CHAPTER ELEVEN
I flopped in the red chaise lounge chair, clutching the phone to my ear. “Megan, are you sure the party won’t be lame?
“Tyler’s known for throwing epic New Year’s Eve parties. This will be my first party. I bet Tate can attest to that.”
“Megan, I’ll take your word for it. What time will you and Matt pick us up?”
“You have forty minutes bitch, get a move on.”
I laughed, then disconnected the call.
The perfect silver shimmer mid-thigh dress was sprawled across my bed. I had already showered. My hair and makeup were all that were left to do.
A loud knock rattled against my door. “Chelsea, are you in here?”
“I’m in the bathroom.”
“Hey.” Tate kissed my shoulder and braced his hands on my hips.
“How did the meeting go with your parents and Marisa’s parents? ”
“Matt was pissed. He said his dad gave them a monetary gift now and will give another million after the baby’s born.”
“Does Matt know about the blackmail?”
“No. We’ll keep it like that, Chelsea.”
“What? I wouldn’t tell him unless he asked. I don’t want to be the person to ruin his perfect view of marriage.”
“Yeah. I agree.”
Tate closed the door quietly.
“You are so sexy in that black tuxedo.”
His tongue slid along my neck. Tate’s handsome blue eyes met mine in the mirror. “I can’t get enough of you,” he breathed.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties. Tate slipped them down my thighs. My skin tingled under his touch.
“Widen your legs, Chelse.”
I unhooked my bra, and it fell down my arms to the floor.
“Chelsea, I miss living across the street.” I heard him unfasten his pants from behind.
“Only because I could see you every day.”
He circled his fingers over my nipples. I tossed my head back and a surge of energy swept through my body. “Yes, Tate.” I stroked his cock .
Tate bent me over the sink and slid two fingers inside of me. The anticipation of his next move kept me on edge. His free hand massaged my breast. He planted kisses along my shoulders. “The remainder of the school year will be a challenge. But as long as we’re together, we’ll get through it,” he whispered.
Tate slid inside me.
“Shit, I am so happy to be back in your arms.”
He hungrily kissed my lips. “I hated being away from you. No way am I bringing you home tonight. You’re staying with me.” Tate gripped my hips, quickening his pace. “I can’t believe I hated you only to learn later my brother was never dead.” His eyes slammed shut in an effort to hide the pain.
“Tate, look at me.”
His jaw tightened.
“Tate.”
Slowly, his eyes opened. Those blue eyes were dark and filled with pain. His twin betrayed him. Leaving us in an evil downward spiral for years. I hated as much as Tate we lost time. He leaned over again, caressing my chin. His tongue slipped between my lips. I almost lost the man I love to two psychos. Not a chance I’d let his brother get in his head next semester .
“Tate, stay here with me in the here and now. Not the past. We are together. That is all that matters.”
Tate slipped out of me. “What are you doing?” I cried.
He turned me around and sat my bottom on the cold marble counter.
“I needed to be closer to you.” Hooking my legs over his arms, he plunged deep inside me.
My head dropped back. “This is the best,” I moaned.
“This is the only dick you will ever get. It’s just me and you, baby. You’re my world, Chelse.” The sincerity in his eyes warmed my heart.
I gripped his face sucking those delicious lips. “Only you and me, Tate. Fuck,” I screamed in pleasure, as my orgasm struck with force through my core. Goosebumps prickled my skin due to the intensity of our passion.
“Shit, Chelse. This is the only place I ever want to be,” he groaned against my lips.”
I swept my hands under his shirt, scratching his back. “Tate, Tate,” I cried.
He stilled inside me. “Fuck, yeah,” he growled as he came. Our chests heaved against each other.
“So happy, I’ll have you all to myself later tonight.”
“I look forward to screaming as loud as I can the next time I come tonight.” I winked.
He chuckled.
∞
Glasses brimming with champagne held in the air, we bobbed our heads to the music in the rear plush tan leather seats of the black chauffeured Maybach. Tate caressed my waist.
“Matt, this was your idea. Are we toasting or not?”
“Tate, we agreed tonight would be chill, right?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Megan and me smiled at each other.
“Ok. Here’s to having my boy back on American soil.” Matt grinned.
I plastered a kiss against Tate’s cheek. A wide smile flashed across his handsome face.
“Cheers,” we shouted.
We tossed the contents to the back of our throats.
The car rolled to a stop.
“We’re here,” Megan sang.
We poured out of the car. The guys clutched our hands leading us toward the natural stone mansion.
Guys were draped in designer tuxedos and the girls in their cocktail dresses drank and conversed upon our entry. Reminded me of a mini prom. Black and gold Happy New Year decorations hung throughout the massive atrium .
A tall muscled guy with handsome chiseled facial features and sweeping jet black hair greeted us at the door.
He and Matt slapped hands. Matt pulled him into a bro hug. “Tyler, dude the house is packed.”
They stepped apart. “Yeah, you know tonight will be fucking epic,” he grinned.
Tate stood seething. “Why the fuck did you greet us at the door?”
Matt slapped Tate’s arm. “Remember what we discussed?”
“Tate, I don’t want any shit at my party,” Tyler grimaced.
Tate’s eyes narrowed. “Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?”
Tyler stared at me as he leaned into Tate’s ear. I couldn’t hear what he said.
I tugged Tate’s tuxedo sleeve.
“Shit.” Tate pulled me close.
“Tyler, Chelsea is my woman and Marisa is Mason’s.” Tate’s jaw ticked. He didn’t want to talk about Mason tonight. Now he was forced to reveal the truth. Well partial truth anyway.
Tyler turned white as a ghost. “Tate, cut the shit dude.”
We stepped aside as more guests strolled through the door .
“My brother is alive. So, no I am not running around town with two chicks. Grab a mic for me and I’ll explain.”
“Yeah.” He nodded toward the oversized party room.
Tate’s lips melted against my temple. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” Tate was worried this shit would send me over the edge.
Matt draped his arm over Megan’s shoulder as we approached the stage.
The live band’s song came to a close as Tyler stepped center stage. “May I have your attention everyone?”
Tate fell beside Tyler.
“My buddy, Tate would like to say a few words.”
He patted Tate’s shoulder.
“Good evening, Haven Saints!” He threw his fist in the air.
The crowd roared.
“I wanted to address a rumor. I am not running around town with two women.” He glanced at me.
“Chelsea is my girlfriend.” He returned his attention to the crowd.
“Marisa is Mason’s. My brother is alive.”
Gasps fell around the room.
He waved someone toward the stage .
“Oh my God,” several people stated with wide eyes, as Mason clutched Marisa’s hand, walking toward the stage.
He stepped next to Tate leaving Marisa at my side. I hated being in her presence. An eerie silence fell over the room.
“Mason was living in London. I didn’t know he was alive until recently.”
It was so weird. Tate and Mason standing on stage side by side in their black tuxedos. Identical fucking twins. And I’ve kissed both. Not willingly.
Tate and Mason waved me and Marisa onto the stage.
We stood at our boyfriends’ sides.
“We will all be in attendance at Haven Saints High in the new year.” Tate passed the mic to Mason.
“I am back home and ready to fucking party,” he roared.
The room full of rich kids screamed with excitement, throwing their hands and drinks in the air.
Hundreds of camera phones snapped our picture throughout the room. Tate turned to the side, pulling me flush against him. His blue eyes gazed into mine.
“Tate, don’t.”
His lips tightened. “Fuck them.” He tipped my chin swiping his lips across mine lighting my core on fire. I gripped his lapels deepening our delicious kiss. In my mind, I had erased the people in the room. It was just me and Tate. The most popular guy in school was my boyfriend. So surreal.
Kyle threw his arms around Mason’s neck the second we were off the stage. “Dude, I can’t believe you’re alive.” He had his best friend back.
I was surprised Tate didn’t out Mason for botching the football game.