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 of the lounge with his mouth wide open tempting me to go drop my aching balls that he caused in his mouth.
Lana had her head in his lap fast asleep and I could just make out the sounds of my little ones breathing and the soft thud
