24. Madison
Madison
The nightmares had stopped, but that didn’t prevent me from waking up feeling hungover from whatever was clawing at the back of my mind and attempting to rip me away from the sanctuary I found myself hiding within.
I should’ve felt relieved that Adrian was now locked away in a maximum-security prison. I no longer had to fear him coming back for me, spending my days constantly looking over my shoulder anytime I felt as though I was being watched.
Blinking the stubborn sleep from my eyes, I saw sunlight glowing through the closed blinds and felt two sets of muscular arms wrapped around my body—Dean at my front and Marcus at my back, both holding me tightly against them.
Who needed a security blanket when you had Marcus and Dean’s warm embrace?
Dean … I ran a hand through the dark blonde hair at the back of his head, stroking the strands between my fingers as I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his scalp.
I inhaled his scent with a deep sigh, the comforting smell of teakwood and leather sinking into my senses—calming my overactive mind into silence.
I was fully aware of what I had done—eliminating the one woman who dared to hurt what was mine. Sure, she did it before I had even remotely considered claiming Dean for myself, but none of that mattered once I saw her obnoxious hands attempting to caress his face.
What perplexed me the most was the reactions of both Dean and Marcus.
Neither of them stood in my way as I strangled the poor girl to death, almost as if they were condoning what I was doing.
From the moment he gripped my forearm, I had fully expected Dean to stop me from going through with my intentions, but when he released it, I was taken aback by his decision—to let me take her life for him.
And then there was Marcus… who just stood there, frozen in time, watching everything unfold before his eyes in shock and dismay.
Why did neither of them stop me or, at the very least, chastise me for what I had done? I was a cold-blooded murderer, and yet they still wanted me—jagged edges, broken pieces and all.
Was I no better than Adrian now? Corrupting two innocent souls and damning them to a life of questioning morals …
“Mmm… Mads.” Marcus groaned as he nuzzled further up against my back, his face buried in the crook of my neck.
I could feel his rock-hard cock grinding up against my ass as he shifted, and without even thinking, I arched my back, pressing myself up against him.
I loved this—being sandwiched between two gorgeous men who’d give up anything for me—and I’d give up everything for them.
This was heaven, and I felt like the devil in white.
I sighed heavily, again opening my eyes to peer down at Dean, who still hadn’t moved. His gentle breaths caressed my skin as he slept soundly in my embrace.
My heart ached at the thought of losing either one of them. Adrian nearly ripped Dean away from me before I even had the chance to let myself love him.
I wanted to love Dean just as much as I knew I already loved Marcus, even if I hadn’t confessed it to him yet.
It was surreal—the feeling of loving two men at the same time, equally and unconditionally.
I felt teeth sink into my shoulder and hissed at the sensation, turning my head to glance back at Marcus.
“Right this second?” I whispered as he dragged his tongue over the marks he had left on my skin.
“Come on, kitten.” Marcus ground his hips against my back, sucking in a breath before releasing a deep groan. “Don’t make me beg.”
“You know I can’t resist a little begging, baby boy. ”
Marcus dragged his lips along my shoulder before nipping and sucking on my neck.
I bit back a moan, sinking my teeth into my lower lip and giving Dean a gentle squeeze out of reflex.
I could feel the heat pooling in my lower belly as Marcus glided his hand down my side, over my bare ass cheek, and between my thighs, feeling his way up to my slick center.
“Please, Mads.” I could feel his warm breath caressing my ear as he murmured his plea, and I groaned, my cunt tensing from the arousal he was creating.
“But Dean,” I whispered, tilting my head back and angling my neck for him to explore further.
“He’ll wake up and fuck you after I’m done, but what I need right now is my kitten’s claws buried deep into my skin.” He growled, forcefully dragging me away from Dean and over his body to straddle his hips.
The chill from the cool air and losing Dean’s bodily warmth made me shiver and groan.
“Fuck you, Marcus, I was comfortable,” Dean mumbled into the sheets before rolling over, his back now facing us.
“Get comfortable later.” Marcus huffed a laugh, pulling my face down to his and driving his tongue deep into my mouth.
I framed my forearms on either side of his head, tongue tangling with his as I felt a warm hand slide down my back to give my ass a gentle squeeze.
I giggled against his lips, loving how playful Marcus had always been .
It was what drew me to him in the first place.
I don’t know why it took me this long to allow myself to love Marcus, but I’m glad I finally did.
“Nope, no, we’re not watching that. Anything but that.” Marcus shook his head as he attempted to steal the TV remote from me.
I held it in my opposite hand, giggling like a child and stretching it as far away as possible while he reached across my body, pulling me tightly against him.
“Oh, come on, baby boy. Just once—for me?” I lifted my gaze to give him the saddest puppy dog eyes I have ever given someone—even Chyler—batting my lashes as innocently as possible.
“The sweet act can only work under certain circumstances, and this isn’t one of them. Now give me the remote—”
“Make me.” I breathed brazenly against his lips, just barely grazing them with mine.
“You really want to go there, kitten? Right fucking now?” Marcus met me with the same rapturous murmur.
His gaze fell to my lips as he swallowed, resisting the urge to give me exactly what I wanted—him.
“With you, Marcus? Always.” I always craved him.
We stayed there, locked in a moment of pure desire for one another, neither wanting to break the tether that pulled us even closer.
“I’m still not watching the Notebook.”
“Even for me? It’s not that bad of a movie, I promise.”
I wasn’t in the mood for watching anything more than a romantic chick flick.
If Chyler had been here, she would have started the movie immediately, but I only had Marcus—and I wasn’t about to complain.
“Only if we’re going to recreate the sex scenes, then I might reconsider.”
“Before or after you watch the movie with me?”
“I’ll compromise with after, but if you fall asleep like last time, I’m waking your pretty tight ass up,” Marcus growled, sliding a hand up to caress my cheek as he stared affectionately into my eyes.
“Mhm… Deal. I’ll go and get the snacks.” I tapped his nose with my finger before moving to hop off the couch.
Marcus gripped my hips, and I couldn’t resist the giggle that bubbled up from my throat when he roughly pulled me back down into his lap.
“Why bother? I’ve got mine right here.” His voice rumbled in his throat like a purr as he brushed my hair aside, fingertips gliding along my skin before he pressed his lips to my neck, sucking on the tender part where it met my shoulder.
“Okay…” I sucked in an aroused breath before groaning deeply with lust. “Maybe I could be convinced to skip the movie just this once.”
Repositioning myself to straddle his hips, I tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck even further to him.
I loved that Marcus wasn’t afraid to manhandle me—to take what he wanted.
“That’s my girl.” He breathed against my already flushed skin, and I was all too ready to come in his lap if he merely told me to.
Marcus was perfection.
Sweet, caring, playful, and a downright incredible fuck.
He checked all the boxes for what I would have been looking for in a man—if I were actively searching.
But I still wasn’t ready to commit my heart and soul to someone, not just yet.