My head shot up, and I looked quickly between her and Dexter. Dexter slowly shifted his gaze to me. Looking at me through the hair that had fallen. “No. No, absolutely not.”
“You two have history,” Dexter said. “This thing with the three of us, we haven’t really talked it out or whatever the fuck. So do whatever you want.” What the fuck was he saying? I did not want to be with Nicki at all. “But just know,” he continued. “For us, there’s only you.”
“Damn right.” The words came out before I could think. But even the thought of either of them with anyone else made me physically ill. Dexter never pursued anyone who approached him. I never questioned why, but I was grateful for it. Marlowe always said she worked too much to date, and she was an expert at dodging guys at Captain’s. I never really had to be jealous before. But now just the thought of it drove me crazy. And I didn’t want anyone but them.
“I only ever fucked Nicki for drugs. But I’m not doing that anymore.” I wasn’t going to lie to them. I planned to never deal with her again. I’d find my shit from somewhere else. “It’s been months, seriously months since I’ve seen her. She’s been asking around for me, but I’m dodging her.”
“But you went there last night?” Dexter looked at me more directly.
“Just for pills.” I didn’t want to admit to stealing them, so I told a little white lie. “Bought them from some guy I knew that was out front. There was that guy TJ. He was here a few months ago in that green hoodie, remember?” Looking at them both, they were just staring, waiting for me to finish my story. “Well, he has an issue with me because he’s in love with Nicki or something. He suckerpunched me. Then I came home.”
Marlowe released a breath. “What about your show? Were you fucked up?”
Abruptly, I stood from the couch. “Yes, Marlowe. Does it make you happy that I admit to taking a few too many before we played?” She shook her head. “I’m pissed I could have messed it up for us because I’m a fucking idiot. This is all I have.” Solacewas one of the things that kept me going. When I didn’t perform well, and it was my own fault, there was no one else to blame. It was all on me.
Marlowe moved to stand in front of me, wiping tears I didn’t know had started to fall. “Whoa, stop.” Marlowe’s tone was firm as she held my head in her hands. “Are you okay right now?”
“Yeah.” I nodded my head as I replied and backed away from her.
She walked back toward me and kissed me softly. Without hesitation, I lifted her under her thighs and wrapped her legs around my waist. We continued kissing as I walked her down the hallway toward my bedroom. Dexter followed, closing the door behind him.
I sat Marlowe down on the bed and stepped away. Dexter quickly replaced me, wrapping Marlowe’s legs around his waist. The tattoo on his side rippled as he picked her up and shifted her back farther on the bed. Removing my shirt, I crawled next to the two of them and watched them kiss. “No more of this unless I’m around,” I said into Dexter’s ear. My voice was still loud enough for Marlowe to hear. They released their kiss.
“That’s a little controlling,” Dexter said before kissing me. I tasted Marlowe’s chapstick on his lips when he kissed me.
Pulling away, I smiled. “I’m not kidding.” Dexter moved over to my gentle nudge and kiss on the cheek. I removed Marlowe’s boyshorts and unzipped my jacket and pushed it open. Dexter removed his boxers and pulled mine down from behind me, trailing wet kisses up my back as he returned to the bed.
Circling Marlowe’s clit she writhed beneath me, pushing her tits up and pinching her nipples. Slowly I sank into Marlowe. She gasped as I began moving inside of her and threw her head back. Dexter pulled his dick out and stroked it as he watched me fuck Marlowe. Reaching out, Marlowe wrapped her hand around Dexter and guided him to her mouth. I watched as she licked thevein on the side and spit on the tip before sucking him as deep as she could at the odd angle.
Dexter looked over at me. My hand reached out. The two fingers that had been torturing Mar’s clit were now in Dexter’s mouth. He sucked my fingers, running his tongue between them like he was tasting his favorite treat. When I pulled my fingers out, he whimpered at the loss.
My attention was back on Marlowe. When my wet fingers touched her clit, Marlowe moaned around Dex’s cock, causing him to tremble. He was getting close. Leaning forward, I grabbed Dexter’s face and kissed him. He came on Marlowe’s face when I bit down on his lip. Sucking his lip to soothe it as I backed away.
Marlowe licked the cum on her lips, and my body tensed. They were so fucking perfect. Marlowe’s walls clenched around me, and she moaned my name. Dexter was behind me, kissing the spot between my neck and shoulder, massaging his hands across my chest. I threw my head back and came across Marlowe’s stomach. She never looked so perfect.
twenty-seven
very domestic
Marlowe
The phone rang. Throwing the ball for Dojo, Dexter walked over to the chair and picked it up.
“Hello?” He answered. “Yeah, the night before. They aren’t going to announce it, or anything. Mar just talked Dave into setting it up for us.”
Hearing my name, I walked over to where Dexter was standing. I wondered who he was talking to and hoped it was one of the twins. Last night Dave had agreed to let the guys play a Secret Show the night before the last Battle of the Bands. I was thinking of it as a redemption for their last set. Even though they still moved forward, I knew they weren’t happy with how it went. Bunny especially.
“It will be just for whoever happens to be there that night when we go on.” Dexter was silent while whoever was on the other line spoke. “Okay, yeah. See you tomorrow.”
Smiling, I looked up at Dexter. “That was Rich. Naomi told him about the Secret Show. I feel like we are doing some covertmission.” He squatted down, poking at my sides. “It’s a secret.” He tickled me.
Laughing, I pushed his hands away. “You’re so stupid,” I joked. “They’re coming tomorrow though?”
“Yeah, they’ll be by at noon.” He wrapped me in a tight hug. He was wearing a baggy shirt that was warm from the sun. “Come on, Dojo!” He called out before ushering me inside.
My feet carried me over to the fridge to grab a Diet Coke, but there were none. “Did we ask Bunny to get drinks?” I turned on my heel and looked at Dexter. The look on his face told me that we definitely didn’t ask him to get drinks.
We were having a movie night, and Bunny went to the grocery store for appetizers. We should have remembered we were low on drinks too. All we had was water or liquor.
