But Mike wasn’t paying attention to Jenny. Matt stood on the porch, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, his expression unreadable. XXX His focus had shifted to Tiffany. Mike’s confidence radiated off him, his broad shoulders and muscular frame a stark contrast to Tim’s lanky build. But this—this was raw, unfiltered power. Her body felt… good. She didn’t speak, didn’t make a sound, but her hands were careful, thorough. “You think that’s gonna stop me? Those tight skirts, those heels… You knew we were watching.”
Jenny’s jaw tightened, her voice low but steady. “Hands down.”
Jenny’s jaw clenched, but she obeyed, her arms dropping to her sides. “You think that’s gonna stop me? Hinds. “Getting close—”
The slap of skin grew louder, wetter. All of it.” His voice was a growl, the words sending a shiver down her spine. Her gaze flicked to Jenny, then to the boys, her face pale as she tried to
