Marnie looks up, eyes shining. “So what now? What happens going forward?”
I shrug. “What do you want to happen, sweetheart? And by the way, I’ll take the blame for my actions. I absolutely pursued you on my own, without letting this dude know,” I say nodding at James. “So I put you in an impossible position.”
“As did I,” my law partner admits in a low voice. “I’ve enjoyed our one-on-ones, Marnie, and the sex has been incredible. But yeah, I never said anything about our interludes being “wrong” or “against the rules,” so that’s on me.”
The three of us stare at one another.
“So what do we do?” the curvy girls asks in a helpless whisper, looking between both of our stern expressions. “I’m caught in the middle with no idea of what comes next.”
I reach for Marnie’s hand, careful not to startle her. The curvy girl lets me take it, and James, not to be outdone, slides onto the carpet next to us, resting his battered arm on her other knee.
We’re a disaster. But we’re a disaster together.
And we’ll figure it out together, because we’re stronger together. Apart, we’re a mess. Apart, there are miscommunications,missed signals, and full-on physical fights that turn insanely violent. Only by figuring this out together can we make headway in the dirty, rancid threesome that we all enjoy.
“I never thought I’d be in this position,” Marnie murmurs.
James grins, teeth streaked red. “You mean, literally?”
She rolls her eyes, but the smile is a bit more brave. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah,” I say, and settle in beside her. “We do.”
We don’t say anything else. There’s nothing left to say. The city outside keeps humming, the blood dries on our skin, and in the darkness, all the old anger burns away, leaving something sharp and new behind.
Tomorrow, everything will be fucked up again. But tonight, for once, we’re on the same side.
19
CHAPTER NINETEEN — SWEET RESOLUTION
James
We sit there, the three of us, in the carnage of Brent’s bedroom. The air stinks of sweat and blood, but also the musk of sex. Specifically, Marnie’s hot, wet pussy scent, and the way she looks right now, lush and curvy, with just a towel draped around her torso.
The silence stretches until it’s ready to snap.
I break first, as always.
“So,” I growl, the word ricocheting off the ruins. “We need a fucking plan.”
Brent snorts, his handsome face rueful. “That’d be a nice change of pace.”
Marnie says nothing. Her eyes flicker toward me, then away, then fixate on the floor, where the knife is discarded, glinting and sharp.
I clear my throat, and it burns. “Look, this isn’t working. The way we’re doing things now means that someone’s going to get killed, literally. Or maybe just fired, but definitely not a happy ending.”
Brent stares at the ceiling, like maybe there’s an escape hatch up there if he just believes hard enough.
I keep going, stubborn. “We have to find a way for this to work. All three of us.”
Marnie’s lips part, but nothing comes out.
Brent finally turns my way. “So what do we do? Share her, the way we always have? But my one-on-ones with Marnie were fucking insane, my friend. Having that ass and twat to myself was incredibly hot.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Me too. I was fucking her by myself as well, and having both of Marnie’s holes to myself was incredible. So if we want to go on like this, then we need to develop a plan.”
Brent stares at me. “Which is?”
