She says nothing

She doesn't respond, blushing and biting her lip as Max gets his hands on her.

"Pool water, huh?" His fingers trail down to her inner thigh, collecting the evidence of Brett's claim as her breath hitches. The morning light catches the bite marks hidden beneath her bikini strap, and Max's pupils dilate as he presses her into the mattress, his erection grinding against her damp core. "Tell me every detail," he growls against her swollen lips.

The cabana fills with the wet sound of Max licking her trembling body, her whimpers mingling with the distant crash of waves. When his teeth close around her nipple, she arches violently, her thighs spreading wider in silent invitation as Max inhales the scent of another man on her skin. His possessive snarl sends heat lancing through her belly.

"He fucked my mouth" she gasps as Max's tongue traces the bite marks Brett left on her neck, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "Right in the bar...everyone watched..." The confession spills out between moans as Max's fingers dig bruises into her hips, his cock pressing against her slick folds wet from Brett's fingering.

His growl vibrates against her soaked skin as he flips her onto her stomach with one rough motion, yanking her hips up until her ass is on full display—still glistening with Brett's saliva. "Then let's make sure they see exactly who you belong to, he only used your mouth"

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as Max's cockhead teases her entrance, still stretched from Brett's fingers. The contrast of Max's possessive growls against her ear and the memory of Brett's rough hands makes her dizzy with want. "Please," she whimpers, pushing her hips back against him, "I need to feel you all of you." Her fingers claw at the sheets when he doesn't move, the deliberate denial making her ache.