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I was playing with fire, but I lived for the burn.
Smirking, he moved down the length of my body, setting his hands on either side of me before taking my hardness into his mouth. Pure pleasure pulsed through my entire body, and sweat dripped from my forehead. I was reduced to making sounds I couldn’t recall while he sucked me off. Unfortunately, my antics led to him bringing me to the brink of a climax and stopping. After the third time without a release, I whimpered. Sweating profusely, I wiped my brow.
“I’m so close, Daddy.” I tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but he kept me in place. “I’ll be good. Please let me come.”
Tanner sucked the tip of my cock like he was trying to extract my very soul through it, before letting it drop from his mouth. “You are good, babyboy. I trust you’ll be in a much better mood when I’m done with you.”
His unspoken meaning was that he was going to play this on repeat until he allowed it. Settling in, I did my best to stay still as he returned his hot mouth to my most sensitive organ. He licked and sucked while rubbing his hand along my shaft. My foot twitched as he brought me to the peak. Tanner took me completely into his mouth, deep throating me. I came hard and fast, my cock sputtering as I hit an orgasm.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I mumbled before falling into post-climax bliss.
Tanner handled me better than I could have hoped for, and I trusted him enough to catch me.
Chapter 4
Tiana
Tate and I were hanging out, drinking beer in his living room. He’d been talking about his relationship mostly, but some of it was confusing to me. “How’d you convince them to move into your house, Tater?”
“We don’t technically live together yet. Jesse is closer to his job when he’s at the townhouse. Marissa is out of work for a few more weeks, so she’s staying here. We’re figuring out the logistics.”
“Has Jesse had a crush onyouall these years?”
“No.” Tate downed a few good swallows of beer. “Well, I don’t know. He was busy with work. I didn’t tell him about my feelings. A few months ago, he babbled about me to Luke, who encouraged him to pursue me.”
“I sorta thought you were the dominant one.” I shrugged.
“Iam,” he corrected. “But not with Jesse. It’s different, but I love it. I can’t even put into words how fulfilled my life has suddenly become. This relationship with him and Marissa changed everything.”
“Yeah.”
Tate patted my head. “You have a lot going on, Tot. Try not to overwhelm yourself with what’s been happening when you were away. There’s plenty of time to catch up.”
For a minute we were twenty something again without a care in the world. I missed the time with my twin more than ever. Looping my arm through his, I squeezed him closer to me. Tatum leaned over and brushed his eyelashes against my cheek. No matter how old we got, butterfly kisses were the one thing we’d always done. Something must have crossed my face because he set his bottle of beer down.
“What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t keep everything from him. No, Tate could read me like a book.
“Bad shit happened in California. Shit that might catch up to me!” I hadn’t told anyone about the threatening text messages and late-night phone calls. I didn’t want to worry anyone, but things were escalating. I’d never participated in illegal activity, but, unfortunately, I’d wound up in a bad part of town more than once. The dark side of the Los Angeles underground. Things I blocked out for so long.
“I will not let anything happen to you.” Tate took my hand in his. “Neither will Jesse. Do you want to talk to him about it?”
“Don’t get Jesse involved. Friendship and loyalty only go so far, Tate.”
“Now you’re scaring me.” He arched an eyebrow. “What sort of trouble are you in?”
“I shouldn’t have said anything.” I got off the couch as if I could stop his line of questioning with distance. “Will you please bring me home?”
“I’m not driving for at least an hour.” He patted the cushion next to him. “Come sit.”
Stomping my right foot twice, I glared at him. “I’ll walk home!”
“No, you will not.”
“Then I’m borrowing Felicity,” I said smugly.
My favorite horse. The one who greeted me as if I hadn’t skipped off a decade ago. She wasn’t mine, but she was one of the first ones Tatum brought to live on his property. I adored the mahogany Arabian so much. My parents had a small barn and she would be all right for the night. My brother stood and crossed the distance between us, observing my stance.
