Sloane’s POV

My brother stood in the doorway, keys still hanging from his fingers, eyes moving between my face and the place where Rhys had just lifted his mouth from between my thighs.

His expression was unreadable at first — shock, then something darker, then a quietness that felt worse than shouting.

I pulled the sheet higher against my chest, heart beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.

Rhys finally moved and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His calmness made the silence worse. Then he reached for his pants without rushing.

“Get dressed, the both of you,” my brother said. His voice was...