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Tate was quiet, but I hadn’t heard him leave and could somehow still feel that he was there. Had he come all over his hand and stomach? I wanted to peek out from under the blanket, but my limbs were heavy, and I couldn’t quite move yet.

“Stretch out your legs.” Cal scooted back down the couch, taking me with him. It was a bit awkward unfolding my legs after they had been bent like they had, but I managed to.

“Fuck. I can’t move.” Cal chuckled, only his upper back and shoulder on the couch. “Little help here, Tate.”

Tate grunted and sounded like he stood up before the blanket was pulled away. Tate stared down at us, his cock hanging limp and his stomach and hand still covered in his release.

“Give me a second.” He grabbed the back of his shorts and did a half-run-half-waddle to the kitchen.

I giggled and Cal groaned, his neck and face straining. “Are you okay?”

“Legs. Cramping. Going to fall.” He sucked air in through his teeth and I braced myself for the jolt, but then Tate was back, helping Cal to lie on the couch. “Please tell me that’s water that just touched my back.”

Tate looked at his hand and then grinned. “I must have missed some between my fingers, sorry.” He didn’t sound very sorry to me.

I laughed, burying my face in the crook of Cal’s neck as Tate re-covered us with the blanket.

It oddly was comforting to have it completely covering us, and given the circumstances, it was perfect... for now.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

Tate

My morning had started on a bad note with a phone call from my dad, but after baking cookies and an orgasm, I was feeling much more like myself.

As the son of four parents in the music industry, I always felt like I had eyes on me. Two of my dads and my mom worked on the music production side of things, while my third dad had climbed the corporate ladder to become a top executive.

Had our band had help producing our first single and releasing it? Yes. Did my dad remind me of that every chance he got? Absolutely.

Most artists in the industry had some kind of connection to get their foot in the door, and if they didn’t, they made those connections by going viral or catching a music executive’s eye. I was certain we would have made it regardless of the help we had, and it sucked that my own damn father liked to throw it in my face whenever the band made a decision he didn’t agree with.

Like canceling two morning show appearances.

After Cal’s knot released Kara, they both cleaned up and Kara sat on the floor between my legs so I could do her hair. She seemed to be feeling better, and having her hair done would help even more.

Her hair was wavy when damp, and I combed through it, careful to hold the hair at the scalp to work out any tangles. Her curls were beautiful, but with her being in heat, it was better to just pull her hair back.

“I could get used to this.” Kara sighed as I massaged her scalp after I was done detangling her hair.

“He gives good shoulder massages too.” Cal had his eyes glued on the game; our alma mater was down by three in the fourth quarter.

“If this singing career doesn’t work out, you could be a masseuse... or a hairstylist.” Her head lolled to the side as I grabbed onto her shoulders, digging my thumbs in.

“I only know how to do braids because growing up I spent a lot of time at my aunt’s house and was the only boy. Plus, I assumed because I came from a pack, I’d emerge as an alpha and I wanted to learn for my omega.” I grabbed my comb and parted her hair down the middle.

“You’re so full of shit,” Cal muttered.

I grabbed a throw pillow and smacked him with it. “See if I ever massage your shoulders again.”

“You two fight like brothers.” Kara snorted. “Kayla and I didn’t fight a ton, but when we did, it was horrible. We were complete opposites growing up. She was always busy doing something with our dads, and I was shut in my room reading or doing homework.”

Her voice held a note of sadness, and I smoothed one of my hands over her head in comfort. “What’s wrong?”

“Just been doing a lot of thinking about what I sacrificed to be the best and if it was worth it. One of my dads died unexpectedly when we were nine, and it broke our parents for a while, especially our mom. I didn’t want them to worry about me, so I always worked my ass off to not disappoint them.”

Cal muted the TV and turned toward us, bending his leg on the couch. “It’s tiring trying to be perfect all the time. I used to freak out anytime I even had a point taken off a paper or exam. I didn’t really let that go until I met the guys in the dorms.”

“So, you’re saying they’re a bad influence?” Kara teased.

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