CHAPTER 43
MARCUS
The air in my lungs drained instantly.
Liam stood in the doorway, his tattooed arm leaning against the frame, as a lazy smile spread across his face. The same face that was contorted with pleasure just hours ago. The same mouth that wrapped around my c**k, and the same hands that gripped my hips and pulled me onto him.
"Marcus." His voice was smooth and casual like we were old friends. "Good to finally meet you."
I couldn't speak and could barely breathe. My hand was still extended from the knock, frozen in mid-air despite it being seconds ago.
Elena's fingers found my arm, squeezing gently. "Marcus? Are you okay?"
I forced a smile. "Fine. Just—surprised. Derek didn't mention his brother was so–"
"Tattooed?" Liam laughed, stepping aside to let us in. "Yeah, I'm th
