Chapter 2Ethan’s POV.Liam’s fingers stayed hooked under the hem of my shirt, the rough pads dragging slow and deliberate across the sensitive skin right above my waistband, sending hot little sparks straight down to where my cock was already throbbing and leaking in my shorts, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ripped through me when he started peeling the fabric up inch by filthy inch. “That’s it,” he muttered low, voice thick, eyes locked on my stomach as it came into view. “Lift your arms for me, Ethan. Let’s see what you’ve been hiding under here.”I did it without thinking, arms going up, and the shirt dragged over my head, his warm knuckles brushing my nipples on purpose, pinching them lightly between his fingers so they pebbled up tight and aching. The cool air hit my bare chest and back but it felt like fire because Ryan and Marcus were staring hard now, Ryan palming the fat bulge in his sweats while he grinned. “Fuck yeah, look at those nipples. Already hard as little
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