Tate POV

Ryker and I parted ways at the border, by the time I got home it was 8pm. Opening the front door, I expected to be greeted by my mates. Instead I was greeted by the sounds of snores coming from the living room. Walking in, I see dinner plated up and cling wrapped on the table. I adjusted my raging hard-on annoyed that it hadn't gone down, my balls aching. I can’t believe I have walked around with this all day, feels like all my blood rushed south.

Stepping in the living room I find Drake and Lana both passed out cold, Drake's head resting on the back...