“That’s where you come in. It actually won’t take much. The usual—paint, light fixtures, a few new furniture pieces, and décor.” We pull away from each other. I see the way she rolls her eyes, already preparing for the worst. It’s my absolute favorite thing to do to my sister, rile her up only to make it seem like more than it actually is.
“We’ll see about that. Text me later?” Kels asks. I look at her, seeing the pure happiness written on her face. It was there before Deke, but now that she’s married to the man she loves, it’s like a glow is constantly surrounding her.
“Sure, not exactly positive when that will be or where I’ll be, but I can give you that at least,” I murmur in a low voice. When Kels nods, we go our separate ways, her towards Deke and me, well, let’s just say I’m going to Tate. Judging by the way his hand meets my lower back, sliding to the side of my hip, pulling me closer, I’d say he’s more than ready to go as well.
“Ready, babe?” Tate’s light beard abrades the shell of my ear. A shiver slides across my body. It takes every shred of my control to not close my eyes or sink into his body, especially judging by the way my sister is looking at me with stars in her eyes. Shit, I’m going to have to let her know exactly what Tate and I have going on, or she’ll read way more into this.
“Yep. Later, sis. Later, Deke,” I reply to the man standing beside me, holding me to his body like I’m going to leave at any given moment. It’s nice to think the feeling is mutual. Six months without seeing him, feeling him, and finally tonight, I’m getting all of those things together.
“Deke, I’ll talk to you later. Kelsey, thanks for letting us have poker here tonight,” Tate says. I wave at my brother-in-law in a finger wave. His chin tips up in acknowledgement, and that gives Tate enough for him to turn us around and walk us through the back door into the house, only letting me go when there isn’t enough room for us to walk side by side. Still, he doesn’t let go of me. We stop by the bar area for me to grab my keys, slide my shoes on, and then he takes me by the hand. A hand that is thick, warm, and work roughened. I remember how amazing they felt along every square inch of my body.
“Am I going out on a limb here in saying your place is closer than mine?” I ask Tate as we walk out the front door. My car is parked behind what I’m assuming is his truck, since Deke and Kelsey’s are parked in the newly renovated garage they added on.
“Unless yours is closer than ten minutes away, then you’d be correct.” Tate walks me to my car, unlocking it with the key fob before he opens the door, but he doesn’t let me slide in yet. That’s because he’s moving me until my back is flat against my car.
“I’d say your place it is tonight then. I’ll follow you.” He doesn’t let me go though. The hand that was holding mine moves to my back, holding me in place as his lips find mine. It doesn’t matter that only a moment ago, we were in a heated kiss that had me ready to rip my clothes off, then Tate’s, and sink all the way down on his length, using my thighs to push me up before sliding down, over and over again. Tate’s lips find mine. It’s quick, hot, and the only thing missing is his body pressed against mine.
“Fuck yeah, you will. Can’t wait to get you in my bed. I’m going to make up for our lost time.” He pulls away from me, faster than I’m thrilled to think about, guiding me into my car and making sure my seatbelt is on. The door is shut, and only then does he stride towards his truck. I watch him the entire time knowing it’s finally going to happen tonight, an orgasm that is, several if I know Tate as well as I think I do.
CHAPTER TEN
tate
It doesn’t take us long to get to my place, driving the speed limit when all I wanted to do was floor my truck as fast it could go. Getting to the house on the beach isn’t easy. That doesn’t mean the second I pull into the garage, throw my truck in park, I don’t take off for the woman who for all intents and purposes has been a thorn in my side.
“Tate.” I’m at Em’s door, opening it for her just as she puts her own vehicle in Park. She has barely removed the keys from the ignition when I’m unlatching her seatbelt, holding my hand out for her, and practically dragging her through the garage. If Emily were any other woman, I can guaran-fuckin-tee I’d not be this hot, and my cock wouldn’t stand at attention every second of every day the moment I think about her.