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Chapter Three

The Garden

Chase

Like every Thursday night, I drive down to the Suarez lake house, sit through a meal, and sometimes—when no one’s watching—fingerfuck Cordelia in the kitchen just to make Tate taste her.

It’s become a guilty pleasure. A secret punishment.

But what I’m about to do tonight... might finally let Tate give in. If they can both have what they want—maybe I can finally have what I need.

Both of them.

I can get what I want, which is them. My best friend and his stepsister.

At first, it was just Tate and I.

Friends.

Then Cordelia came along and shook up our world.

Flipped it.

Made me crave my best friend's cock in a way I didn’t think I ever would. But now here we are, adults and still fucking in secret. I am tired of it.

My phone rings through the Bluetooth in my car, Dr. Elias’ name comes up and my stomach flips. My finger hovers over the green acceptance button, debating if I should answer—there would be no going back.

“Elias,” I chirp as I bring my vape to my lips, inhaling the fruit smoke, then holding my breath as it floods my lungs.

“It’s done.” His voice is flat like a warning–exhaling the smoke, it rushes out of my mouth like clouds gathering on my steering wheel.

“And the ferry?”

“All is done.” He inhales. Pauses. Maybe waiting for me to reconsider.

To go back.

But none of that happens.

I just end the call as I pull into the mile long driveway and park behind Cordy’s all blacked out Benz before grabbing my vape from the middle console. I take a deep breath in before grabbing my cell phone and typing out a message.

Me : here.

I know there will be no reply. The Suarez family are strict with the ‘no phones at the dinner table’ policy. I could go in there, but I don’t think I'm ready to see her right now. I’m not like Tate–hard on the outside while dying on the inside.

I am a lover and wounded…

Since the day she betrayed us, I haven’t stopped bleeding. Bringing my vape to my lips, I inhale again watching the beautiful backdrop. The sun is dipping behind the lakehouse. The sky is a canvas of pink and orange hue.

Beautiful.

My mind wanders back to that day that almost ruined our friendship–the night I discovered them both hiding their betrayal. I was hers before I became theirs.

The sun is setting, and it’s been over an hour since I saw Tate.

Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Cordy either – not since last night.

I smile at the thought of sliding inside her, but what confused me the most was how good it felt to wrap my lips around Tate’s cock.

We should probably talk about it, and that’s probably why he’s dodging me now. Knowing Tate, he enjoyed it...

I felt his dick throb in my mouth as he moved his cock inside my greedy mouth, but the star of the show was Cordy and her virginity. Tate might have gone in first, but I went right after, his cum still inside her, and later that night we agreed–that we would always share...

She was ours.

From the distance, I notice the light on in the utility shed, the smell of marijuana thick in the air.

So I walk towards it expecting to find Tate smoking a joint, the perfect time to talk to him, or so I thought.

But the closer I get, there is this feeling in my stomach that causes it to tighten up before it drops.

It was the soft moans that made my body break out in goosebumps.

We promised. I cut the corner and step into the door frame only to find Cordelia wearing one of Tate’s band t-shirts.

Bunched around her waist as she rides him with a joint lit between her lips.

The asshole doesn’t even bother stopping when he notices me, and this might be the biggest bitch fit I will ever throw, but I'm angry.

“What the fuck?” I snap, walking towards them. Cordy passes me the joint, dismissing my anger, which makes me feel even worse, and Tate kept fucking her like he owned her…

Like I didn’t belong, as if I wasn’t part of her, and that pissed me off. But what pissed me off even more was the way they look at each other as if I didn’t matter.

“We made a promise.”

Tate chuckles, not bothering to look up at me as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm. My cock grows hard between my legs. I couldn’t help it, the sight was intoxicating..

I hated that I wanted them so desperately that I didn’t care if I had to become Tate’s bitch, as long as she was part of us.

“You don’t give a fuck, do you?” I snap at my friend, circling him as he lifts up the oversized shirt off Cordelia and closes his mouth around her nipple. My dick strains painfully against my jeans, and if he wanted to play dirty… So will I.

Walking towards Tate’s head, I use one hand to fist his onyx locks and with the other I pull out my throbbing erection. He wanted to be sneaky... Wanted to keep secrets. Well, here’s another one–one that involves him swallowing his best friend’s cum.

The sound and feel of my phone vibrating in the palm of my hand pulls me out of the trance. Looking down at the screen, I see there’s a message from Tate.

Tate : Watch C, she’s heading out. Let’s have some fun.

I couldn’t help the smile that spreads across my face, I need this as much as I need air. I’m sick and tired of the meaningless hookups. My heart just isn’t built that way, but fucking Tate is like fucking a machine…

There’s none of that slow romantic fire that comes from being with Cordelia. She is ice and he is fire...

And both are so fucking stubborn. Neither wanting to give in… still holding onto a grudge that shouldn’t exist. This is why I took matters into my own hands. It’s like my pops told me.

“Chase, if you want something to happen, sometimes you gotta take matters into your own hands.”

Little did he know that his pep talk was all I needed to understand what I truly had to do. I even convinced him that the Professor needed a job and he should side with Cordelia’s dad, along with all the other fucked up shit I did.

All in the name of love.

For them. For us.

Letting out a shaky breath, I go to reply, only for Cordy to step into view, a long strapless red dress framing her body perfectly.

Fuck did I love sundress season, especially the red contrasting on her golden skin. Golden armbands accessorizes the look, and her brown knotless braids picked up in a ponytail. She looks like a goddess. Quickly, I step out of my Mustang and intercept her.

“Hey there, little lady?”

I wrap my arm around her waist, locking her in place. Close enough to her that I can smell the vanilla and coconut from her shampoo, and the vanilla cashmere of her lotion.

Delicious.

“Chase,” she says with a smile, even though annoyance rolls off her body in small conspicuous waves.

“I was told to keep you in place. Can’t have the Queen moving without her knights, now can we?” I offer her a small wink, to which she smiles.

“Are you in on the blackmailing too?” Her question doesn't catch me off guard, she’s intelligent and straight to the point.

“Maybe. What's the harm in having fun?”

She gives me that look, the one that’s between seducing and scowling. I shift slightly, the fabric suddenly becomes too tight.

Cordelia’s my drug and everything between.

“I’m assuming Luna Island.”

“I'm the one with the good taste, you two are busy bees. No fun. No play.” I take a puff from my fruity pink vape and exhale. “It benefits us all.”

Cordy looks like she’s contemplating saying something but stops when she feels Tate's presence behind her. He’s taller than me so the shadow he casts warns her of his presence.

“Walk,” he commands, just like an alpha talking to his bitches, and I’ll walk because I know exactly where he wants to go.

“Ladies first.”

I release her waist and offer Cordelia a half bow as she walks past me and follows the small gravel walkway that leads to Tate’s sanctuary. We walk past the rose garden, then a tad bit farther before going down the small steps made from the erosion of the rocks.

Moving past Cordelia, just in time for her to move down the steps, I offer her my hand, and she takes it. The contact sends electricity through me making me sick with need.

“Thank you.”

I don’t reply, but I do fall back to watch her ass as she walks towards the entrance of Tate’s garden. My heart ricochets inside my chest, butterflies dancing from the brief contact. She’s in me–been inside me from the moment I laid eyes on her. It’s like something blooming in the back of my skull.

Her voice.

Her need.

And I feed it.

The air cools, causing me to notice the difference and the way the plants perk up as our poisonous little snake steps into the garden.