Page 39 of You're To Blame 2

“You are so sexy in that black tuxedo.”

His tongue slid along my neck. Tate’s handsome blue eyes met mine in the mirror. “I can’t get enough of you,” he breathed.

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties. Tate slipped them down my thighs. My skin tingled under his touch.

“Widen your legs, Chelse.”

I unhooked my bra, and it fell down my arms to the floor.

“Chelsea, I miss living across the street.” I heard him unfasten his pants from behind.

“Only because I could see you every day.”

He circled his fingers over my nipples. I tossed my head back and a surge of energy swept through my body. “Yes, Tate.” I stroked his cock.

Tate bent me over the sink and slid two fingers inside of me. The anticipation of his next move kept me on edge. His free hand massaged my breast. He planted kisses along my shoulders. “The remainder of the school year will be a challenge. But as long as we’re together, we’ll get through it,” he whispered.

Tate slid inside me.

“Shit, I am so happy to be back in your arms.”

He hungrily kissed my lips. “I hated being away from you. No way am I bringing you home tonight. You’re staying with me.” Tate gripped my hips, quickening his pace. “I can’t believe I hated you only to learn later my brother was never dead.” His eyes slammed shut in an effort to hide the pain.

“Tate, look at me.”

His jaw tightened.

“Tate.”

Slowly, his eyes opened. Those blue eyes were dark and filled with pain. His twin betrayed him. Leaving us in an evil downward spiral for years. I hated as much as Tate we lost time. He leaned over again, caressing my chin. His tongue slipped between my lips. I almost lost the man I love to two psychos. Not a chance I’d let his brother get in his head next semester.

“Tate, stay here with me in the here and now. Not the past. We are together. That is all that matters.”

Tate slipped out of me. “What are you doing?” I cried.

He turned me around and sat my bottom on the cold marble counter.

“I needed to be closer to you.” Hooking my legs over his arms, he plunged deep inside me.

My head dropped back. “This is the best,” I moaned.

“This is the only dick you will ever get. It’s just me and you, baby. You’re my world, Chelse.” The sincerity in his eyes warmed my heart.

I gripped his face sucking those delicious lips. “Only you and me, Tate. Fuck,” I screamed in pleasure, as my orgasm struck with force through my core. Goosebumps prickled my skin due to the intensity of our passion.

“Shit, Chelse. This is the only place I ever want to be,” he groaned against my lips.”

I swept my hands under his shirt, scratching his back. “Tate, Tate,” I cried.

He stilled inside me. “Fuck, yeah,” he growled as he came. Our chests heaved against each other.

“So happy, I’ll have you all to myself later tonight.”

“I look forward to screaming as loud as I can the next time I come tonight.” I winked.

He chuckled.

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