Braxton
He could see Farley was glaring at Leigh this morning, and he sighed internally to himself. Knew that it was actually partly his fault. Hell, it was entirely his fault. He’d been the one to get all turned on there during that struggle with Leigh last night, start the s*x they’d ended up having, hadn’t even bloody cared that Farley was right there to see it, or hear it either. Had bloody forgotten that man was right there.
He even suspected that those two were rejected mate’s, though that was not confirmed at all, was he thought fairly obvious from what he’d been seeing going on between them since his arrival. Now it seemed he’d just made their situation worse.
That boy may have stalked away last night, but he knew they’d had s*x, it was written all over the boy, his full on tick
