Chapter 10
It was like a reverse walk of shame.
The thought had her lips twitching as she burrowed into J. She had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to be embarrassed about, but that didn’t mean her cheeks weren’t burning at the way J was carrying her, an intent to his actions that were unmistakable.
His brothers hollered out, laughter in their tones but no malice. The whoops they made were congratulatory, celebratory. Her mates’ brothers were almost singing them a wedding march.
A scandalous wedding march, true, but still, it was as grand as an MC got at four AM on a Thursday morning.
Each step J took was torment. It rubbed his shaft deep against her core, and in her position, there was no escaping from his branding touch. But it only got worse when they moved up the stairs, because
