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"He's worried about me," Tate admitted. I listened as he gave his side of the story. "He saved my life that night and has every day since."
"I'm glad you're here," Macy said, squeezing Tate.
We didn't break the moment until I parked and shut off the car.
"I messaged my therapist," he said before we could climb out. "She's calling in twenty. Be there for me after?"
"Always," I said.
The mood was somber as we headed upstairs. Tate gave us each a kiss before heading for his room.
"I'm glad you're not holding back from each other tonight," she said as the door clicked shut.
"We agreed to give you time to adjust to the idea," I admitted sheepishly. "You took it fine but it's one thing to hear it, another to see it. We just got you to agree to date us, I didn't want to push it too far."
She rolled her eyes. "You guys are a pain in the ass."
"But sexy ones," I teased. "Let's order in something and get ready for post-therapy Tate."
"Should I do anything specific?"
"Help him forget it," I admitted.
"Did her handsy touching get to him, is there more than he told me before? I don't need details, I'm just wondering why tonight is so rough?"
She was perfect. I loved that she worded it in a way that wasn't just curiosity. In fact, she didn't want details, just the stuff she'd need to know to help. She was too good to be true.
"I'm not positive but I think she reminded him of his mom. She wasn't one for boundaries and would be emotionally abusive and then play it off like a joke."
She winced. "That described Blake's behavior to a t. Minus the emotional part."
"Yeah. The night I found him, his dad had sent a letter from the prison," I explained, giving her the details he’d left out. "It was more of that toxic bullshit. Even from there he wanted to drag his son down. He was a twisted, sick person. That was the last communication they had before he died."
She shook her head sadly before she glanced around.
"Is he a ‘snuggle and movie to cope’ type, or ‘we fuck him until he's too exhausted to think’ type?"
I laughed. "Definitely the second."
She met my eyes and I stepped into her space. "I usually take the lead. You going to let me dominate you both tonight, princess?"
Macy swallowed hard and nodded. The way her eyes burned with heat meant she loved the idea.
"You think about that while I get food here," I said, kissing her hard and fast, making my intentions known, before heading for the couch. She headed for Elias's room and I heard the shower a moment later.
I was too on edge to do much other than listen for the two of them and wait for our food. It arrived before either one of them emerged. As soon as I sat the bags on the table Tate was coming out. I was relieved to see his face not streaked in tears.
He sighed and dropped down on the couch, looking exhausted.
"What do you need?"
"I'm actually better than I expected. She reminded me of a few techniques and we talked it out. I'm tired but I also still want to work out this tension," he admitted. "Where is Macy?"
"Here," she said, drawing our attention to her.
"Holy fuck," Tate groaned and all I could do was nod in agreement.
She was standing there in lingerie. It was a red-lace set with a halter bra that didn't hide any of her gorgeous tits. I could see her hard nipples through the thin lace and the cleavage was downright sinful. She turned and wiggled her ass at us. The short-like panties outlined her cheeks and hips, accentuating the curves.
