locked on mine. “You’ve been dying for us, haven’t you?”
I couldn’t lie, I nodded, biting my lip, my hips already grinding against his hand.
Ryan chuckled, low and dirty. “I never know you could be this bad, I love it.”
His words made me hotter, shame mixing with the sharp stab of desire. I moaned louder, my back arching against the couch.
Ethan pressed harder, rubbing deeper circles, his other hand gripping my thigh to hold me open. “Take these off,” he ordered. “Now.”
My hands shook as I hooked my fingers into my shorts and shoved them down, kicking them off quickly. My p***y was bare, glistening in the dim light,
