LIAM’s POV

We got home from the penthouse on Sunday night, both of us sore, leaking, and quiet. Noah kept touching his ass like he still couldn’t believe what had happened. 

I kept catching him staring at me with this mix of shame and hunger in his eyes.

Monday and Tuesday we tried to act normal. Work, dinner, and cuddling on the couch. But every time one of us moved, the ache reminded us. We didn’t talk about it. We didn’t have to.

Wednesday night the doorbell rang at 9:30.

Noah froze on the couch.

But I already knew who it was.

Marcus, Jamal, and Tyrone walked in like they...