He did just as he said and spent the morning and some of the afternoon playing with Cara. He handed her over when the crew came in for rehearsal. I noticed a flash of rage when he saw our older brother, but he said nothing, and Dallas was none the wiser.
“Hey! You finally got around to coming over. She’s a peach, ain’t she?” Dallas said, taking her from me.
“She really is. I’ll have to start taking more time off to come visit. Alright, I gotta head out. I need to go talk to Lola. See you guys later,” Blue said. I hugged him and before he pulled away, he whispered in my ear, asking me not to tell Dallas. I nodded. Of course, I wouldn’t.
We went straight into rehearsal. Everything was going great. Cash did catch me at a break and asked me how me telling Tate last night went.
“It went great, actually. I was nervous, but he was really supportive. How about you? Was Audrey okay?”
He frowned and shrugged.
“Yes and No. We’re still together, but she was upset that I didn’t mention it until now. I think we’ll be okay in the end, but it might be a little weird for a bit.”
I reached out and hugged him quickly.
“Well, you know I’m always here for both of you.”
“Same here. And honestly, once this blows over, I know Audrey will be so ready to start planning a wedding, kids, and all that stuff. She’s always talking about how yours and ours will be cousins like you guys, Lola, Rocky, and Rosa.”
“Ugh! I can’t wait! We’re getting so old!” I laughed and socked him playfully in the arm. “We’re making families!”
“Oh! You told him?” Tate interrupted, coming back into the rehearsal room. Cash and I both turned as all three of our friends returned.
“Told me…?” Cash questioned. Tate grinned innocently.
“She officially shares my last name now, and I asked her to adopt Cara last night.” He put his hands up and cringed a bit. “I wasn’t trying to overshadow her, I mean, your guys’ thing. It was purely coincidental. I’m cool with all of that… if you are?”
I realized then that we hadn’t truly talked about everything last night. With Blue’s surprise visit we only really glossed over my past miscarriage and future adoption of Cara. Cash blinked and extended a hand out for Tate to shake. Tate did so and pulled him in for the pat on the back hug thing guys did.
“We’re cool. I’m glad it’s not a game changer. You two are good together. And that’s great to hear about Cara.”
“And who knows, maybe some other future Whitlock’s?” Tate grinned at me and wiggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes but smiled. I loved that idea just as much as I was terrified by it.
I noticed Ronny was silent for most of this, and I felt a twinge of guilt. That passed though once we started playing again. We finished our workday and they went home with no more hiccups.
No sooner were they gone did Tate lock the door and scoop me up. I let out a small scream of delight as he leaned down and lifted me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his middle and I felt his arousal throb against my own.
“I have been waiting all fucking day to do this.” He pushed me gently against the door and then brought his mouth to mine. His lips were slightly damp from sweat. I kissed him back just as passionately.
“We should take this somewhere else,” I mumbled in between kisses. He paused, and turned around, holding me close. I tilted my head in confusion when he turned down the hall instead of going to our bedroom. He went back into our rehearsal room. He set me down and I instantly missed his warm arms.
“You know, I don’t think we’ve had fun in this room yet,” he raised his eyebrows and I slipped my arms back around his neck. I leaned in to press my lips against his. I don’t know what it was about this man, but I couldn’t settle for just one kiss. One kiss was a tease, and I was ravenous for more.
“Well, why don’t we rectify that?”
“Fuck yeah.” With that, he scooped me back up and carried me swiftly to the couch. Carefully, he lowered me to it, pressing my back to the cushion. Gently, as if I were made of glass, he joined me, pressing his body to mine. Our mouths met in a frantic tangle as our hands explored each other’s bodies. My hands roamed up and down, feeling every flexing muscle as he peeled my sweater off and started groping my breasts.
He lifted his head and smiled down at me. I tilted my head to give him room for him to press his lips to my neck. He dove in as if giving me pleasure gave him the same amount of pleasure. He groaned when I gasped. He throbbed as I squirmed with delight. My nerves went haywire as his hand dipped down, shoving my dress up.
He made no haste in slipping his fingers down into my panties and covering my sex with his palm. He made large deep circles with his palm, causing me to squirm and attempt to spread my legs for him. He pressed his body harder to mine, keeping me in place.
“Why so wiggly?” he chuckled, the vibrations from his throat rested on my collarbone, causing me to arch my back. God, how my body responded to his was incredible.
“What are you doing?” I asked when he suddenly sat up and removed his hands from my underwear and chest. He started crawling down my body. He stopped right at the apex of my thighs and began spreading my legs. They fell open with little opposition. He started placing gentle kisses on both sides, teasing me so much my core began to ache.
“I know I was always told not to play with what I eat, but man, it’s so much fun,” he said in his low, sexy voice. He reached up and put both of his hands on either side of my hips. I lifted up and let him take my underwear off.
He adjusted himself between my legs and his mouth went to my body again, absolutely ravenous. I gasped as his tongue ran up my slit and parted my lips.
