Men will always be men won't they?
Couldn't they keep the sex off discussions? Why must they boast about it?
And right in my living room?
Roxy stomped down the wooden staircase. Each step sent a sharp jolt of pain through her sore hips and lower back, but the irritation pulsing through her veins easily overpowered it.
She gripped the wooden banister tightly, Kaelen's oversized cotton shirt swishing around her thighs as she descended.
The volume of the argument echoing from the living room was deafening.
"You lack control," Kaelen's voice was a low, dangerous snarl. "You took advantage of her exhaustion. We agreed to let her rest."
"She didn't look like she wanted to rest when she was riding Torian's knot while she looked like a feline," Ren shot back, his tone dripping with sheer, unadulterated smugness. "You should have heard the sounds she made, Wolf. She completely lost her mind."
Roxy flushed in embarrassment.
Was that really what happened?
