41. Haven
The sound of Cassie’s disbelief crackles through my phone speaker as I tuck it between my ear and shoulder, one hand smoothing out the comforter on my bed while the other adjusts the books on my nightstand. “I still can’t believe you’re actually doing this.”
I laugh, “Cass, it’s been a month.” “A month of you being in some kind of unhinged, forbidden, small-town love triangle with two incredibly hot, incredibly built, incredibly related men.” She huffs, and I can practically hear her shaking her head. “Haven, this isn’t normal.”
I roll my eyes, kneeling down to pick up a stray hoodie from the floor, tossing it onto my chair, my fingers automatically reaching to fix the pillows on my bed, making sure everything is at least semi-presentable before they get here.
“It’s not a love triangle,” I correct, even though, fuck, maybe it kind of is?
“Oh, no?” Cassie drawls, full of skepticism. “So you’re telling me you don’t have two insanely hot twin brothers wrapped around your finger, both completely obsessed with you, both willing to do literally anything to keep you happy?”
I open my mouth, then close it with a sigh. She laughs, full and triumphant. “That’s what I thought.”
I groan, flopping onto my bed for a second, pressing the phone against my ear, letting my eyes fall shut before exhaling and sitting back up, smoothing my hands over the sheets again, my heart picking up slightly at the thought of Carter and Tate being here, in my space, in my world for the weekend.
“It’s not that serious,” I mumble, even though my stomach twists with warmth.What a damn lie. “We’re just, figuring it out.”
Cassie lets out a scoff. “Figuring out how to share you?”
“Goodbye, Cassie.”
She cackles. “No, no, wait! I wanna hear all about it later. And for the record?”
I roll my eyes, waiting for whatever insane thing she’s about to say next.
“I’m absolutely living for this.”
I shake my head, a reluctant smile pulling at my lips, my fingers gripping my phone tighter as I glance out the window, the anticipation building, the weight of what’s about to happen settling deep.
Cassie is still talking, still laughing at her own jokes, still absolutely living for whatever chaotic situation I’ve gotten myself into, and I let her, because it’s easier than trying to argue when she’s already made up her mind about how ridiculous this whole thing is. “I mean, think about it,” she continues, her voice dripping with amusement. “You went on a little weekend trip to meet up with your gaming buddy, had a wholesome small-town romance in the making, and then bam! plot twist, he’s got an equally hot, unhinged twin brother who also wants to wreck you. Now they’re both coming to spend the weekend with you.”
I rub a hand over my face, shaking my head as I adjust the stack of books on my nightstand for the tenth time, feeling the nerves settle heavier in my stomach. “Cass.”
“No, no, let me have this.” She laughs. “You’re basically in the most chaotic, fucked-up romance novel I’ve ever read.”
I open my mouth to tell her to shut up, but before I can, my phone vibrates in my hand, a new message flashing across my screen.
Carter : we’re in town but this map is bullshit, Tate swears he knows where we’re going but he’s lying
I snort, already shaking my head before I even finish reading the texts.
Carter : help babe
Typical. I quickly type out a response, biting my lip to hold back a laugh.
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 me I 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.
“Tate,” I breathe, a mix of frustration and pure fucking desperation, my legs trembling, my chest rising and falling too fast, my head swimming with the thick, intoxicating heat of them both, so close yet so fucking far.
Tate chuckles, his fingers trailing dangerously slow up my thighs, his touch feather light, teasing, coaxing. “You gonna beg for it, pretty ?”
Carter lets out a shaky breath, his lips still tracing my chest, his voice tight with restraint. “Tate, don’t sta—”
“Relax, little brother,” Tate groans, his tongue licking against the skin of my inner thigh, making me shudder. “I just wanna hear her say it.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, my whole body on edge, fucking desperate, needy, aching. I need them to ruin me, need them to stop teasing and start fucking claiming. “Please,” I whisper, my nails digging into Carter’s arms, my legs shaking beneath Tate’s grip. “I need—”
Tate doesn’t wait. His mouth is on me in an instant, his tongue dragging through my pussy slowly. I cry out, my back arching, my hips bucking into his mouth. Carter groans, like the sound alone is unraveling him, which I know it is. His hand gripping my waist tight, his lips dragging down my stomach as he watches his brother devour me.
Tate’s mouth is devastating, tongue licking, curling just right, but it’s not just what he’s doing, it’s how he’s doing it. Slow at first, savoring, coaxing, like he wants to make sure I know just how good he can finish me. Carter is shaking above me, his lips parted, his hands gripping my thighs like he’s grounding himself, like watching his brother’s tongue on me is breaking him apart piece by piece. I should be fucking rethinking every decision I’ve ever made that led me here, laid naked between them, gasping, moaning, clawing at Carter’s skin, trembling under Tate’s relentless tongue. But I’m not, I’m so fucking far from ashamed.
I yelp as Tate drags his teeth along my inner thigh before sucking a bruise into the sensitive skin, pressing me further into the mattress as he buries his tongue inside me, curling deep, flicking, sucking, groaning like he’s getting off on my taste alone. My fingers tighten in his hair, desperate, my other hand gripping Carter’s arm as my body shakes, as I lose all fucking control, my mind slipping into the thick, consuming haze of pleasure.
“Oh my God—”
Carter lets out a strangled noise, his grip tightening, his entire body wound tight, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on Tate. On his mouth, on what he’s doing to me. His chest heaves as he tries to pull himself together.
He leans down, his lips crashing into mine, swallowing my moans, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting me, taking everything I have left to give. His hands explore, gripping my waist, my hips, sliding higher, higher until his fingers are brushing against my nipples, rolling, teasing, pinching just enough to send another wave of pleasure rolling through me.
Tate groans against my pussy, his tongue dragging slow and deliberate, pulling me closer, closer, his fingers digging into my thighs as he fucks me with his mouth, relentless, unforgiving, making me fall apart just for him.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. “Tate—fuck—” I whimper, my back arching, my legs trembling, my entire body wound too tight, too on edge, too close to breaking.
Tate pulls back just enough to smirk, his lips glistening, his voice nothing but amusement. “What’s wrong, pretty?” he teases, his fingers dragging through my soaked pussy, circling my clit, pressing just right, making me jolt. “Too much for you?”
I shake my head, gasping, my fingers tightening in Carter’s hair, pulling him back into another desperate, breathless kiss.
“No,” I pant against his lips, my entire body trembling, my pulse roaring in my ears, my mind already fucking gone. “Not enough.”
The second Tate thrusts into me, the second his cock stretches me open, I lose all fucking sense of reality. I moan, my body arching, my fingers clawing into Carter’s shoulders, into Tate’s arms, into anything I can fucking reach as he sinks in deep, dragging it out, savoring the moment he finally buries himself inside me.
“Fuck,” Tate groans, his voice vibrating through his chest as he stills for a split second, gripping my hips like he’s savoring how tight I am around him. His fingers dig in anchoring me down beneath him, and then he pulls back just enough to thrust again, slow, punching another loud, desperate moan from my lips. “You feel that, pretty girl?”
I nod my head frantically. “That’s what you were begging for.”
I can’t do anything except fucking take it, and whimper as his pace builds, as he sets a rhythm that has my legs shaking, my body stretching. “That’s it. Just like that pretty girl.”
My entire world instantly narrowing down to the thick, deep thrusts of his cock inside me, every drag, every inch pushing me closer to the edge.
Then Carter, his hands slide down my stomach, his fingertips trailing over my hip bones before pressing lower until he finds my clit, he starts circling slow, teasing, his touch feather light at first, making me twitch, making me gasp, making my whole fucking body tense up. His lips are on mine in an instant, swallowing my moans, kissing me deep and desperate, his tongue sliding against mine, his other hand cupping my face, keeping me grounded as Tate fucks me deeper, harder.
Carter moans, his lips brushing against mine with every syllable, his fingers pressing tighter against my clit, rubbing in slow circles. “Let us take care of you.”
“You like this, don’t you?” Tate adds, punctuating his words with another sharp thrust, making me yelp. “You love having us both ruin you, love taking both our cocks like a perfect pretty slut.”
I whimper, my whole body tensing, every inch of me on fire, pleasure building, threatening to consume me whole.
“Tell me, pretty girl,” Tate presses, his fingers digging into my thighs as he pounds into me, his thrusts sharp. “Tell me you fucking love this.”
Tate’s pace turns brutal, his cock stretching me, slamming deep, forcing moan after moan from my lips, my nails clawing at his arms. Every thrust is punishing, claiming, his grip on my hips keeping me still so he can fuck me exactly how he wants. “Tell me you never want me to stop ruining your pussy,” he groans, his fingers digging in harder, pulling me back onto his cock, forcing me to take every single inch. “Because I love every broken, ruined piece of you Haven, every part that I’ve destroyed, now come all over my cock.”
He hardly ever says it, my name. Not like this, but when he does, it ruins me. It means I’ve hit that part of him he keeps locked behind sarcasm and snarls and sharpened teeth. God, I crave it. I crave the sound of it rasping out of his throat like he can’t hold it back. Like the only word in his mouth that matters is mine.
I whimper, my body arching, my head spinning, my pulse roaring in my ears as he pounds into me, relentless, my orgasm building, pushing me closer to the breaking point. Carter’s hands are still on me, working my clit, still teasing, his lips still trailing soft kisses against my skin, the contrast between them enough to send me spiraling into oblivion.
“So fucking tight,” Tate groans, his head falling forward, his breath hot against my ear, his thrusts turning wild, erratic. “Gonna fill you up, pretty angel. Gonna pump you so fucking full of my cum you’ll feel me dripping down your thighs.”
I cry out, my entire body shaking, my orgasm hitting me so hard it knocks the air from my lungs, my back arching, my vision going white as I clench tight around Tate’s cock, dragging him over the edge with me.
“T-That’s it,” Tate groans, slamming into me one last time before his whole body shudders. “Take it.” His fingers gripping my thighs, his cock pulsing deep inside me. “Take every last fucking drop.” He thrusts deep one last time.
I feel the way his muscles tense, his grip softening as he moans emptying himself inside me, filling me completely. He doesn’t pull away, he lets me stay full, owned for just a moment longer before he finally slips out, groaning as he watches his cum leak from my ruined pussy. Carter is already positioning himself, his head pressing against my pussy, teasing me again, my body still trembling, so sensitive from Tate.