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Carter shudders beneath me, his breath uneven, his body still trembling.

Tate cocks his head as he drags his fingers down my jaw before pulling back just enough to tilt my chin up and force me to look at him. “Oh, pretty girl,” he murmurs, his thumb presses against my lips, smearing his cum across them. “We’re just getting started.”

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Carter

Ican’t breathe, I can’t think. Haven is still on top of me, my cum dripping out of her, her body trembling from everything we just did, her breath unsteady as she recovers.

I just had the single greatest moment of my entire fucking life. I can still feel her around me, still feel the way she clenched down, still hear the way she moaned my name, still taste her on my lips, still feel the goddamn high of it.

Fucking Tate. His voice cuts through the haze, filled with amusement that makes my stomach twist. What. The. Fuck?

My brain stutters, my muscles locking up, my pulse still too high, my body still too sensitive to even begin to process what the fuck he just said. But I know one thing, I don’t like it. My arms tighten around Haven on instinct, my grip possessive, my breath still ragged as I snap my head toward Tate, my voice rough. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Tate just tilts his head, I can feel his stupid smirk, I can hear it in the slow, taunting way he exhales. He strokes a hand down Haven’s spine, my jaw clenches, my muscles locking up all over again. “Just finishing what you started, little brother.”

My stomach plummets, my brain catching up, my body going cold despite the heat still lingering between me and Haven.

No, this isn’t fucking happening. I just had her, she’s mine. She came for me, she broke for me, she let me be the one.

And now, Tate is, what? Just sliding in like he fucking owns her, like he has some goddamn right? I shake my head, still trying to wrap my mind around the absolute insanity of what is happening right now, my voice strained as I repeat, “What the fuck do you mean, you’re just getting started?”

Tate lets out a low chuckle, and then without hesitation, without any fucking ounce of restraint, he grips Haven’s waist, his fingers pressing into her skin, keeping her right where he wants her. “Her pussy’s about to get filled again.”

My jaw locks, my pulse pounding, my muscles tensing so tight I feel like I might snap.

“You can be a part of it…” He squeezes her, like he’s making sure I see exactly how easily he can take control. “Or you can fuck off.”

My stomach twists, heat flashing through me, a mix of anger and something else I don’t want to fucking acknowledge. I want her. So fucking badly.

My body is still on fire from being inside her, my cock hardening at the thought of taking her again, of feeling her wrap around me, of hearing her moan my name, of making her mine all over again.

He knows it, he can see it in my hesitation, but instead of answering him, I look at her. At Haven. At the girl I just spent the last hour worshiping, claiming, losing and finding myself inside. At the girl who’s watching me with wide eyes, her breath uneven, her body still trembling between us. I force myself to ask “What do you want, Haven?”

Haven’s breath is ragged, her body still trembling between us, her fingers twitching like she doesn’t know how to say it.

She swallows hard, her lips parting, voice soft, uneven, hesitant… but honest. “I… I want both.”

My heart slams against my ribs, my stomach twisting, my muscles locking up so tight I can barely fucking breathe. I just want to please her. I want to be the one to make her moan, to make her fall apart, to make her tremble, to make her fucking wrecked. If that means sharing, if it means letting Tate have his moment too? Making sure she’s ruined by both of us? Thenfuck it,I’ll do it. I take a sharp breath, exhaling slow, dragging a hand through my hair before leveling my gaze at Tate, my voice low, firm, filled with quiet acceptance and just enough warning. “Fine.”

His head tilts slightly, like he wasn’t ready for me to give in so easily.

I square my shoulders, my voice dropping lower. “But keep your fucking mask on.”

Tate’s smile is audible when he exhales a slow, amused breath, tilting his head just slightly in my direction. “Gladly.”

Without another word, he steps around the couch, positioning himself on the same side as me and Haven, making this something I actually agreed to. Fuck, what the hell did I just agree to? I try to ignore him. I try to not look at him, not acknowledge his presence, not think about the fact that he’s about to be inside the same girl I just filled up.

I focus on Haven instead. Her expression, her trembling thighs, the way her lips are parted, swollen, still shining from what she did to Tate.

I focus on the fact that she wants this. She wants me, she wants him. All I feel is fucking desperate. My throat works around the words, voice strained when I finally manage to ask, “How… is this going to work?”

Tate chuckles, because of course he does. He always takes control, he always thinks he’s the one calling the shots, he answers. “She’s going to lay on her back,” he says smoothly, “I’ll be on top of her.” He glances at me now, his masked face unreadable, but I already know what’s coming next. “And you? You’ll use that pretty little mouth of hers from the side of the couch.”

I swallow hard. My hands clench into fists. Before I can second guess, before I can think about how fucked up this is, Haven shifts beneath me.

She moves, obeying, sliding onto her back, waiting.

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