**My Brother’s Best Friend**

Chapter 38

YANA'S POV

I stay in the bathroom longer than I should.

Ryan’s voice carries up the stairs—casual, tired, asking Cole if he wants a beer. Cole answers like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just have me on my hands and knees with his cock buried inside me while his best friend’s car pulled into the driveway. The normalcy of their conversation makes what we did feel filthier. I clean up as best I can with shaking hands, wipe the thick evidence of him from my thighs, and pull the lace and coat back on. My reflection in the mirror looks wrecked—flushed cheeks, swollen lips,...