Chapter 237 We Wait (Ii)

• My eyes locked with Waylen sitting on the couch in front of us with a very evident bulge. He was watching. My legs shook as I tried to sit or push into a better position. The vibrations had ceased. Malik locked an arm around my waist and pulled me up. He didn’t fix my dress so when I sat on his lap, his cock was warm against my ass. I tried to move, but he only tightened his arm. My legs hung over his, my dress bunched over my waist for Waylen to see but not touch. It didn’t help that he chose the couch closest to Waylen, putting us directly in his sight.
• “Can we talk now?” Waylen muttered. His eyes strayed to my dress, to Malik’s hand on my boob. I wasn’t sure what agreement they had, but it kept him seated. “I have to be back to the pack soon. Let’s get to it.”
• A part of me wished I could crawl to Waylen and help with the discomfort in his pants. But I couldn’t go without Malik’s permission. It must be payback for that sex in the car. I thought Malik was over it. I thought wrong. Or maybe he was and Otis had other plans.