“Alright.” Tyler smirked after a second of hesitation, holding her eyes. “You’re the boss after all.” He said and Kylie just grinned when both him and Matt followed her upstairs to Gracie's room. She had the music blaring and Kylie watched as she wasted no time in whisking Matt away, making it all too obvious what their intentions were.
Alone with Tyler, she watched him lean against the door. “What’s this about?” He asked, and she just smirked and shrugged like she had no idea what he was talking about. “You going to stand there and look pretty babe? Or are you gonna get your ass over here and shoot me up?” He said, making her smirk wickedly and Kylie didn't have to be told twice.
She held his eyes as she readied a couple needles before walking over to him, bringing her body within centimeters of his. Everything in her was screaming to touch him, but she couldn't. She had to keep it together for just a minute longer. Until she had something in her system. So she just leaned up and placed a single kiss against his jaw as she grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm out, sliding the needle in, smirking against his skin as she filled his veins with the drug.
Kylie pulled away then and held the second needle out to him along with her own arm. "My turn." She breathed, holding his eyes, dying for the drug to hit her system so she could kiss him already. It had been too long since she'd been in bed with him and she knew that, even high off her ass and numb to the fire he usually made her feel, it'd be a thousand times better then Peter or Chase had ever been.
Matt glanced at Tyler, knowing, without a doubt that what Kylie was asking was a trap. The girls were already bored without Peter, Chase, and Louie, so now they wanted someone new to fuck with. Eventually though, Tyler gave in so he sighed and followed the two of them inside and up the stairs to Gracie's room.
Inside, the music was loud and she was standing leaned up against the bed post, eyes raking him over in a way that made it crystal clear what she wanted and, before he even knew what was happening, she dragged him from the room and into her and Louie's private living room.
She pushed him onto the couch and he watched her shoot herself up before leaning in and placing a needle against the inside of his elbow. He wasn't stupid. He knew what she was doing, and he knew it'd hurt like hell when they were done and he let himself realize it meant nothing to her, but it had been so long since he'd had her, he couldn't help himself. "Tell me to stop." She breathed and he held her eyes. "And I will." Matt could tell she was warning him. Like she really didn't want to do what she was about to, but, if he didn't stop her, she would anyway.
Matt only smirked and reached out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her lips to his for the first time in a year. It felt so fucking good just to kiss her, he groaned instantly and pulled her into his lap. "Do it." He breathed against her lips, starting to kiss down her neck, dying to let his lips and hands explore every inch of her body.