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"Take me home."
Home. She was right, it was her home now, because we were never fucking let her go now.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Macy
Pulling a swimsuit up my thick thighs should be an olympic sport. I nearly fell over twice trying but once it was up and the control top was in place, it looked amazing. It was vintage style and high-waisted. The bikini top even managed to wrangle the girls for once. The dark black with bright white polka dots had my hair and eyes popping even more than usual.
I was ready for the old lady swim class.
This would be the second I attended and it was becoming one of my favorite workouts. Mainly my abs from laughing so damn hard. Grace was wild and she was the ringleader of the old ladies. Their number one mission was to drive Tate crazy but he loved every minute of it.
Throwing on a cover so I didn't walk through the entire gym in my pool attire, I headed downstairs. The guys had installed a key code lock so I didn't bother to grab keys or anything.
"There she is!" Grace called out with a whoop as I walked into the gym. "Did you get it, let's see it!"
She'd given me the link for the suit and told me it would look fantastic on my body type. I gave her a wink before making sure Tate was out before I slipped it over my head.
Tate made a choking sound and glared at Grace, knowing that she was behind it all.
"Have fun working through this class with a hard on, buddy!" she cackled maniacally as the rest of the class filtered in, completely unaffected by her insanity.
"Grace," he admonished but it was no use. He also didn't deny the comment as he sat down on the side of the pool to wait for the rest of the class to arrive. "Get over here, brat."
"Who, me?" I asked as I sat down next to him. His dark hair was wet and his hazel eyes were bright against the expanse of tan skin.
"I'd say you are definitely a brat."
My hands ran playfully over his abs and heat bloomed in his eyes.
"I'm not letting you come anymore," he groaned as he shifted so his boner was less noticeable. Then he turned serious. "You okay? Last night was a lot."
"It was," I admitted. "But no one is in jail, he got the message, and it was exactly the kind of closure I needed. It was so stupid but his words used to actually hold merit. I believed the things he said about me."
"What changed?"
"You guys," I admitted, my cheeks heating. "You guys treat me like a queen but you also boost my confidence without telling me bullshit. I think your embracing my cellulite and thick thighs and all that made it even easier for me to. So, when he said shit this time, it was almost... amusing. Red flags are easier to see when you aren't trapped with them."
"I'm glad you are realizing we mean everything we say," he teased. "I was running out of ways to show you that we love it all."
"I think you guys have the best ways of showing me," I laughed, remembering the marathon of orgasms they gave me last night. I'd slept like a rock after I finally passed out, snuggled between all three of them. We were going to need to get a bigger bed if that was going to become a habit.
"Alright, get this class started. I've got a bingo game to get to afterwards. Got to get fit for all those rich old men," Grace called out as she danced in place in the water. Apparently, they'd all gotten in place while we were chatting. Tate got up then offered me a hand but I slipped into the water instead and took my place near the ladies. Tate stayed on the ground outside of the pool so everyone could see his movements.
Tate blew a whistle that echoed in the room, the women going silent as he got started.
"Alright, walk in place, get those knees as high as you can stand it!" He walked in place and eyed every one of us as we mimicked his movement. His eyes narrowed on one of the ladies. "Patty, don't go too hard, we don't need a second hip replacement, woman."
"Yeah, listen to our badass champion! He made it to the championship game!" Grace yelled. Tate froze at her words, giving me an accusing look but I held my hands up.
"Don't look at me!" I called back.
"No, we all went! You didn't see us?" She almost looked disappointed for a second before her wicked grin was back in place. "Probably because you were busy beating the shit out of that guy."
"He got too close to Macy," he said, not revealing the full truth.
"Aw, a white knight that beats the shit out of your enemies? He's a keeper," Veronica called out. I gave her a wink.
