Unbroken Bonds (The Bonds That Tie #6)(69)

My entire body runs hot at his words, my nipples hardening underneath my shirt as I groan at them, and both of my hands fist in his shirt as I try to tell my body to push him away. “Don't make this any harder for me than it already is. I really can't look anyone in the face if this happens here. Let's just head home and do it in a nice comfortable bed or a shower…hallway…kitchen counter—”

“Fuck it, the front doorstep,” Atlas cuts in, pressing up against my back, and he kisses down my neck.

I melt into a puddle between the two of them. I really can't take much more of this.

“Please,” I say, my voice ending in a moan, and Gabe finally has the strength to step away from me, grabbing my hand and tugging me along behind him, leaving Atlas standing alone in the room with the hard outline of his cock clear in his taut jeans.

“Home and bed, right now,” Gabe says with a laugh, pulling me through the building until he can deposit me back onto the ATV, tucking the seat belt around me as he climbs into the trunk, leaving the driver’s seat for Atlas.

They take turns on who gets to drive and who has to sit in the back. We'd learned long ago that having me sit in the front, half on each of their laps, is not a good idea. Especially when we arrive at building sites to find Gabe’s uncle and cousins standing around waiting for us.

The amount of awkward situations we've nearly gotten ourselves into is embarrassing, to say the least.

Atlas drives like a maniac on purpose, I'm sure, just to make me laugh. As we pass people on the streets, he throws them all his usual haughty look, even as Gabe calls out and waves to everyone he knows, as always, the golden child of the Bonded Group.

I try to look friendly enough without waving at anyone. I have limits of how far I'm willing to go to be nice to these people, and I'm happy when we finally pull up to the house. I’m not good at playing nice like that, not at all.

Atlas parks the ATV in the garage, and he's careful about making sure that it's locked up, putting the keys in the lockbox and shutting the door behind us. He’s doing all of the responsible shit that he should be doing thanks to the lecture that we’d gotten from North and Gryphon about such things.

Gabe never worries about it too much, doing all the tasks as required but without the look of intense concentration that Atlas has. He's not worried about impressing or proving himself to anyone, I suppose. He's happy just being Gabe, the youngest Bond of the group who was mostly raised by the other members in his teenage years. He relied on them as ‘older brother’ figures as much as other members in the Bonded Group. He has nothing to prove, and the confidence he has is a testament to that.

I think Atlas is close to realizing that he also has nothing to prove to anyone anymore. Every hoop that was presented to him, he jumped through beautifully, no matter how high or whether or not they were on fire. I am incredibly proud of everything that he’s achieved.

“Why are you getting teary, Sweetness?” he murmurs quietly as we move into the house. “That's not the mood I was hoping you'd be in when we got here.”

I shake my head at him, threading a hand into the small patch of curls that have started growing at the base of his neck now that he's not so concerned about keeping his hair short. I tug him towards me as I capture his lips with my own.

He goes along with this more than happily, taking the kiss over the moment that our lips meet. I enjoy the heady taste of his lust against my tongue. There's no urgency in either of us as his hands move down my sides until they reach my hips, yanking me forward to feel exactly how hard he has been since we first started this back at the school.

It's the perfect ending to a long day of hard work… Part of my mind is wandering toward the shower, thinking about getting ourselves clean before I run my tongue over every inch of them both. There's also a frenetic energy that needs to be sated first, energy that needs to be fulfilled.

“Find me a bed, Bonded,” I break away from his lips to murmur.

A slow, easy grin stretches over his lips as he cups my ass with one hand, lifting me up until my legs wind their way around his waist.

Gabe chuckles under his breath as he puts a hand over his shoulder and grabs a fistful of his shirt, pulling it off in one easy motion as he drops it on the floor carelessly. I know at least one man who's going to end up very angry at him for such messiness, but Atlas’ lips are very distracting as he kisses his way down my neck, completely disregarding the layer of dust that covers us all.

I find myself ignoring it as well, my hands tangling in his hair and yanking at the small length of it as I pull his lips back to mine. It's slow and easy, and it's everything I want right now. Fun, carefree, and without any sort of obligation. There's no bonds battling it out inside of us or making demands, there's no giant void of energy that we're trying to fill. There's nothing but me and two of my Bonded wanting to be with each other, and that in itself is perfect. Gabe leads the way towards my bedroom, swinging open the door and making his way over to the bed, taking his shoes off as he goes.

Atlas refuses to put me down, not even onto the bed for a moment, while he gets us both naked. Instead, we become a confused pile of limbs, interconnected as we try to shimmy out of our own clothes while still kissing. I get pretty close to getting my pants off when there is a tickle at the side of my throat that doesn't feel like hands. I assume for a moment that Gabe has decided that watching is no longer enough and that he wants to join when Atlas curses and turns us both.