29. Dean
Dean
Having the apartment all to myself meant that, for once, I could stretch out on the couch, the space being entirely mine.
Madison left for work, and Marcus was out doing—whatever the fuck he felt was so important that he had to leave early in the morning on his day off to do it.
I had just switched on the TV and Xbox when I heard the door open and close behind me. Pulling myself up to sit, I peered over the back of the couch to see that Marcus had returned home and, being the loving and generous best friend he was, had brought back a pizza.
“I love that you always bring home exactly what I’m craving.” I teased with a smug smile, my eyes fixed on the goods.
Marcus removed his earbuds, tucking them into his jacket pocket as he strode across the room and sat the box on the counter .
“First of all, I didn’t bring Madison home. She broke into our apartment and fucked you instead of me by accident.”
“Huh… Same thing, I suppose.” I shrugged with a warm laugh as I stood from the couch with a long stretch before heading around the corner and into the kitchen for lunch.
“Far from it, my friend.” Marcus slapped the back of my shoulder as he passed by me to open the fridge. “But there are also zero regrets.”
I picked up the pizza box and carried it with me into the living room, where Marcus followed closely behind with two ice-cold beers.
“Did you think this would be the end result? That an accidental fuck would lead to us sharing her?”
I asked the question that had been hovering at the back of my mind for a long while now.
“Honestly?” Marcus tilted his head in thought as he handed me one of the beers and fell onto the couch beside me. “No… I mean, the initial idea was there, but I didn’t know if you or Madison would be willing to even consider a polyamorous relationship.”
Marcus pressed his back into the cushion, propping the arches of his feet on the edge of the coffee table and making himself comfortable.
“You really love her, don’t you? Madison’s got you wrapped around her finger so tight you’d bark if she asked you to.” I jested, biting the tip of my tongue as I tossed him one of the Xbox controllers .
“Woof, bro.” Marcus huffed in agreement, and it brought a beaming smile to my face to see him so happy and content with his life.
“Are you going to tell me where you went bright and early this morning? Or was the pizza to bribe me into silence? Because I’m fine either way.”
“I accepted the deal with Drake. Formally.” Marcus sighed, taking a long sip from his beer as he stared forward at the TV.
While I was initially against this whole bargain between the Sergeant and him, it was ultimately his choice, and I wasn’t about to stand in his way—not when the benefit outweighed the cost.
“I’m not going to nag or pry for the why, so how about you tell me what his favor was for Madison? Was it what we had assumed?”
“It was. All-inclusive, too.” Marcus nodded as he spoke, sucking in the side of his cheek and tilting his head as if subconsciously admiring his decision.
“All-inclusive? It’s a prison, not a fucking five-star resort in Jamaica, Marcus.” I huffed sarcastically as I brought the bottle to my lips—interesting choice of words for his deal with Sergeant Drake.
“I know what and where it is. I meant all-inclusive with the notion that Drake will take care of everything. The access, the cover-up, literally everything.”
“Everything?” I gaped at him, nearly choking on my mouthful of beer.
Why would he do something like that? Could he do something like that?
I knew the Sergeant held a lot of power within the law enforcement community, but that much? What kind of shit was he doing with Alpha-Six?
“That’s what I just fucking said. Everything. Need I spell it out for you?” Marcus bit out, growing slightly temperamental with my prying questions.
“Jesus, calm the fuck down. It all just sounds—”
“Too good to be true? Yeah. It is….” His voice drifted off, and I automatically knew there was more to this that he was disclosing to me.
You don’t get handed a deal like that without good reason. Even if Sergeant Drake fucking hated Adrian, this was still a huge deal.
“You’re withholding…”
“Am not.”
“Are too. What the hell aren’t you telling me?”
Marcus sighed as he bent forward, dropping his feet to the floor, and pressed his forearms on his thighs.
Wetting his lips, Marcus rolled his head as if whatever he was hiding from me struck a nerve, and he was hoping I wouldn’t press further for the answer. Too fucking bad.
“Drake knows more about Madison than we do… He knew what Adrian was doing to her…” He fucking what?
“And he didn’t think to stop it? Are you fucking kidding me right now? Please tell me you’re joking—that you’re just saying that to get a rise out of me.”
I sat up straight, nearly spilling my beer with how quickly I jolted forward.
“I’m not, and he didn’t… He couldn’t.”
“Bull-fucking-shit.”
“That’s what I said…” Marcus sighed deeply, his eyes dropping to the coffee table as he stared off into nothing.
There was a long silence between us as I gaped at him, still in shock from the bomb he’d just dropped in my lap, and Marcus looked as though he had just lost the battle in a raging war—utterly defeated.
“You made the right call,” I uttered, breaking our silence in the hope of turning his mood around and erasing the fault he was undoubtedly feeling.
I was pissed off at the Sergeant. He was giving us nothing more than a band-aid to slap over a deep cut that required medical attention.
But time heals all wounds, and this opportunity would start that process for Madison.
“We’ll end that motherfucker. He’ll get what’s coming to him…” I added, finishing my beer and picking up the Xbox controller that I had dropped in the heat of the moment.
There was nothing we could do to change the past, but the future? Now, that was something we had complete control over.
“Yeah… He will.” Marcus agreed, throwing open the lid of the large box before pulling out a slice of pizza. I bent forward to do the same while it was still warm.
Neither of us knew what to say next—both of us contemplating what we were going to do next.
A free pass to kill with zero consequences and regrets .
How could you say no?
After several beers, a second pizza, and about fifteen rounds of Call of Duty later, Marcus and I were feeling pretty damn good—the two of us doing nothing but hanging out for hours on the couch.
It’s been a while since we had a whole day just to fuck around on the Xbox and drink. Despite the most recent chaotic weeks, it felt almost as if we were finally returning to our old routine.
“What in the…” Madison’s voice was difficult to hear over our shouting at the TV. Our team in Call of Duty was sucking in what was our last round of team deathmatch.
“You’re home late—” Marcus yelled over his shoulder before throwing his controller to the floor. “Are you fucking—fuck you assholes! Figure out how to fucking aim!”
I laughed uncontrollably at his outrage, holding onto my sides for dear life. I was laughing so hard that tears had started to roll down the sides of my face.
“Looks like you two are having a good time.” Madison chimed in as she approached the back of the couch, resting her hands on top and pressing her weight into them.
“Where have you been? We thought you’d be home at least three hours ago.” Marcus spoke into his bottle, finishing the last couple of ounces before setting it down on the coffee table with the other beers he had previously polished off.
“I had to run a few errands and stop by my townhouse to grab some things.” Madison nonchalantly shrugged as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.
She had been acting strangely this past week, out all day and then always coming home late. I assumed it was due to her inconsistent work schedule at the ED, but she never returned tired or emotionally exhausted like she used to.
I peered down at her side, noticing that she had a large black duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
“Appears to be a lot more than just some things .” I arched an inquisitive brow at her, seeing if she would take the hint and tell us where she had actually been and what was in the overstuffed bag.
“Well, if you boys would have been more accommodating, I wouldn’t need to bring my entire bathroom with me now, would I?” Madison jested with a saccharine smile before pushing herself off the back of the couch and turning on her heel to head down the hall.
“Which bed tonight, kitten?” Marcus crooned, adjusting his position on the couch so he could watch her ass as it swayed with every step.
“That all depends. Which one of you is hard and ready to bend me over right this very second?”
Marcus and I glanced at each other briefly before launching ourselves over the back of the couch to chase Madison’s tail down the hallway.
I shoved Marcus aside and into the wall as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into my room, stumbling against the half-open door with her held up against me.
Madison’s bubbly laugh echoed throughout the room as she reached out at the last second, wrapping her fist in Marcus’s shirt and dragging him along with us.
“Dean’s bed, but Marcus first.” She purred, yanking Marcus roughly against her and instantly devouring his mouth as if she hadn’t tasted him in days.
“Or we can just take you at the same time,” I murmured against her ear as I shoved my hand under the waistband of her scrubs, guiding it between her thighs and running my middle finger through the center of her wet pussy. “Think you can fit us both?”
Madison was breathless, releasing a sigh of lust as she pressed her weight further into me, and Marcus dragged his lips along the side of her neck.
“You always know just the right thing to say to make your girl wet.” She rasped, eyes half closing as she bit her lip and submitted herself to us.
“Top or bottom, Marcus.”
“Having the feel of her pretty toned ass pressed up against me? I’ll gladly lay under her.” Marcus pulled Madison to him, spinning her around so her back was facing him.
He lifted her shirt, pulling it over her head before unhooking her bra and tossing it across the room. At the same time, I gripped her pants, pushing them down and off her hips until they loosely fell to the floor .
Marcus stripped off his sweatpants and boxers before pulling Madison’s back to his chest, fisting his dick in his hand, getting it hard and ready for her.
When ready, he fell backward onto the bed, Madison straddling his hips in reverse cowgirl, with his hard length standing at full attention up against her pussy.
“All yours, kitten. Climb on.” Marcus crooned, thrusting his hips upward in silent demand.
Madison rose onto her knees, lining Marcus up with her entrance before slowly lowering her weight down on him, a moan passing her lips as he filled her all the way.
Once Marcus was situated deep inside of her, I removed my clothes and stood at the edge of the bed, working my already hard, aching cock with my hand and lubing it up with my pre-cum and spit.
“Lay back, darling, and spread those beautiful thighs nice and wide.”
Marcus slid one hand across her stomach, the other up to caress her perfect breast as he pulled her body down until she was flush against his chest.
Her eyes connected with mine as I bent forward, lining myself up in the limited space between her clit and Marcus’s dick.
“Ready to be thoroughly filled with your two favorite cocks, Mads.”
She nodded eagerly, her eyes dropping down between her thighs as she watched me slowly push my way into her .
A loud whimper, borderline strangled scream broke from her throat as her head fell back against Marcus’s shoulder, and I took her legs in my hands, pushing them even wider apart.
“Ffffuuuccckkkk, bro.” Marcus hissed, his hips tilting up against her ass.
“Almost there.” I groaned as I gradually drove myself deeper, inch by inch.
Tight was a fucking understatement for how she felt with both of us stuffed inside of her.
“Well, darling, it looks like you can, in fact, take us both together. Now let’s see if this pussy can handle being fucked by our cocks at the same time.”
I gripped her thighs as I started thrusting my hips in and out, letting her get used to the combined size, our cocks moving as one.
Madison groaned, digging her nails into my forearms as I picked up the pace.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it, Mads. Take it all. Every single fucking inch of us.” I growled with feral need.
I could see Marcus playing with her tits and nipples as I released one of her thighs and repositioned my hand to play with her clit, her body already starting to tremble.
“Oh, fuck. Please. Fuck. Oh god.” Madison incoherently breathed her words, moaning and writhing between our bodies. “Marcus… Dean—” She wheezed, and I felt her pussy clamp around us like a vice.
“You can get louder than that, darling. Come on. Scream for us as you come all over our cocks. ”
I pulled her body up from Marcus, bouncing her between us and roughly fucking her as deep as she could take us.
Marcus let out a satisfied groan under Madison’s cries, unable to control her volume.
“You there yet, Marcus,” I grunted, my throat growing dry as sweat started beading along my brow.
“If you’re asking if I’m about to blow my load, then yes, fucking let her come already.” Marcus adjusted his grip, sliding his hands over her thighs to keep them spread as I held onto the back of her head and waist and pounded into her.
“You heard him, Mads. Come for us. Cover these cocks in your sweet cum like you own them. Because you fucking do.”
Madison screamed our names, her voice breaking with the sound as her climax ripped through her, and I felt her cum leaking out between us.
“Time to fill you up, darling.” I breathed as I felt my balls tighten from her tight pussy’s grip.
Marcus and I came almost at the same time, filling her until our cum mixed with hers started dripping out of her and onto the floor.
Madison sagged against me, utterly spent, as I pulled her face back to claim her mouth with mine—a long, passionate, and deep kiss, one that nearly stole whatever breath I had left.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and then pass the fuck out,” I murmured against her lips before tasting them one more time.
…And this is when I undeniably accepted that I no longer wanted to live a life where Madison and I didn’t belong to one another.