I could tell it chafed him a bit that I didn’t remember him much, because he seemed like the type that expected everyone to be on a first-name basis with him.Entitledwas the word that came to mind, from the smug look on his face to the pretentious scarf around his neck.

“Donovan’s manners are downright shameful, leaving you all by yourself out here. Why don’t you come inside? I’ll make you a drink.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“I insist,” he said, walking backward and inclining his head for me to follow. “And before you refuse, I should let you know there’s no loitering in the building. Management can be quite strict about that, and, well, I’d hate to have to make a call.”

I narrowed my eyes as the challenge in his grew, and I almost told the guy to fuck right off.

Until my curiosity over what exactly was happening inside that room won out.

“One drink,” I said, pushing off the wall and moving past him.

But what I saw once I stepped inside was not what I’d expected.

Animated voices echoed around the space, laughter and shouts of disbelief, but too many were talking all at once for me to catch what they were saying. To the right, a couple of guys poured drinks in the kitchen, and to the left, several more were spread out along couches and chairs, while on the massive TV played—

Oh fuck.

My lips parted at the scene playing out—me railing Donovan against a wall—and I realized then why he’d wanted me to wait outside.

“Look who I found out in the hall,” East boomed from behind me. “The star of our show.”

Other than the raw sounds of us fucking on the screen, the room went dead silent as, one by one, every guy turned in my direction, eyes widening when they saw me.

I quickly noticed Donovan wasn’t among the group, but I could hear the faint sound of a shower running from somewhere in the condo. Did he know his friends were watching this? That it was him? They had to, right? It was why he’d been so cagey about my coming inside.

Nodding at the TV, I said, “Enjoying the show?”

“Not as much as you.” The comment came from the flashy one on the couch wearing what looked like—eyeliner? Unless his eyes were just that dark.

“I don’t know about that.” I ran my eyes over him and noticed the distinct outline of his erection. “You seem to be getting your money’s worth. Or at least you plan to the next time you’re alone.”

The guy on the couch closest to me let out a booming laugh as he looked over at his friend, who was now covering his lap with a pillow.

“Busted, Trav,” the tawny-haired one said, “or should we say you need togoand bust one?”

The flashy one—wait, he’d said his name was Travis at the club—flipped him off. “Shut the fuck up. I don’t see you standing to greet him.”

“None of you assholes are in any condition to greet him,” a surly-looking guy sitting away from the rest of the group said. “Unless we count Gavin. But I’m pretty sure he’s tossin’ his cookies in the bathroom.”

“What did you expect?” East said as he sidled up beside me, a delighted gleam in his eye. “Watching his brother get pounded that way is just…sinful. Wouldn’t you say?”

Oh Jesus.Donovan’sbrotherhad seen this?

Okay, it was one thing for Donovan’s friends to bear witness to my many talents. But to know Gavin’s brother had seen it too? No wonder Donovan was freaking out.

“It’s not like heknewit was his brother when he watched it.”

Everyone’s eyes turned from me to the strait-laced one at the far end of one of the couches. He was dressed as though he’d spent the day at the office, and for all I knew, he might have. Just because Donovan was in school didn’t mean the rest of them were.

“Ah, Preston Abernathy.” East chuckled. “Condoning brotherly love.”

Preston’s eyes narrowed on the shithead—I was pretty confident that was the best term for him—beside me.

“That’s not what I said at all.” He sighed, seemingly annoyed, and I noticed thathewas able to get to his feet quite easily. “Since no one else here has bothered, I’m Preston.”

He leaned over and held out his hand. Such a formal greeting, considering my naked ass was currently filling the screen.