“You realize,” Tate murmurs between kisses, “if anyone tries this door, they’re gonna hear everything.”
I shudder.
Carter’s breath fans over the shell of my ear. “Is that what you want?”
I nod, dizzy. “I don’t care.”
“No,” Tate corrects. “You do care. You want it, you want someone on the other side hearing how fucking pretty you sound when you break.”
He drags my leggings down with one hand, and guides me toward the couch. Carter’s fingers slip beneath the hem of mytank top, finding bare skin and stroking. I gasp when Tate sinks to his knees.
“Let them hear you,” he groans, dragging his mouth up my thigh. “Let them wonder what you’re doing. Who you’re doing it for.”
My knees almost buckle.
Carter supports me, his chest pressed to my back, hand braced beneath my ribs as he guides me down onto his lap on the couch. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “You’re ours. They can hear it, but only we get to touch.”
I cry out when Tate licks a trail up the inside of my thigh. “You taste like you know you’re the prize.
Carter kisses my neck like he’s anchoring me mid-collapse. His hand dips lower, just enough to tease above my clit, to coax me into a spiral.
Tate’s mouth finds my pussy just as my fingers tangle in Carter’s hair. The doorknob rattles. We freeze, for half a breath, single, panicked beat.
Then Tate moans and his grip tightens. He groans against me like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard.
I cry out his name before I can stop myself, my hips buck chasing his tongue, my vision going black at the edges.
Carter moans, hand pressing over my mouth too late. “Fuckkk, baby come for us”
Tate rises slowly. “Someone’s gonna check the camera logs later and pray they find out who we are.”
My whole body is trembling.
Carter tugs me down into his lap harder before I can collapse, his cock stretching my pussy.
”Oh fuuuck sweetheart, I’m never going to get use to..” He thrusts into me deeper. “This.”
Tate sinks back down to his knees between my thighs and licks circles on my clit while Carter picks up his pace.
“C-carter, I’m.. I can’t” His arms are now hooked under mine, a move I regret Tate showing him.
”Mmm no, you can.” Tate groans, pressing my clit harder with his tongue. “Come all over my brother’s cock angel, all over my fucking tongue.
I lose it, Carter thrusts as deep as he can as I cry out both of their names.
We quickly clean up our mess just as Cassie texts me asking me where the hell I am. Carter presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Next time,” Tate groans. “We leave the fucking door unlocked.”
I’m fixing my hair in the hallway mirror when I hear it.
“Is thatmylittle screen queen?!” Cassie’s voice slices through the hall.
I spin just in time to see her rushing toward me in heels way too high and a leather jacket that’s probably more expensive than her car. James’s behind her, trying to keep up, looking mildly terrified but supportive as ever with two coffees in hand and a tote bag slung over his shoulder.
“Cassie—what the hell—” I don’t finish the sentence. She crashes into me at full speed, arms around my neck and her face buried in my shoulder.
“You did it,” she says, breathless and slightly choked. “Itoldyou. Iknewyou would.” She pulls back just enough to glance over my shoulder at the trophy Carter is now holding for me. “Holy shit,” she whispers. “That’sthetrophy?”
