Page 73 of Hiding Secrets

“You both taste delicious together.” I give her slit another lick, savoring the taste of them.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake guys.” Marcus grumbles through the room.

I snap my gaze to the door where he stands, his feet stuck in place, brown eyes darting from Elliott, Hunter, and I’s bare bodies. Those umber hues flicker with a flame I’ve missed so much, but before I can fully enjoy it, it’s smothered by a long blink as he turns on his heels and storms off.

Fucking shit.

I look at Hunter, who offers his hand out for the towel, “I’ve got her.”

“I’ll be right back.” I give them each one more look, kissing both on the lips before I scramble into my pants and out of the room.

I knew I was the one who had to go after him. He wouldn't want to talk to any of us, but I knew I had to at least try to get himto calm down. Hunter had been his rock through this. Always there for him and Marcus let him take that role on. But Marcus and I have never gone this long with a fight, ever. I wanted to be a part of his world again. Someone he could come to, talk with, hang out with. I missed him so much it hurt at times.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" I yelled after Marcus, who was all but running down the hallway.

"Nothing." His word is clipped as he keeps his rapid pace.

"Nothing my ass, Flores."

"I said nothing. Now leave it." He waves his hand in the air, not turning to look at me once, "Now go back to fucking your new toy."

"My new toy?" I chuckle, "I think we both know she’s more than a toy." It was true, Elliott was far more than an itch Hunter and I were scratching. She waseverything. Hunter hasn't said anything, but I could see the way he looked at her. The way he talked to her. He felt the exact same way.

"We’ll see how long that lasts." Marcus spits out.

I could sense the thin line Marcus was trying to keep between him and us. But I knew he needed to demolish the boundaryhecreated. I never wanted us to be like this. I never wanted him to pull away. But he chose to build this massive wall around himself.

"Man the fuck up, Marcus!" I shoot at him, keeping my pace right on his tail. I grab his shoulder, forcing him to look at me but he swats me away. I let out a low laugh, "Typical Flores. Nevercan use his goddamn words. Can never say how hereallyfeels." He stops in his tracks, "Never knows what hefuckingwants." I could see his shoulders rising and falling with every deep breath he took.

I knew I was pushing him farther than he wanted to go, but I didn't give a fuck anymore. He was pouting and throwing tantrums every time he saw Elliott with Hunter or me. And he didn't hide his brattiness when he saw us all together. The fucking remarks he would give El were childish. Could she handle them, of course, she was a fucking strong ass woman. But she didn't deserve that shit, even if it was the only way Marcus would allow himself to be close to her. I knew he wanted her. He wantedus. All of us. But he was too fucking hard headed to let himself be happy. Because god forbid Marcus have a happy ending. So, if he wanted to act like a brat, I would treat him like one.

"It's alwayspoor Marcus," I straighten my posture, standing tall as I come around to his side, "Look at me. I’m so troubled and don't deserve happiness even though it’s right the fuck in front of me." He doesn’t look my way, so I force him to by grabbing his chin in a firm grip, "Always acting like a fucking brat." His nostrils flare, pupils dilating as he locks eyes with me now. "I never wanted it to be like this. You chose to push me away." I hiss between my teeth. My blood starts to burn in my veins as I let the sorrow of what we used to have flood through me all over again. "So don't be an asshole to me, or Hunter, or El because you can'tget the fuck over yourself." I pull his face closer but he yanks his head away, out of my grasp. He shifts away from me, ready to bolt, but before he can get in a step I shout, "Stop throwing your tantrum because everyone you love is fucking while you’re off having your little pity party."

He moves in a flash as the words fall off my lips, but not away from me. No, he slams me against the wall, his mouth breathing hard against mine. He gazes at my parted lips for what feels like forever. Until he finally whispers, "You have no idea what you are fucking talking about." His tone was so low I had to strain to hear it.

"What? Is the brat mad because he isn't the one that’s tasting my cock?" My words are loud and purposeful, "Seems like a personal choice to me." I add.

His brows furrow as he watches my lips form the words and he looks more and more conflicted as I talk. I bring my hips off the wall, meeting them with his. He closes his eyes at the touch, with a sorrowful look still on his face, one that would have cracked my heart open if I weren’t so mad at him. "You could have it…" I let the words play in his ear for a moment before adding, "…my cock, Hunter's, even El's pretty cunt." I roll my hips, teasing him more than he can handle.

He proves me right by pushing himself off the wall. The cedar and smoke smell leaves my senses as the distance grows between us. A few more steps back and I can see his black denim pants tented from his hardness.

I knew he wanted it.

"But of course…" I breathe out, running my hands through my honey locks, "You're too fucking scared."

I leave him there. Walking away, back to…back to I don't fucking know. All I knew was he didn't get to be the one that was mad. No, he wasn't the one allowed to be upset, when he was the one ruining everything. He wasn't the only one who was heartbroken all this time.

It was his turn to be the one to stand alone in the hallway, wondering what he did wrong. And if he couldn't realize it then he could go fuck himself.

49

Marcus

Elliott was glowing as she took bites of dinner from her plate. Kameron and Hunter were consumed by her, they sat on either side at the table. I wouldn’t be surprised if I looked under the table and both of their hands were on each of her legs.

They were falling hard, and I meanhard.

I could see why.

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