Alli’s eyes widen in surprise before she tilts her head back in laughter. As much as I love the boys, I can’t wait to have Alli all to myself. I reach around her to open the door. She steps out and I pull it shut behind us.
Not even off the front step, I reach down and scoop her up over my shoulder. She squeals in delight. I see old man Henderson across the way smoking a cigarette.
“About damn time!” He hollers, raising up his mug. I chuckle and pick up the pace to her house.
“Tate! Where are you taking me? You don’t even know where your surprise is!” She says through giggles.
“Yes, I do, Darlin’,” I say, smacking and grabbing a handful of her ass. She gasps in surprise but arches back into my hand. I go to open her door, but it’s locked. I scoff, “Oh now you want to lock your door, huh?”
“Well, yeah, this handsome cowboy kept waltzing in—woah.” She’s cut off as I set her on her feet, capturing her chin with my finger and thumb.
“Unlock the door, Alli.” My voice comes out low and gravelly, nearly unrecognizable.
“Or what?” She raises a brow. I know she's just being playful. Two can play this game. I stepforward, then two. With each step, she retreats to the door until her back is pressed against it. I lean down close to her face.
“If you don’t open the door in the next three seconds, Darlin’, I’ll have you moaning and screaming my name loud enough for the entire neighbourhood to hear. I won’t give a fuck who sees. I’ll make sure they all know— you’re mine.” Her lashes lower, breath hitching as her attention drifts to my mouth. When I lick my lips, she bites her bottom lip and rocks her hips into me. Needing to touch her, my hand comes up to cup her cheek. The other grips her waist firmly and squeezes the soft curve.
“Yours, huh?” She asks breathlessly. I nod, not looking away. “And just what do you plan to do with me?”
“I plan to worship every inch of you.”
Her lips part as the heat in her gaze intensifies. I press my lips firmly to hers, her warm lips parting for me instantly. I give into the kiss, my hands roaming under her shirt and tracing her ribs. My words come out as a growl, “Keys, Alli.”
She fumbles with them for a moment before I swiftly take them from her hand, unlocking it easily. I wind one arm around her and lift her from the ground. Her legs wrap around my waist, ankles locking behind my back while her arms go around my neck like a baby koala. Thethought makes me chuckle as I carry her up the stairs.
“What?” She leans back unexpectedly to look into my eyes, making me nearly drop her, “Are you laughing at me? I can walk. You were the one who decided to carry me.”
“Yes, ma’am. So, I can do this,” I smirk, squeezing her ass with both hands. I still remember which room is hers from our time sneaking back and forth like teenagers. I turn and open the bedroom door.
I toss her on the bed, drawing the first gasp from her. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the side. The little blue butterfly around her neck sparkles in the light. I take it between my fingers as I settle over her.
“I’m glad you’re wearing this.”
“I never took it off.” She says softly. Her hands come to rest on the back of my neck, fingers playing gently with the end of my hair. “Are you ever going to tell me the story of that tattoo?”
My face flames and I duck into her neck.Never.
“Ah…it’s not important. I like the story of you discovering it better.” Now it’s her turn to blush. I chuckle and brush her blonde hair from her face, my eyes roaming over and memorizing the rose-coloured tint of her skin. Alli pulls me down to her, our mouths coming together in a searing kiss. She sits up, arms raised for me to pull her shirt off. As I reach behind her, unclamping her bra with one hand, I catalog every inch of exposed skin as she lays back. My lips are on her, kissing her full breasts as I unbuckle my jeans with one hand, kicking them to the floor.
When I finally line myself up with her, she places a hand on my chest. Again, those words that I want to shout are on the tip of my tongue.
“Every fucking day—I wished you were mine.” I put my hand over hers, “Every single God-damned day.”
Her eyes widened, shining with tears. Her chin wobbles the slightest bit and when she speaks, it shatters my world and puts it together all at once.
“I love you, Tate. I think I’ve loved you for a while and I was just really fucking scared to admit it.” Her wide eyes search my face, like it took every ounce of bravery to say it out loud. My exhale is full of relief and hope. One hand presses into the mattress by her head, holding me up, and I use the other to gently cup her face. She leans into my touch.
“I love you, Darlin’,” My thumb brushes over her jaw, “I’ll make sure you know it. You’ll never have to wonder.”
My thumb easily brushes away the tear that escapes her. This time when I push into her, I hold her close to me, showing her how much Ilove her with every touch, thrust, and kiss. When she comes apart it’s a chant of my name and I love you’s. She rolls us over to ride me, and still, I hold her to me. We can’t be close enough. It’s not fucking. It’s becoming one, not knowing where one of us ends and the other begins. When I can’t hold back any longer, I pull her hips down burying myself as deep as I can as I finish.
“Darlin’, You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” I say, panting and sweating. She tucks her hair behind her ear with that shy smile.
“Lucky you,” She quips. I pull her to me and plant a kiss on her lips. “We should probably go relieve your sister of babysitting duty.”
I pull her back as she tries to get up and dress, keeping her from any and all responsibilities. She giggles as I tickle her sides.
“We aren’t leaving this house for the rest of the day.”
