We spread out the food on the coffee table, burgers, fries, milkshakes. Carter helps unwrap everything, his fingers brushing mine more than once. Tate leans back with his drink, watching our dynamic quietly.
It’s comfortable, stupidly comfortable.
Cassie licks fry salt off her fingers and tosses the last napkin into the takeout bag. “Alright,” she says, standing and stretching. “I’m gonna get out of your hair before things get weird.”
Carter chokes on his milkshake. Tate just lifts a brow, looking extremely unbothered.
“You sure? You could stay for a movie.” I ask, half teasing.
She snorts. “Tempting, but I like to keep a little mystery between me and your boyfriends.” She pulls me into a hug before I can say anything else, whispering, “Text me everything. I mean everything,” in my ear, then gives the guys a quick, two-fingered salute on her way out.
The door clicks shut behind her, and then it’s just the three of us. For a second, no one moves. Carter leans forward. “Movie?”
Tate shrugs. “Sure. Pick something scary.”
“Pick something that won’t keep me up all night.” I yawn, flopping onto the couch between them and grabbing the remote.
Carter settles on one side, his arm draped casually behind me. Tate claims the other, legs stretched out, fingers tapping absently on his knee. We scroll, we bicker, and finally land on something none of us are fully invested in.
The movie plays, some horror sequence I’m barely understanding. Someone screams on screen, but the only thing I’maware of is the heat coming off both of them. Carter’s hand is the first to move, slow like he’s not trying to rush it. His fingers graze over the top of my thigh, then settle there.
I shift slightly and every nerve under my skin is catching fire. Tate’s hand slides lower, just enough to mirror Carter’s. He doesn’t pretend it’s innocent, he never does. That’s one thing from him I’ll never get enough of. He moves like he’s playing a game, one he plans to win with minimal effort and maximum chaos.
Carter’s fingers press a little firmer, drawing a lazy circle through the fabric of my leggings. His voice is a whisper when he leans in. “You’re shaking, baby.”
Tate leans closer on the other side, his voice wicked against my ear. “She should be. Sitting here, between us, squirming while we pretend we’re watching a movie? That’s fucked up. You like it don’t you?”
My lips part. I try to answer, but nothing comes out.
Carter kisses the top of my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin. “Are you nervous?”
“She’s desperate,” Tate drawls out, his hand sliding higher, his knuckles grazing the inside of my thigh. “I can feel it. You wanna be good and keep still, huh? You wanna let us touch you while this movie keeps playing in the background like nothing’s happening?”
My hips jerk just slightly.
Carter’s fingers tighten. “Tell us if you want to stop.”
“Or tell us what you want more of.” Tate adds.
I still can’t speak. My thighs are trembling, my pussy is already aching. Their hands climbing, inching closer to where I need them most, one sweet, one savage, both of them making it impossible to breathe.
I am so close to falling apart, and the movie hasn’t even hit the halfway point. Their hands move in sync now; Carter tracing slow, careful patterns just beneath the hem of my shirt,.
Tate on the other hand, is not afraid of anything. His hand slides higher between my thighs, confident and unrelenting, his fingertips pressing with just enough pressure to make my breath catch. He leans in close, mouth brushing the top of my ear, and the words he murmurs aren’t soft at all. He’s the one that makes my body jolt. He’s the one that makes my pulse spike. His fingers shift again—lower, and he doesn’t stop to ask permission. Myleggings are being pulled off before I can even try to compose myself.
Carter’s hand finds my jaw, gently turning my face toward him. “You okay?” he asks, and it’s not just sweet, it’s grounding. His voice keeps me from floating too far off the edge Tate’s dragging me toward.
I nod. Carter presses his lips to my cheek, then down to my shoulder. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
Tate chuckles. “She’s ruined like this.” His hand moves again. My whole body tenses, I reach out blindly, grabbing onto Carter’s thigh just to steady myself.
He takes my hand in his, laces our fingers together like he’s trying to remind me who’s holding me through all of this.
Tate leans in again, his voice nothing but ice and fire. “You gonna fall apart for us right here, pretty girl? Can’t even sit through a movie without begging, huh?”
Carter kisses my knuckles. “You don’t have to say anything, baby.”
My head tips back against the couch, I can’t breathe, or maybe I can but it’s too shallow. My chest rises and falls in tight, uneven waves as Carter’s lips trace a slow path down my neck, his hand cradling mine.
