Prologue #2
Music still played loudly from the shed. System of a Down’s Toxicity album played; it was the last album in the stereo. It was getting late.
Marlowe had shivered once, and I wrapped her in my giant jacket, zipping her up in it with me. We sat there cuddled together until the fire died, the music stopped, and everyone had left.
Dexter was finally the one to break the silence. “Are we going to sleep out here on the pool chairs or what?”
I busted out laughing. “Fuck no. Let’s go inside.” I unzipped my jacket so Marlowe could get up.
Dexter stood and scooped Marlowe up from my lap. She yelped, “Ahh, Dex, put me down! I may be shitfaced, but I can walk!”
“Yeah, but this is more fun.” We were all laughing together as we stumbled inside.
Running in front of them, I opened the sliding glass door, flipped the switch to turn off the lights to the back yard, then shut and locked the back door behind me.
Marlowe was staying here tonight. That was a given.
There was no way she was driving back home.
It was late, and she was drunk. Pushing the door open to my room, I reached into a drawer that I knew should have something that Marlowe would be more comfortable in.
I grabbed a pair of gym shorts and an old band t-shirt.
When I walked back out to the living room, Dexter sat on the couch, and Marlowe sat on the floor, flipping through television channels. She finally landed on late-night cartoons, perking up a bit when the creepy dog made his appearance.
“Mar, you’re just staying here tonight. I got you some more comfortable clothes to sleep in.
Take my room, and I’ll sleep out here.” I set the clothes on the coffee table and made my way to the kitchen for a beer.
“Either of you want a beer?” In unison, they replied yes.
Grabbing them, I returned to the living room.
When Marlowe stood at the commercial break, she grabbed the clothes and the beer. “Thank you, Bunny.” As she walked past, she kissed my cheek.
Not just a sweet peck like she’s given me before. But a kiss.
Eyes wide, I looked down at Dexter, who was staring at me with eyes equally as wide. Gripping the neck of my beer bottle, I chugged the contents. Quickly, I went to the kitchen for another drink. When I returned, my gaze landed on Dexter. “What the fuck?”
Marlowe emerged from my bedroom in my clothes, and I forgot how to breathe. Seeing her like this right now, I was damn near ready to pass out.
“So you may never get these back, actually. I’m so fucking comfortable right now.”
The gym shorts went well below her knees, and the t-shirt could have been a dress on her. She had pulled her hair up, and just her bangs and a few pieces of flaming orange hair framed her gorgeous face. The light from the kitchen glinted on her eyebrow piercing.
“Keep them forever. They’re yours.”
Dexter’s eyes were glued to the TV. Leaning toward him, I pinched his earlobe. “Bunny, what the fuck?”
Giving Dexter a look that could have killed him, I pointed toward Marlowe with my beer bottle. His shoulders slumped when he took in the sight in front of us.
There was nothing I could do anymore. Something took over me as I sat here looking at the two of them. Suddenly all of the flirting I had done with Marlowe that night felt real, too real.
I placed my fresh beer on the coffee table. Looking over at Dexter, my hand reached out in front of him. “Let’s go.” He placed his hand in mine and stood.
Marlowe looked at us with confusion as we approached her.
“You too.” Grabbing her neck, I gently guided her toward Dexter’s bedroom.
A fishtank glowed in the corner of the master bedroom. The dimly lit space smelled like Dexter, a scent that was full of memories that would always remind me of good times. Times that were easier and lighter.
Marlowe tensed when she heard the door click shut behind us. “Bunny?” Turning to face me, Marlowe looked at me with timid eyes. The swirling blues somehow looked even more unreal in the soft light of the room.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” My voice was soft as I leaned in, our lips almost touching.
I could feel her ragged breaths as she gasped beneath me.
The back of her legs hit the bed, but I wrapped my arms around her back, stopping her from falling.
She caught herself by placing her hands on my chest. “But Marlowe—” I squeezed her tighter to me, and she didn’t resist. Leaning into her ear, the side of my face rested against hers, “---don’t you dare tell me to stop.
” My lips grazed her neck beneath her ear before I bit down lightly and she let out a soft moan.
Fuck me.
Dexter moved around me closely, placing his hand on the small of my back as I nipped and sucked at Marlowe’s neck.
Her little sounds drove me crazy and egged me on.
Feeling movement on either side of us, I looked up to find that Dexter had sat behind Marlowe on the bed.
I gestured for him to scoot back on the bed, and he started moving.
My hands moved around to squeeze Marlowe’s hips before gently guiding her to sit on the bed.
Dex reached up and pulled her to him and squeezed her in a hug, chuckling lightly. “Relax, Mar. You okay?” He gripped her chin and tilted it up toward him. My hand rested on her thigh.
Her eyes grew wide, and she looked at both of us. “Holy shit. Is this happening right now?”
Dexter licked his lips and looked away, trying to hide his laugh.
A small snicker escaped as he looked at me before he responded.
“Yeah, groupie, it is.” Dexter captured Marlowe’s lips in his and a wave of euphoria washed over me.
Seeing the two of them together like this was possibly the best fucking thing I had ever witnessed.
Leaning down, I kissed up Marlowe’s leg, lifting the shorts she had put on as my lips continued their way up.
She twitched ever so lightly like she was ticklish.
Reaching her waist, my fingers reached beneath her shirt and gently brushed the soft skin of her stomach.
She jerked, pulling away from Dexter. They both looked down at me.
An innocent smile was plastered across my face as I began playing with the waistband of Marlowe’s shorts.
Her warm hand reached down, cupping the side of my face, and she pulled me up to her.
She didn’t say anything, just softly kissed me.
Blinking, I looked directly at Dexter, who just looked at Marlowe.
No other thought crossed my brain besides ‘I need to kiss this woman right now.’ So I did.
We both fell over on Dexter when I slammed my lips against Marlowe’s. He braced our fall, leaning back on one arm and holding us against his chest with the other.
Pulling back, both Marlowe and Dexter were smiling wide.
I crawled down Marlowe’s body, slowly lifting the shirt up and over her head.
Her perfectly round tits were on display when I leaned back to take her in.
Dexter wasted no time, taking his big hands and running them gently across her body.
Her nipples pebbled beneath the attention, and her head fell back onto his shoulder.
Quickly, I lifted my shirt over my head and crawled in front of them.
Pinching Marlowe’s nipple, I twisted lightly, and she let out a soft cry.
As I leaned forward, Dexter stopped kissing Marlowe’s neck and captured my lips in his.
My teeth clamped down on his bottom lip lightly before I released and soothed the pain with my tongue. He groaned in response.
Marlowe started reaching toward my belt, doing her best to undo the clasp.
Leaning back, I took my belt off and undid my pants for her while Dexter pulled his shirt off.
Marlowe’s fingertips slowly traced my abs as I knelt in front of her.
She leaned forward and licked from my belly button to the center of my chest. My mouth fell open, and I looked at Dexter.
The pained expression on his face was exactly how I was feeling too. This was unfucking real.
Backing away from Marlowe, I stood and pulled my pants and boxer briefs off. I didn’t know if she could guess the size from feeling it against her leg, but now she knew; I was definitely blessed. My gaze lifted to Marlowe, and the corners of my lips lifted slightly.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I pulled out a few condoms that Dex and I kept there. Picking Marlowe up, Dexter shifted out from behind Marlowe and took his pants off.
My lips grazed the waistband of the shorts Marlowe wore. Biting down on them, I started to pull them down and off her. She lifted her hips off the bed and helped me by pushing them down. Marlowe was perfect.