Chapter 2

Ethan’s POV.

Liam’s fingers stayed hooked under the hem of my shirt, the rough pads dragging slow and deliberate across the sensitive skin right above my waistband, sending hot little sparks straight down to where my cock was already throbbing and leaking in my shorts, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ripped through me when he started peeling the fabric up inch by filthy inch.

“That’s it,” he muttered low, voice thick, eyes locked on my stomach as it came into view.

“Lift your arms for me, Ethan. Let’s see what you’ve been hiding under here.”

I did it without thinking, arms going up, and the shirt...