[ LAST CHAPTER BABES. Thanks so much for sticking it out with me, and I hope you're enjoying my other Twisters books too!

what was your favorite part of Fake ID? Mine, personally, was Javi constantly ramming on the brakes when he found out — aside from Tyler on his knees, of course ]

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WHAT IF ALL YOUR STUFF WAS HERE?

TWO YEARS LATER

"HEY, BOONE?" Tyler called through his house.

"Yeah," he heard Boone reply half-heartedly from the living room.

"You seen my red flannel?" Tyler asked, still going through the laundry room, coming up empty-handed.

"Nah, don't think."

Tyler huffed and made his way through the house while calling out to the other temporary occupant. "Baby, what about you?"

"Which one?" Carolina asked, raising her voice a bit.

"Red," he answered, coming down the hallway. "The one I met you in. It's my favorite."

"No, I don't think so," she replied.

He groaned and went to the living room, only to stop and smile at the scene. Boone and Carolina were curled up together on the recliner and intently watching an episode of Yellowstone together, all their attention on it, not even noticing that he'd entered.

They looked so perfect, he thought, and all his while wrapped up underneath the blanket, Carolina's head resting on Boone's shoulder—

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of familiar red fabric poking out from underneath the blanket, wrapped around Carolina's neck.

His red flannel.

"You little thief," Tyler accused in a playful tone. "Give it back right now, Carolina Elizabeth Carter."

"Ooh," Boone snickered while pulling the blanket off. "You're in trouble — got full named."

Carolina rolled her eyes and looked from the TV to Tyler, who was towering over them in the chair, his hands on his hips.

"I ain't got nothin' on underneath, Tyler James Owens," she informed him, using his full name as well. "I'll give it back later."

"Again," Tyler said, now with a smirk. "I'd like it back now."

She scoffed playfully before unbuttoning the shirt, talking as she did so, knowing neither boy was particularly listening, instead focusing on her slowly exposed chest.

"Not my fault I took it. I only brought clothes for three days. We're on day four now. I'll need to go home tomorrow."

Between summer classes and taking the maximum number of classes per term, Carolina had graduated from college in three years. In that time, Boone and Tyler made an effort to keep their relationship strong, a mix between long distance and them practically living in the motel across from campus so that they could see her.

Now, it was her first really free summer, and she'd been going back and forth between Arkansas and Oklahoma, splitting her time between Boone and Tyler or Javi and Kate, whose research was going fantastically along with the Storm Wranglers' frequent help.

It was Carolina's third weekend at Tyler's ranch home that Boone had been living in for years. And none of them wanted to leave, especially not now that she was curled back into Boone's side, blanket pulled over her as she pressed her bare chest against his arm, innocently going back to the TV show that she was invested in. Boone couldn't help but wrap his arm around her, cupping one of her breasts gently, his thumb rubbing lines back and forth on her skin.

"I ain't got enough stuff to stay," Carolina finalized her statement so that neither boy could argue with her leaving like they normally did.

"Well, what if we went home with you this week?" Tyler asked, slipping the flannel on. "Then we can help you bring all your stuff here next weekend."

"Well, not all my stuff," she said with a frown. "Then I'd have no stuff when I went home."

"What if all your stuff was here?" Tyler tried to ask again, leaning over her, placing his hands on the arm of the chair.

"I just said I can't have all my stuff here—"

"Darlin'," Boone sighed while also squeezing her chest a bit teasingly. "Let's not turn this into an episode of Friends. Ty's askin' you to move in with us."

That drew her attention away from the TV rather quickly as she looked up at a smirking Tyler who also had a little bit of vulnerability shining in his eyes.

"You are?" she asked, her lips parted in shock. Sure, they'd been together for so long now, but she wasn't expecting it. Especially after graduating so recently. She thought they'd want to take it a few weekends at a time for a while, just to test the waters.

"Of course," Tyler said. "Unless that's something you aren't comfortable with."

"Oh, Ty," she said before looking at Boone over her shoulder. "Boone, I - I'd love to live here with y'all. I just didn't expect you to want me to."

"Please," Boone grinned. "We'd have moved into your dorm room if that RA wasn't so strict."

It made Carolina giggle, recalling how her floor's RA hated Tyler and Boone for always breaking visitation guidelines, trying to get away with staying the night with Carolina.

"So, is that a 'yes'?" Tyler asked, trying to hide how nervous his tone was.

With the blanket wrapped around her torso, she sat up better and covered his hand with her own. "Of course, I'll move in."

Tyler's grin was blinding as he leaned in to kiss her, his hand cradling the back of her head as he did so, guiding her in it. Carolina melted against him.

She'd kissed him hundreds of times and yet knew she'd never get tired of the feeling that stirred inside of her at such a simple show of affection. Her hand slid up his strong arm, going until she reached his dark blonde hair, tangling her fingers in it — it was getting shaggy, and he needed a haircut.

The familiar feeling of Boone's lips on her neck soon took over her senses as he kissed her from behind. And she couldn't help but moan into Tyler's mouth as Boone worked at her chest underneath the blanket, pinching and rolling her nipples until they were hardened buds before just squeezing and rubbing her.

"Lay back on Boone for me, baby," Tyler muttered against her lips. "Wanna watch him touch you."

She whined as she did so, feeling Boone's firm chest against her back, letting the blanket fall around her waist. But Tyler was quick to pull it away, showing that she was only in a pair of underwear. He groaned at the thought of her only in that and one of his shirts — he'd been too focused on work that morning to notice her state, unlike Boone, who'd locked in on her attire since breakfast.

As Boone continued to touch her chest and caress her bare skin, Carolina turned her head to capture his lips in a deep kiss. Then she moved her ass back against his crotch, earning a low groan from him.

"Darlin', you keep that up, and I'm gone fuck you night now," Boone muttered against her mouth.

She only moaned at the thought of him just slipping into her then and there, and she couldn't help but grind against him once more.

"I think our girl wants that," Tyler said with a smirk, slowly getting on his knees in front of the chair. There was something about him calling her theirs knowing that she was about to be living with them — it made him feel like they were one step closer to actually having her completely.

But he supposed he'd save a spur of the moment proposal for another day.

After sliding her underwear down her legs, exposing her to them, Tyler pushed Carolina's legs apart, Boone helping keep them open with his parted knees. She clenched around nothing in anticipation, sitting up off Boone's lap so that he could reach beneath her and get his jeans unbuckled, pulling his slowly-hardening cock out.

Carolina couldn't help but rock against it, feeling his tip brush her clit from behind.

Tyler's eyes were dark and hungry as he watched the two most important people in his life writhe against each other. "Go on and take him, baby. Know you're dying to."

Boone slid an arm around her waist to steady her as she lifted up and then slowly lowered down onto his cock. In all their years together, she still wasn't used to the sheer girth he had compared to Tyler, who was so much longer. She moaned as she sank onto him fully, her head falling back on his chest as she shut her eyes.

"Boone," she breathed out, feeling him deep inside of her stomach.

"Goddamn, you feel so good," Boone groaned as she began rolling her hips, her cunt swallowing his aching cock.

At the sudden feeling of warm lips on her clit, her eyes snapped open, looking down though hooded eyes, seeing Tyler still on his knees and now sucking deftly on the sensitive bundle of nerves as Boone began thrusting up into her, not sated by the slow pace she'd been keeping.

"Oh, god," she choked out. "Ty!"

One of her hands slid down, fining purchase in Tyler's hair, keeping him in place and refusing to let him even consider stopping as the other traveled up, clawing at Boone's shoulder for some form of stability.

As she bounced on his cock, Boone placed bruising kisses to her shoulder, holding back grunts and groans, unlike Carolina who'd given up on trying to silence herself. And Tyler wasn't having that.

"Nuh-uh," he hummed, pulling back off Carolina with slick lips, shaking his head. "Wanna hear you both. Y' make such nice noises, B."

Deciding to help Tyler along, Carolina lifted herself nearly all the way off of Boone before fully taking him one again at a quick pace, doing it over and over again as the man underneath her began to moan, his eyes falling shut as his nose scrunched up in concentration, all his thoughts on her tight cunt.

And between Boone's thick cock hitting something so deep and just right inside of her and Tyler's tongue rolling at the same brutal pace against her clit, Carolina didn't last long at all — it might've been embarrassing had she not rendered them in similar states in such short times before as well.

She choked on a mix of their names and a string of 'oh, god's and 'please's that left her mouth when she came hard around him, clenching him tightly like she was trying to keep him from escaping.

And that sensation set Boone over the edge. His grip on her waist tightened so much that there'd be bruises soon enough as he powerfully thrust up into her a few more sloppy times before his orgasm rushed from him.

And god, it was downright sinful how Tyler lapped up their mixed releases as they slid down Carolina's thighs, Boone still deep inside her.

"Fuck," Boone swore breathlessly, cupping Carolina's chin to make her face him. "Fuck, I love you."

She smiled as she always did when he said that before leaning in and kissing him slowly. "I love you too," she mumbled against his mouth.

Then, moving carefully, Tyler lifted her off of him, both Boone and Carolina moaning from the feeling. Tyler swept Carolina's body up in his arms, her feeling his hard cock through his jeans pressed against her stomach as she stood on her toes to kiss him.

"And I love you," she added sweetly.

"I should hope so," he said, beginning to kiss down her neck. "What with how much I love you back."

Her stomach fluttered from the confession she heard nearly every day at this point — and now, hopefully, every day given that she was moving in.

"Now that that's established," Carolina said, beginning to work at the buttons of the damned red flannel that started all of this. "Take your clothes off."

Tyler smirked down at her as Boone wrapped his arms around Carolina from behind, hugging her. "Yes, ma'am."