18. Show some love
eighteen
show some love
Bunny
The streets downtown were busy as usual for our little town on a Friday night. We turned the corner and saw the line to get into Captain’s and groaned. “This sucks.”
Rich smiled and walked to the front of the group. “Not for us.” He walked up to the guy at the door and said something to him. Then turned to us and waved for us to follow.
“Oh shit.” Looking around, the place was packed. Music played loudly over the speakers, and we maneuvered our way through and up to the bar.
Marlowe served drinks to the couple next to us, then set down napkins in front of Dexter and me. “What can I get ya?” It was her normal greeting for customers when she was busy. I’d put money on that she didn’t realize it was us.
“Come on, groupie, show us a little more love.” When she finally looked up at me, I winked. She stood frozen, her mouth opened slightly.
Before speaking, she cleared her throat.
“Oh, hey guys.” She avoided eye contact with me, and I tried to hide my smile.
“Round of your usuals?” Dexter nodded, and she started mixing up our drinks.
When she handed them to each of us, she smiled.
“Just let me or Naomi know if you want more.” She finally made eye contact and smiled when I started to walk away.
We moved over to the other side of the bar where there was more room to stand.
Before we had a chance to begin a conversation, a group of girls walked over to us.
The one leading the group wore a shredded band t-shirt and a jean skirt.
The heels she wore looked like they were impossible to walk in.
“You’re Solace, right? We’ve seen you play here before.
” She gestured over to the stage. It was dark now, but I knew they were getting everything set up for the start of the Battle of the Bands shows the next night. “You play tomorrow too.”
“No, we are next weekend,” Dexter replied, resting his arm on my shoulder.
“Oh damn, I won't be in town next weekend. Too bad I was hoping to see you guys play again.” The girl took a step closer to Dexter and me while her friends sipped their drinks.
Marlowe approached from the side out of nowhere. “I’ve got five minutes. Thought I’d just come and actually say hey since we didn’t really talk over there. Oh.” She directed her attention to the girl who was still approaching Dexter and me.
“Hey, groupie.” Reaching over, I pulled her into my side and kissed her head. She tried to pull away from me, but I held her tight. “Perfect timing; you were going to show us something. Back there, right?” I pushed Marlowe toward the backstage area and pulled Dexter with me.
“What are you doing?” Marlowe asked quietly.
Peeking around her, I checked to see if the girl had left. When I saw her and her friends walk away after talking to Chris and Rich for a second, my attention turned back to Dexter and Marlowe. “The coast is clear.” My feet carried me back out to the main area where we had been standing.
Marlowe looked at me, confused. “I don’t know what the fuck that was, but I have to go back to work now. See you later.” She waved hesitantly and walked back over to the bar.
I felt bad using Marlowe as a scapegoat again, but it was perfect timing.
Again. Plus Dexter just happened to be there too.
Being alone with the two of them in the darkness of the backstage area, even for just a few minutes, was agonizing.
Walking over to the bar, I ordered two shots of J?ger and downed them both before taking two pills I had in my pocket.
The beers I sipped the rest of the night kept me right at the perfect balance of cross-fade.
We helped the girls close up so Dave could leave a little early.
When we walked into the parking lot, Marlowe kept walking toward the sidewalk.
My eyebrows screwed up in confusion. “Groupie, where are you going?”
When she turned around to me, her hair flew around her face. “Home, I walked. My car wouldn’t start earlier.” She shrugged and kept walking backward, waving. Her tiny black shorts accentuated the sway of her hips as she walked away.
“Dex, she can’t walk home.” Turning, I ran over to Marlowe. “Come on,” I said, grabbing her hand. “You’re not fucking walking home. Get in the car.”
“Bunny, it’s fine. I do it all the time.” She laughed and pulled away from me.
Leveling my eyes at her, she stopped yanking out of my grasp. “I said you’re not walking home. Come with us.”
She deflated, looking in my eyes, and walked slowly toward the car.
I gave her a caring hug when she walked by, and she smiled up at me.
Pushing the seat back, I closed the door after Marlowe and I were in.
Dexter looked at me. “Let’s go home.” Dexter put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway.
“You mean my home?” Marlowe leaned forward between Dexter and me to ask her question.
My smile was sinister. “Sure, groupie. Eventually.”
The rest of the ride was silent. We pulled into the driveway and Marlowe shuffled in the backseat, gathering her bag. She shoved past me as she got out of the car and walked toward the front door. As soon as Dexter unlocked it, she rushed inside.
We all sat in the living room when Marlowe finally let out a long breath. “I’m not fucking doing this anymore.” She walked into the kitchen, grabbed a set of car keys, and started walking to the door.
“Marlowe, wait.” Dexter stood and ran to stop her from leaving. She couldn’t leave. I had them together again.
“Don’t leave.” I stood and walked to them.
“You’re fucking joking with me, right?” She threw the keys at the couch.
“I can’t take this. Ever since that night, things have been so fucking off between us.
Dexter and I know they’re weird, but you’ve barely even spoken to me.
And when you do, 90 percent of the time you're a jackass about it.” She started shoving at my chest. “Oh, and what was that the other day, Bunny?” She deepened her voice, trying to mimic me.
“You didn’t come in. Could have been fun.
What the fuck was that?” She shoved me harder, and I fell back onto the couch, not realizing I had walked that far back into the living room.
“We are going to talk about this.” She straddled my lap and placed her hand around my throat.
Dexter ran to the side of the couch. I sat smiling up at Marlowe with my arms resting at my sides. “Then let’s talk groupie.”
Marlowe didn’t say another word. Instead, her lips met mine in a fierce kiss that I returned with just as much force.
“Shit,” Dexter muttered next to me.
Marlowe’s lips pulled away from mine, and I realized that Dexter had scooped her up and was carrying her down the hallway. My arm reached behind my back, lifting my shirt over my head as I chased them toward Dexter’s room.
Dexter lifted Marlowe’s tank top over her head, revealing a plain black bra underneath.
Walking over slowly, I kissed around her side and to her back, undoing the clasp of her bra with my teeth and sliding the straps off.
Dexter reached over and grabbed my cheeks before kissing me, his tongue gently grazing the roof of my mouth.
Marlowe moaned as she watched she was rubbing her clit over her shorts.
We all fumbled out of the rest of our clothes. Reaching down, my fingers found Marlowe’s center. She was already wet. Taking my other hand, I grabbed Dexter’s neck and kissed him.
Marlowe moved, lying down on the bed with her leg up. She was fucking herself, and I released Dexter, turning his head over to her. He shifted and started kissing up the back of her leg and down to her pussy. As soon as she moved her hand, Dexter started circling her clit with his tongue.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I grabbed the lube and set it down on the bed for later.
The bottle opening a second later took me by surprise.
When I looked back, Marlowe was squeezing some onto her fingertips.
Was she planning to do what I think she was?
She looked up at me and raised her eyebrows.
Shifting my legs, I gave her access to my ass.
Her fingers were cold when she circled me. Dexter looked up and saw what Marlowe was doing. He moved to line his cock up to her entrance. I watched as he slowly entered her, inch by inch. She moaned in response.
As I relaxed into her massaging around my asshole, she pushed a finger in, followed quickly by a second finger. “My fingers are nothing compared to Dex’s cock, and that’s next.” Marlowe pulsed her fingers in and out, just missing my edging me. “Is that what you want, Bunny?”
“I’ll fuck you while I’m covered in her.” I whimpered, my head fell to the bed, and I felt the muscles in my ass tighten around Marlowe’s fingers.
Marlowe’s orgasm started to build. Her breathing was erratic, and when I looked over, Dexter was massaging her clit with precision. She pulled her fingers from me and reached out for Dexter’s hand that was torturing her. “Fuck me,” Marlowe cried out as she came, throwing her arms above her head.
Dexter leaned down and kissed her softly before backing up. When I leaned over her, I bit her lightly on her chest, and she chuckled. “Got another one of those for me?” Slapping my cock on her clit she jumped and moaned softly, looking up at me.
“Better relax, Wy.” I snapped my head in his direction.
He never says my real name around anyone.
Why the fuck would he say it now? The intrusion surprised me even though I was expecting it.
His fingers were definitely bigger and longer than Marlowe’s.
He worked with me as I fucked Marlowe to line himself up to my hole.
Marlowe whispered soothing praises in my ear as Dexter bottomed out.
Just her voice made this all feel like I didn’t deserve something so special.
Dexter fucked me, and I fucked Marlowe until we all came.
Whatever the two of them had going on wasn’t going anywhere else without me.
We all lay in bed, a pile of sheets and tangled bodies until we fell asleep.
I woke up early the next morning to a note on the table.
Borrowed a car. Had to go take care of Dojo. I’ll see you guys later.
-M