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?”
I shrug.
“No more secrets, no more bullshit. If she wants both of us, she gets both. Together. Or one-on-one. Whatever. But we don’t go all MMA every time someone’s feelings get hurt.
It’s Marnie’s right to choose where she spends the night, and with whom.
If she wants both of us, then fine. If she wants just one, then that’s fine too and you and I have to deal. ”
The words hang between us before the curvy girl finally speaks.
“And you’d be okay with that?” she asks, voice soft. “No more fighting, no matter what I choose?”
Brent thinks for a moment, his expression pensive. “I would. If you want it, Marnie, because your happiness is the most important thing to me. If you’re with him six days, and me only one, I wouldn’t love it, but I wouldn’t protest either, under the terms of the agreement.”
I reach for her hand slowly, and thank fuck, but she doesn’t pull away.
“Same here. I wouldn’t want you to spend ninety percent of your time with that asshole, and only ten percent with me.
But I’ll accept it if that’s what you choose because we want you happy, Marnie.
What’s most important is that you’re comfortable, secure, and happy, and so we’ll do whatever it takes to get there.
Anything, sweetheart. Your wish is our command. ”
Marnie looks a bit unconvinced. “So there’s no schedule. No specific days that I spend with either you or him.”
I nod seriously.
“There’s no schedule, no quotas, no weird time clocks. You decide how you want to split your time, or not split it. It’s up to you, sweetheart.”
Marnie looks from me to Brent, then back again, like she’s waiting for the punchline. “But what if I want both at once?” she asks hesitantly. “Is that still on the books?”
I don’t miss a beat. “Then you get both at once. Dick in your asshole and your cunt simultaneously, if that’s what you’re feeling for the night.”
Brent nods. “We’re always happy to indulge you in that respect, sweetheart. You have a tight teenage body that was made to take cock in all its holes, and we’re only too happy to provide.”
I squeeze her hand. “We just need to know what you want, Marnie. Lots of communication, and no rules, except your rules.”
The beautiful blonde exhales, a long tremble that leaves her smaller, softer. “I want both,” she whispers. “I want all of it. I never thought I could, but—” Her voice cracks, and she scrubs at her eyes with the back of her hand. “I’m in love with both of you.”
Brent blinks, slow. “Say that again?”
Marnie laughs, shaky. “I’m in love with both of you, Brent and James. I never thought falling in love with two men simultaneously was possible, but here we are.”
The air shifts. The gravity of the room changes, drawing us all into a tighter, truer orbit.
Marnie drops her towel then, revealing that lush, nude form, and immediately, Brent and I approach like stalking male animals
“We can make this work,” I say, low. “If you want it.”
Marnie turns to Brent, then to me, and her voice is more sure than I’ve ever heard it. “I do.”
A shudder runs through the three of us, and it’s not just relief.
It’s something bigger—an end to the war, a beginning of something new and amazing.
Then with renewed vigor, I lean in to kiss the curvy girl, who returns my kiss with eager desire.
Then, she turns and kisses my friend, and as Brent groans with adoration, I know we’ve finally reached a solution that works.
After all, we fell in love with the sassy woman.
Marnie was a naughty blonde paralegal who showed up at our firm with every intention of clearing her father’s name.
But during the process, we fell in love with the beautiful young girl, and despite the miscommunications, mixed signals, and wrong turns, we’ve finally come upon a solution that satisfies us all: love, total and complete.