26. I fucked up
twenty-six
i fucked up
Bunny
The bed was empty when I woke up. Dexter’s warm citrusy scent filled the air.
Soft snores came from the bottom of the bed, and I found Dojo curled up near my feet.
In the middle of the night, I came in here, crawling next to Marlowe.
She wrapped around me like I was her little spoon, and I slept the rest of the night soundly.
Marlowe’s laughter floated down the hallway, beckoning me to go into the other room.
She and Dexter sat comfortably on the couch, a blanket over Marlowe’s legs.
My eye pounded slightly, the pain returning as soon as I remembered the suckerpunch from TJ.
Resisting the urge to reach up and touch my face, I walked to the other side of the couch, lifting Marlowe’s feet into my lap.
Dexter and Marlowe just stared at me. Dexter looked concerned, but Marlowe looked pissed. His arm tensed around her slightly.
“I fucked up.” I kept it short, sweet, and to the point.
Marlowe looked at me, anger growing, then looked away defiantly back at the TV.
Trying again, I spoke a little louder, “I fucked up.”
“You fucking think.” Marlowe kicked me with her feet.
There was little force behind the action, but she got her point across.
She wasn’t happy with me. “You’re scaring the shit out of me, Bunny.
I don’t like it.” She wore my black jacket half zipped, and so much skin was showing as she continued rustling around, kicking at me. I did my best to not get distracted.
“It’s a fucking black eye, relax. I’m okay.” I tried rubbing her legs to calm her down, but she just seemed to get angrier. Dexter rolled his eyes.
“Relax? Did you seriously just tell me to relax, Bunny?” Marlowe scoffed.
“You’re joking. I cannot believe you.” She pulled her legs out of my lap and leaned forward to stare me in the eye.
“I told you last night that I was fucking worried about you, and you blew me off. You sneak out in the middle of the night and come home like this? We just want to make sure you’re okay, Bunny.
We fucking care about you. Stop taking advantage of that. ”
Was I taking advantage of how much they cared about me? I wasn’t trying to. When I looked back at Marlowe, her eyes were narrowed at me. I reached over and rubbed soothing circles on her leg. “I’m sorry, okay. I feel bad. Really, I do.”
Dexter leaned forward behind her, resting his arms on his legs, dark hair falling in front of his face.
“You went to Nicki’s, didn’t you?” My gaze jumped back to Marlowe.
How did she know? “Don’t lie to us, Bunny.
Just be honest.” The look in her blue eyes was serious. I nodded my head. “Did you fuck her?”
My head shot up, and I looked quickly between her and Dexter. Dexter slowly shifted his gaze to me. Looking at me through the hair that had fallen. “No. No, absolutely not.”
“You two have history,” Dexter said. “This thing with the three of us, we haven’t really talked it out or whatever the fuck. So do whatever you want.” What the fuck was he saying? I did not want to be with Nicki at all. “But just know,” he continued. “For us, there’s only you.”
“Damn right.” The words came out before I could think.
But even the thought of either of them with anyone else made me physically ill.
Dexter never pursued anyone who approached him.
I never questioned why, but I was grateful for it.
Marlowe always said she worked too much to date, and she was an expert at dodging guys at Captain’s.
I never really had to be jealous before.
But now just the thought of it drove me crazy. And I didn’t want anyone but them.
“I only ever fucked Nicki for drugs. But I’m not doing that anymore.” I wasn’t going to lie to them. I planned to never deal with her again. I’d find my shit from somewhere else. “It’s been months, seriously months since I’ve seen her. She’s been asking around for me, but I’m dodging her.”
“But you went there last night?” Dexter looked at me more directly.
“Just for pills.” I didn’t want to admit to stealing them, so I told a little white lie.
“Bought them from some guy I knew that was out front. There was that guy TJ. He was here a few months ago in that green hoodie, remember?” Looking at them both, they were just staring, waiting for me to finish my story.
“Well, he has an issue with me because he’s in love with Nicki or something. He suckerpunched me. Then I came home.”
Marlowe released a breath. “What about your show? Were you fucked up?”
Abruptly, I stood from the couch. “Yes, Marlowe. Does it make you happy that I admit to taking a few too many before we played?” She shook her head.
“I’m pissed I could have messed it up for us because I’m a fucking idiot.
This is all I have.” Solace was one of the things that kept me going.
When I didn’t perform well, and it was my own fault, there was no one else to blame. It was all on me.
Marlowe moved to stand in front of me, wiping tears I didn’t know had started to fall. “Whoa, stop.” Marlowe’s tone was firm as she held my head in her hands. “Are you okay right now?”
“Yeah.” I nodded my head as I replied and backed away from her.
She walked back toward me and kissed me softly. Without hesitation, I lifted her under her thighs and wrapped her legs around my waist. We continued kissing as I walked her down the hallway toward my bedroom. Dexter followed, closing the door behind him.
I sat Marlowe down on the bed and stepped away.
Dexter quickly replaced me, wrapping Marlowe’s legs around his waist. The tattoo on his side rippled as he picked her up and shifted her back farther on the bed.
Removing my shirt, I crawled next to the two of them and watched them kiss.
“No more of this unless I’m around,” I said into Dexter’s ear.
My voice was still loud enough for Marlowe to hear. They released their kiss.
“That’s a little controlling,” Dexter said before kissing me. I tasted Marlowe’s chapstick on his lips when he kissed me.
Pulling away, I smiled. “I’m not kidding.” Dexter moved over to my gentle nudge and kiss on the cheek. I removed Marlowe’s boyshorts and unzipped my jacket and pushed it open. Dexter removed his boxers and pulled mine down from behind me, trailing wet kisses up my back as he returned to the bed.
Circling Marlowe’s clit she writhed beneath me, pushing her tits up and pinching her nipples.
Slowly I sank into Marlowe. She gasped as I began moving inside of her and threw her head back.
Dexter pulled his dick out and stroked it as he watched me fuck Marlowe.
Reaching out, Marlowe wrapped her hand around Dexter and guided him to her mouth.
I watched as she licked the vein on the side and spit on the tip before sucking him as deep as she could at the odd angle.
Dexter looked over at me. My hand reached out. The two fingers that had been torturing Mar’s clit were now in Dexter’s mouth. He sucked my fingers, running his tongue between them like he was tasting his favorite treat. When I pulled my fingers out, he whimpered at the loss.
My attention was back on Marlowe. When my wet fingers touched her clit, Marlowe moaned around Dex’s cock, causing him to tremble.
He was getting close. Leaning forward, I grabbed Dexter’s face and kissed him.
He came on Marlowe’s face when I bit down on his lip.
Sucking his lip to soothe it as I backed away.
Marlowe licked the cum on her lips, and my body tensed.
They were so fucking perfect. Marlowe’s walls clenched around me, and she moaned my name.
Dexter was behind me, kissing the spot between my neck and shoulder, massaging his hands across my chest. I threw my head back and came across Marlowe’s stomach. She never looked so perfect.