9. Marcus
Marcus
I entered the kitchen and found Dean shirtless, wearing nothing but sweatpants. He was casually leaning back against the counter, eating a bowl of cereal with a confident smile on his face.
Dean was up to something…
When we went to bed last night after a couple of rounds of Call of Duty, he still looked like shit.
“You want to tell me why the fuck you’re so happy all of a sudden?” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest as I tried to put the missing pieces together. A good night’s sleep could do many things, but this? A complete one-eighty?
“Want to tell me when you started fucking Madison?” He replied with a mouthful of half-chewed cereal. How did he—
“I—What?”
Dean gestured his head down the hall to his room, and I arched a skeptical brow before stepping away from the kitchen to peer through the cracked door. There, face down in the middle of his bead, was a gorgeous white blonde bombshell, bare ass and all— Madison .
What the fuck?
I turned to stare at Dean in confusion, and he just gave me a casual shrug before dropping his empty bowl into the sink.
“I got under someone—over actually, same thing though.” He joked while wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb before stepping towards me in the hall.
I should have been pissed off with him, but all things considered, this made it easier to bring up the discussion that had been gnawing at me for the past week.
“Before you ask—she broke into our apartment looking for you.”
I blew a breath out of the corner of my mouth as my eyes locked back on Madison, sleeping peacefully.
“Okay, yeah, so we’ve been fucking for a while… a long while, admittedly…”
“And you’re not mad about this?” He questioned, resting his shoulder against the wall as we whispered our conversation just outside the bedroom.
I shrugged before mirroring his position on the opposite side of the door, crossing my arms just like him—two friends in a casual discussion about a naked woman less than ten feet away from us.
“What’s there to be mad about? She’s not my girlfriend.”
From the beginning, I had been open-minded about where my relationship with Madison would go, and knowing that she placed herself between us without me having to ask made the conversation that much easier to bring up.
“Yet… I feel like there’s a ‘yet’ that you’re forgetting to add.”
Alright, let’s just rip this band-aid off right now.
“Would it be too far out there to consider… sharing her?” I cringed at my own words, a part of me wondering if I had just fucked up, bringing this suggestion into play.
Dean didn’t immediately answer, simply staring at me as if I had grown a second head within the last fifteen seconds of our conversation.
“I mean…” He scratched the back of his neck, dropping his eyes to the floor before peering back inside the room. “Can we?”
I quietly laughed, biting my bottom lip to avoid being any louder.
“Dude, I’d much rather that she fuck you than some other random asshole on the street.”
“What about feelings?”
“What about them?”
“You told me you were catching feelings for a woman you were sleeping with; clearly, that woman is Madison.”
He wasn’t wrong. I had caught feelings for her. What would happen when feelings grew between the three of us? Dean for Madison and Madison for the both of us.
Would I be okay with them loving each other as long as she loved me all the same?
“I am—I did, but that’s something we can deal with at another time; right now, the important question is… can we share her? ”
“Would she want to be shared?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle because I already knew the answer to that question, even though Madison was asleep and not even a part of the conversation.
“Fuck yes, she would. Are you kidding me?” I whisper-shouted, almost too excited for where we were heading with all of this.
Dean rubbed the side of his jaw with his palm as he debated the proposition I had just made. I anxiously waited for his answer and hoped he would be open to the idea, especially while he was still getting over his breakup with Amber.
“Here’s the thing… If we do this, you need to be upfront with me—”
“I will—”
“In all aspects.” He pressed. “That means if there is a problem, you tell me before pulling any kind of stupid shit. We are brothers above all else.”
I heard what he was saying and understood its gravity. Bros before hoes, or something along those lines—remembering that our relationship came before Madison and that no woman—even her, was worth destroying that bond.
“Done.” I agreed without hesitation.
I wanted this, and as long as Madison only slept in one of our beds, I was more than happy with the conditions.
“Do you want to wake her up, or should I?” Dean smirked, licking his lips as his eyes trailed up and down her prone figure.
“You had her last night; I think it’s my turn.”
“Fair enough. She’s all yours. ”
Dean and I bumped fists before he made his way to the living room, and I slid into his bedroom, shutting the door behind me with a soft click of the lock.
Crawling my way onto Dean’s bed, I hovered over her sprawled body on all fours before leaning down to pepper kisses along her shoulder blade.
Madison groaned as she stretched out underneath me like a cat, pushing her hips and ass up in the air.
“Mmm… Dean?”
“You’re in the wrong bed this morning, kitten,” I murmured against her skin, which I could feel turning flush under my lips. Madison’s eyes flared wide as she quickly twisted her upper body to face me.
“Marcus.” She gasped in shock and confusion. “I—”
“You don’t need to explain anything. Come here.” I captured her mouth with mine, groaning at the mere taste of her. Fuck, she was delicious.
Madison moaned, her hands rushing to the waistband of my gym shorts and fumbling to pull my dick out of them.
“You’re eager,” I mumbled against her lips, devouring her mouth like a meal as I grew hard for her.
“I’m always eager for you, baby boy.” She panted in lust before sinking her teeth into my bottom lip as she stroked my dick and lined it up against her entrance.
“Now, give me that pretty cock.” Madison giggled right before I drove myself in deep, a gasp passing both our lips as she took me to the base in a single thrust.
“Fuck.” She hissed a moan, wrapping her legs tightly around my hips for leverage as I began thrusting myself in and out of her.
“Tell me how good Dean felt.”
Fuck, why was it so arousing to know about her fucking him? Why did I even give a shit?
“Marcus, I—”
“I don’t care that you fucked him; I just want to know if you enjoyed him as much as me.” I could feel my competitive nature coming out, the primal urge to make her crave me just as much—if not more—than him.
“Baby boy, you have nothing to worry about when it comes to Dean; you’ll always be my guilty pleasure—” Her fingers found their way through my hair, gripping the strands tightly as her pussy clenched around my dick. “And taste like sweet sin.”
“That’s my girl,” I leaned down to suck on her neck. “Because you’re ours now, and we aren’t sharing you with anyone else.”
The thought of claiming her right now was so fucking hot. Even while buried balls deep inside of her, I grew even harder knowing that she wasn’t going anywhere.
Madison was ours.
She belonged to us.