Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Landon
I have never been so excited about anything besides hockey in a long time.
My life has been a rinse and repeat of eating, sleeping, and dreaming about being on the ice.
I still get excited about that, but Abby being back in my life, plus these unexpectedly exhilarating chases, has put a spark back into me I didn’t realize I’d lost.
After Levi secured the aquarium, I really wanted to outdo him—call it twin rivalry—so I made a call to a friend and got us access to the botanical gardens.
Tina delivered the keys to me so that we can access the gate after hours.
As long as we are gone before sunrise, we are safe from prying eyes.
She also said they have a wedding booked the following day, so fairy lights and path lights have already been added.
Abby was so excited when I told her tonight’s location.
Does it make me a dick that I one-upped my brother?
Fuck no. He can suck my left nut if he has a problem with it.
Not literally, of course—that would be super fucking weird.
We used to get asked how, being brothers, we could share a girl; apparently us being naked together is a red flag for some people.
To be honest, I see him naked every time I look in a fucking mirror.
We are identical, and the only people who can easily tell us apart are Leila, Abby, and, weirdly enough, Jagger.
He has a boner for Levi and can sniff him out a mile away.
Though we live by one rule when sharing: he doesn’t touch me and I don’t touch him.
“I hate waiting,” Levi complains, and Abby whacks him, which makes him laugh.
Abby’s standing to my left in a hot-as-hell short skirt this time, and Levi is beside her, acting restless as fuck.
Finally, the gate opens, and Tate steps in and scans the garden.
Abby tilts her head when he spots us, and he runs. Tate takes the main path, cutting through the gaps in the flowerbeds. Abby stays close behind him while Levi crashes right, tearing through shrubs, and I cut across the side path.
A strand of fairy lights dips low, and Tate ducks beneath them, allowing me to close the gap. Then he rounds the corner too fast, and one of the solar lights clips his foot. He stumbles, swerving through a gap between bushes.
I’m right on him, and when I get close enough, I try to grab him, but he evades my grip.
Excitement rushes through me. We have lost Abby and Levi, and it’s just the two of us.
I gain on him again as we reach an open field of grass that has been freshly clipped and has fairy lights hanging in the surrounding trees.
I dive for him, and as our bodies collide, he goes down.
“You didn’t think after I had this ass, I would let you run too far, did you?”
I keep my entire body weight on him, pinning him face down in the grass. Tate pushes his ass up and my cock likes that, hardening in response.
Levi and Abby run through the trees and out onto the grassed area, both slowing when they see Tate pinned to the ground beneath me.
I push up off his back, and he rolls over to face me.
“You’re going to eat her pussy, and you won’t stop until her juices are running down your face.”
Tate fucking smiles and Abby steps closer, dropping to her knees. She grips his shoulders as she swings one leg over him, making her skirt ride up, and Levi groans from behind her.
“I can see the back of her pussy. You didn’t tell us you were not wearing underwear, Masked Snack.”
Abby doesn’t answer Levi; instead, she shuffles up Tate’s body, and his hands grip her waist as she hovers over his face.
I move above Tate’s head and kneel, so Abby can brace herself on my shoulders.
Levi gets down on his knees as well, and when his hand reaches for the button on Tate’s pants, a growl vibrates through my chest. His shoulders shake with silent laughter.
Abby has always been ours, but Tate, he is fucking mine.
The thought of sharing him with Abby doesn’t bother me, but for some weird reason the thought of Levi touching him has me wanting to punch him in the face.
At least people could tell us apart for a little while if I gave him a black eye.
Levi ignores me and undresses Tate from the waist down. Abby moans, and I switch my attention back to her. She rolls her hips and Tate lets out a muffled groan, his fingers curling slightly as he clings to her.
Tate moves her hips faster and pulls her down harder against his face.
“Looks like our man knows how to eat pussy,” Levi says, clearly taunting me.
I bet he has a smug-ass smile under his mask, so I flip him off to show I know exactly what he is doing. But he doesn’t stop there.
Levi pulls out his cock and wraps a hand around his shaft, while using the other hand to flip me off again. He steps over Tate and kneels, then pulls the back of Abby’s skirt right up over her ass, all so he can palm the globe of her ass cheek with one hand while stroking himself with the other.
At the contact, Abby’s whimpers grow louder.
To keep myself from pummeling my brother, I lean forward and grab the hem of Abby’s loose, off-the-shoulder shirt and pull it over her head. Fuck yes, her sheer, lacy bra covers next to nothing, and I rub my thumb over her nipple.
Abby tries to lift herself from Tate’s face, but he pulls her back down hard.
Levi raises his mask and spits on his fingers, then brings them to her ass.
“Oh fuck,” she says.
Removing Abby’s hands from my shoulders, I ease her forward and place them on the ground, then move around behind Levi, where he is straddling Tate’s chest. Taking off my mask could ruin everything, I need to taste this man who has been invading my thoughts.
I slide it to the top of my head and wrap my hand around his cock.
As I lean down to take it into my mouth, his hips buck up and I take him as far as I can while pumping my hand up and down.
Abby’s distorted noises fill the air, her body tightening as she nears the edge. I suck Tate hard until Abby orgasms.
“That’s it, come all over his face, drown him,” Levi says.
I pull off Tate’s cock. He isn’t coming just yet—I have other plans for him.
I slip the mask back down, and when I stand, Levi is helping Abby to her feet.
Tate tries to push up, but Abby places a foot on his chest.
“Not so fast, I brought a surprise,” Abby says, holding her hand out to Levi.
He pulls a blindfold out of his pocket and hands it to her.
She takes it and hands it to Tate, who slips it over his head.
“No peeking, or this all ends.”
He nods at her, and she kneels back down.
Both Levi and I are watching so we can follow her lead.
Our filming setup last time was easier since we had the use of the security cameras; this time we only have the small devices we are all wearing on necklaces around our necks.
We don’t know how good the footage will be, but it beats running with our phones.
Abby helps Tate remove his shirt, and he shivers as she rakes her nails down over his abs. She settles herself between Tate’s legs and removes her mask, so both Levi and I take ours off as well and place them next to hers.
Abby leans in, her mouth taking him slowly, and Tate lets out a low moan. Then his head falls back as a sharp breath followed by a sigh escapes him, and his hands dig into the grass beside him.
She pulls away and presses a kiss to his lower stomach. Then another kiss higher, as she works her way upward. Her mouth trails over his skin, stopping only long enough to make his breathing hitch.
Levi’s fingers glide along Tate’s arms, tracing over his shoulders and down his chest. My jaw tightens at the sight, but I appreciate how he is respecting my boundaries, even if I haven’t spoken them out loud.
Slowly, I drag my fingertips along the inside of Tate’s thigh.
I start low, inching higher, then stop. I trace the same path again, my nails barely scraping his skin.
“Fuck,” Tate breathes. “Oh . . . god . . . fuck.”
Abby keeps kissing Tate’s body, her lips reaching his throat, then his jaw. She presses a slow kiss beneath his ear before sucking his earlobe into her mouth.
Tate gasps and his hips lift instinctively, but I press my hand more firmly against his thigh, holding him right where he is.
“Please,” he begs. “I’m so close.”
Abby hums softly against his skin, continuing along his jaw until her lips brush over the dimple in his chin before working her way back to his ear.
Levi’s fingers trail down Tate’s chest, over his ribs, and back up, over and over.
“I can’t—” Tate pants. “I’m gonna . . . fuck . . . please—”
Abby takes him back into her mouth, swallowing his cock as far as she can, and then she pops off again.
Tate’s entire body shakes with need, and he whines, “Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me come.”
Abby looks at me and nods, then does the same to Levi.
She licks her lips before taking his cock back in her mouth, while Levi’s fingers keep trailing over Tate’s arms, and I slide my hand higher along the inside of Tate’s thigh, until my hand discovers what I’m looking for.
I push a finger slowly into his ass and find the spot, then I stroke it slowly.
“That’s it,” Tate gasps. “Fuck . . . I can’t . . . please—”
His orgasm hits him hard, tearing through him from head to toe. His back arches off the ground slightly, and a raw sound rips from his throat as his entire body shudders from overstimulation. His hands claw at the grass as his chest heaves, and his legs shake.
Abby sits up and wipes her mouth. I grab the back of her neck, and she turns to smirk at me. I smash my lips against hers, my tongue swiping against her lips. She parts them, and I can taste Tate, which makes me moan.
Levi whacks me, and I pull away from Abby. He hands me my mask, and Abby hers. We all slip them back into place as Tate huffs out a breathy laugh.
This won’t last forever, and eventually I will have to walk away, but I am sure as fuck going to enjoy it while I can.