Page 83 of No Save Point

Me:did you really let Tate navigate?? rookie mistake

“What’s so funny?” Cassie chimes in.

I huff a laugh, dropping back onto my bed, phone still in hand. “They’re lost.”

Cassie cackles. “Of course they are.”

I barely finish typing out my next message before my phone vibrates again, another text from Carter popping up on my screen.

Carter:never letting Tate use gps again, we’re here btw

Me:door’s unlocked, come find meI exhale, sitting up straighter, my fingers tightening around my phone, my stomach flipping with that same stupid excitement I’ve been trying to ignore all day. It’s one thing to talk to Carter every single night, Tate’s more of a texter, but it’s another to have them actually here, parked outside my house, bringing whatever new chaos they’re about to unload into my life.

“Alright, I gotta go,” I tell Cassie, already pushing off my bed, smoothing down my shirt, ignoring the sudden heat creeping up the back of my neck.

“Oh, no,” she says immediately, her tone full of mischief. “You don’t get to hang up now. I want full play-by-play commentary, I want details, I want to hear—”

“Cass.” “What? I just think it’s funny that you’re freaking out—”

“I’m not freaking out, I love you bye now.” She snorts. “Love you too Havie, have fun.”

Rolling my eyes, turning toward the window, spotting Carter’s car pulling into my driveway. I watch as they park, Tate clearly saying something to Carter, probably some last-minute snide remark before they head inside.

My pulse picking up slightly, my fingers curling into the sheets as I wait, my ears straining for the sound of the front door opening, the weight of their footsteps, the moment this whole thing becomes real.

The second my bedroom door opens, I lay eyes on them, on Carter’s warm brown gaze locking onto mine, on Tate’s cocky smirk, on the pure, unfiltered tension crackling between all three of us I don’t hesitate. I launch myself at Carter, my arms wrapping tight around his shoulders, my legs instinctively hitching around his waist as he catches me with ease, his hands gripping my thighs, his chest pressing against mine, and then my lips are on his, claiming him, tasting him, kissing him like I’ve needed to for weeks.

He groans into my mouth, deep and needy, his grip tightening, his fingers digging into my skin as he pushes into me, matching my energy, giving me everything I demand from him and more, but just as the moment starts to consume us, just as his kiss grows desperate, just as his hands start to wander…

Tate groans behind us. I smile against Carter’s lips, pulling back just enough to glance over my shoulder, meeting Tate’s expectant gaze, catching the way his arms cross over his chest. “You won’t be left out,” I assure him, my voice a little breathless, teasing, as I let my fingers brush over Carter’s jaw one last time before he sets me back down on my feet.

Tate doesn’t wait, his hands grip my waist, his body pressing up against mine, his fingers trailing lower, until they’re gripping my ass hard, squeezing possessively, pulling me flush against him as his mouth crashes into mine, hard, claiming, unapologetic.

His hands stay locked on my ass, squeezing, kneading, pulling me tighter against him, and it’s only then that I feel it. He’s hard, and straining against his shorts, pressing into my stomach, my fingers instinctively fisting into the fabric of his hoodie, my knees suddenly weak, my body desperate for more. Before I can fully lean into the heat of Tate’s touch, I feel something else.

Carter, behind me. Pressing up against my back, I let out a shaky breath, my head spinning, my body trapped between them, between their heat, their touch, their want, and I don’t fight it.

The room spins around me, my senses overloaded, my skin burning with the heat of their bodies as they guide me backward, my legs hitting the edge of my bed before I finally give in, letting them lower me down, the mattress soft beneath me, the weight of their hands a slow, steady force against my body. Tate’s mouth already trailing along the curve of my jaw while Carter leans down, pressing a kiss just below my ear.

Fingers graze the hem of my shirt, teasing, lifting, waiting for some kind of resistance that never comes, because I don’t want them to stop. I don’t want hesitation. I don’t want space between us. I want their hands on me, their mouths claiming every inch of my skin, their bodies pressing me down into the mattress like I belong to them, and the moment I lift my arms, giving them permission, they take it.

Carter lifts my shirt up first, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of my stomach as he pulls it over my head, discarding it somewhere behind him, his eyes focused in awe as he takes me in. “You’re—God, you’re beautiful.”

Tate follows next, his hands sliding down my sides, finding the button of my jeans, popping it open easily, his fingers hooking beneath the waistband, dragging them down my legs, his mouth leaving a burning trail of kisses along my thighs, teasing, his breath hot against my skin.

A moan slips from my lips, quiet but unrestrained, and it only fuels them. Carter’s mouth finding my collarbone, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the slope of my shoulder. Tate’s hands gripping my thighs tighter, parting them just enough to drive me insane.

“Open up for us, pretty girl,” he says, nipping gently at the sensitive skin near my hip. “Let us ruin you.”

My body reacts instinctively, arching into them, my fingers finding themselves in Carter’s soft hair, my other hand grabbing the sheets as Tate’s tongue trails barely over my skin, making me shudder.

The pace is agonizing, a slow, torturous pull against every nerve in my body, the deliberate teasing, the way their hands roam, mapping me out. Carter’s mouth is relentless, trailing lower, his tongue flicking over the swell of my breasts, teasing through the lace of my bra. Tate is worse, his lips barely ghosting over my hip bones, his breath fanning hot between my legs, teeth bared into a grin pressed against my skin.

I whimper, arching beneath them, desperate for more, desperate for them to stop holding back, to stop drawing this out like they have all the time in the world to take me apart. My head tilts back against the pillows, a moan slipping past my lips as Carter finally tugs the straps of my bra down my shoulders, his lips following their descent. “Fucking perfect,” he moans as his teeth scrape over my bare shoulder, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric, pushing it lower, exposing me inch by inch. His hands are warm, palms skimming the curve of my tits before his mouth follows, lips parting, tongue licking, sucking, teasing until I’m gasping beneath him.

Tate groans, fingers tightening on my thighs, dragging me closer, spreading me wider, his voice nothing but heat and sin. “Look at you, pretty angel,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the inside of my thigh, his tongue darting out just enough to make me shudder. “Already so fucking wet for us.”

I suck in a breath, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body burning from the inside out, I can feel him smile against my skin, can feel the way he presses his lips lower, closer, feel the way Carter’s hands tighten on my waist, like he’s barely holding himself together.

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