LIAM’s POV

The drive back home was quiet. Noah sat beside me in the back seat, staring out the window, his hands clenched in his lap. 

I could see the wet spot on his jeans from where he had cum untouched on the rooftop. 

He hadn’t said a word since Jamal pulled out of his mouth.

Marcus drove. Jamal sat up front, Tyrone beside us in the back, one big hand resting on Noah’s thigh the whole way. Every time Noah tried to shift away, Tyrone squeezed tighter.

When we stepped inside the penthouse, Marcus locked the door behind us and pointed straight to the bedroom.

“Take off your clothes,...