Page 87 of A Little Secret

My stomach bottoms out, and I squat down, grabbing my jeans and sliding them back into place as my face burns like it was dipped in acid. I don’t get embarrassed. Not really. But this? My brother catching me with my pants literally down as his best friend fucks me in the men’s locker room was not the way I wanted to end my day.

Well, the fucking part I’m cool with, but the brother catching me part? Not so much.

His footsteps are slow but oh-so deliberate as Everett moves toward us.

Step. Step. Step.

They echo off the tile walls, and I fight to steady my breathing. I’ve pissed my brother off more times than I can count in my short life, but this? Yeah. This takes the cake.

“What. The. Fuck?” he demands.

Peeking around Griffin’s very naked body, I start, “Everett, calm down.”

“Is this thefriendyou were coming to see?” he spits. His sneakers threaten to touch Griffin’s bare toes as they stand chest to chest. Face to face.

Lifting his hands in surrender, Griffin starts, “Look, Ev?—”

His head snaps to the side from Everett’s sucker punch, and my hands press against his bare back as he stumbles into me. Holy shit. Did my brother really just hit Griff?

Yup. Yup, he did.

Once he’s steady, I move around Griff and shove my brother in the chest. “Back the hell up, Everett!”

“Don’t start with me, Fin.”

Craning my neck, I glare up at him. “No, don’t start withme.” I jab at my sternum. “I know this is a little bit of a shock to you, but you are not allowed to walk in here and act like Griffin was defiling me or whatever. I’m a grown adult.”

“How long have you been fucking my best friend, Finley?” he growls.

The words are like a lash. So cold and heartless, my body reacts on its own, and I flinch back. The disgust in his voice? The hurt? I guess it hits different, doesn’t it? And I don’t…I don’t know what to say.

“Back up, Everett,” Griffin warns. The heat of his chest seeps into my back as he moves behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

My brother’s attention snaps from me to his best friend. “Using my sister as a shield, asshole?” He scoffs. “Fucking coward.”

Griffin’s chest expands on a slow breath, but he doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t move me aside. Just stares at his bestfriend as if contemplating how to handle this situation now that the cat’s out of the bag. Well, one of the cats, anyway. There’s still the doozy of the bun in my oven, but hey. One surprise at a time, right?

It would probably help the entire situation if Griffin’s bare cock wasn’t nudged against my jeans-covered ass, though. I glance at the towel splayed on the ground behind Everett but decide it isn’t worth the effort. Not at the moment.

Silence surrounds us. Heavy. Thick. Toxic.

Seriously, I’ve never been speechless like this. I’ve never not known what to say. But right now? Standing between my brother and his very naked best friend? I don’t know what to say or how the hell I can fix this. If I can even fix this. This was the look I’d been hoping to avoid. The one tainted in disappointment. Disgust. Betrayal.

Shame unfurls inside of me, and I cross my arms. “Ev,” I start. “I know you’re disappointed, but?—”

“Disappointed?” Another laugh escapes him. “I’m more than disappointed.”

“Let me handle this, Fin,” Griff murmurs. “Ev, I know you’re pissed, all right? And you have every right to be, but don’t put this on her, and don’t act like you’re oblivious to my feelings for Fin.”

Nostrils flaring, Everett’s attention snaps from me to Griffin. “What the hell are you talking about?”

With a low chuckle, Griffin dips his head over my shoulder, skates his lips across my cheek, and steps around me with a confidence I honestly envy, especially while sporting his birthday suit.

“I’ve had a thing for Finley since she was a freshman in high school,” Griffin tells him. “Remember?”

My brother’s expression falls, but he doesn’t back away. Doesn’t give his best friend any room as Griffin bendsdown and grabs the towel from the floor. It’s probably dirty, and I have no doubt that under different circumstances, there isn’t a chance in hell he’d wrap that thing around his waist again, but considering his current predicament, it’s the least of his worries. The least of mine, too.

“And what did you tell me, Ev?” he pushes, knotting the fabric to cover his impressive cock.

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