And I’m crying harder.
Carter tugs me closer, pressing his forehead to mine like he’s grounding himself. “Oh, before I forget, we put your account with all your devices on the Wi-Fi already.”
I choke out a laugh, still sniffling. “You didn’t.”
“We did,” Tate says. “It’s locked behind a password no one will ever guess.”
I narrow my eyes. “What is it?”
They both speak at once. “CarterIsASimp69,” Tate says. “TateCanSuckIt,” Carter shoots back.
And then they argue about it while I stand in the middle of the hallway, holding my new house key.
Later, after the rest of my stuff is brought inside, the three of us are stretched across the couch, Carter presses a kiss to my temple. I tilt my head, resting it on his shoulder, glancing at Tate over Carter’s chest.
“Your bedroom pretty girl. Now.”
Carter looks between me and Tate disappearing upstairs into what’s now my roomand groans. “Wait. Are we skipping dinner? Like… real, edible food?”
We don’t answer and the second I step into my room Tate’s hands are on me.
He walks me backward toward the bed, his mouth down the side of my neck, over my collarbone, down to the hollow of my throat. His fingers find the hem of my shirt and yank it up.
“Two weeks without this,” he groans, kissing the curve of my shoulder. “You really expect me to be normal?”
“Missed you too,” I murmur, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, the other sliding under his shirt as he pulls it off.
“I never stopped,” Carter whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth.
Between Carter’s soft touches and Tate’s possessive ones I’m stripped down to my bra.
Tate spins me, pulling me toward the bed until the backs of his knees hit the edge.
I don’t even realize what he’s about to do until his grip on my hips tightens and he pulls me forward, right into his lap.
My breath catches, my bare skin meeting fabric at first, but he doesn’t let it stay that way. His hand slides down his own thigh, dragging the hem of his shorts up. “That’s better, I need to feel you.”
He shifts me without warning, guiding me down onto his thigh, setting me exactly where he wants me. My hands land on his shoulders.
“Fuck…” he exhales under his breath. “Yeah. Right there, pretty girl.”
Carter’s hand closes around my jaw, turning my face toward him, and his mouth finds mine before I can steady myself.
Tate doesn’t wait for me to catch up, his hands lock on my hips, and he rocks me down once on this thigh. “Move angel.”
My breath breaks into Carter’s mouth. I try slowly but Tate’s grip tightens, correcting me instantly, setting the pace himself. “Not like that, here slow it down. Feel it drag.”
Carter hums softly against my lips, one hand sliding down my spine, kissing me deeper.
Tate shifts his leg slightly higher, changing the angle just enough to make me react harder, and I gasp into Carter’s mouth. “Yeah,” he groans. “Fuckkk, just like that. You feel it now, don’t you?”
My grip tightens on him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I try again, slower this time, but it doesn’t last. The second it starts to build, I lose control of it, my movements turning uneven.
Tate’s hand slides up my side, then back down, dragging me with it, forcing me to slow. “Easy pretty girl, don’t start begging for it already.”
I shake my head slightly against Carter, but he just kisses me again, softer this time, his thumb brushing along my jaw. “Listen to him baby, you’re doing fine.”
That shouldn’t make it worse, but it does.
