Page 41 of Euphoria
Bambi joins me back on the floor, but this time, she straddles me. “Show me you love me, Bowie. Please… I want to know what it feels like to be loved.”
Bambi never needed to ask me twice to show her I loved her. I know she’s distracting me, but it’s Bambi, how can I ever deny her? I’d be a fool to say no to her. I rip her panties off and quickly free my dick. Not one for wasting time, I lift her up a bit and then I enter her while she lowers her body on mine. “I’ll always love you, Bambi. Always. No matter what.”
“Me too, Bow,” she moans. “Me too.”
“Be our wife, baby,” I say to her. “Say yes to us. We’ll love you so good and so hard, baby. Please?” I beg her.
“Oh God, yes!” She throws her head back and I have to chuckle covering her mouth, so she doesn’t get into trouble. “Yes.” Her muffled answer breathes life to my soul. “I’ll be your wife. I’ll belong to you both. You two are my world and I’ll never let you go.”
I can’t get her out of my mind. I wake up groaning at how hard my dick is. “Fuck.”
Both Bambi and Phoenix are still sleeping. I watch Bambi as she tosses and turns. She cuddles closer to Phoenix in her sleep. She wraps her leg over him and her arm as if trapping him to her. I snicker, loving that her actions are so present while she lets go of all that shit, she’s thinking of in her head. “Bowie...” She calls out to me. “Phoenix...Please…” She begs, and it wakes Phoenix. I can tell her begging him brings him somewhere he doesn’t want to be.
He reaches out, caressing the mark he left on her years ago. Outlining the X and the O goosebumps break out on her body but she doesn’t wake up. “Bams,” I call her name out.
While she’s still sleeping, she breaks out sobbing as she holds him tight against her body. “Please, don’t go, Phoenix. Don’t leave, Bowie. Don’t leave. Don’t leave.”
I blink, wondering if this was more of a nightmare than anything else. Phoenix caresses her hair and shushes her. “It’s okay, Bams. It’s okay, we won’t leave you. We promise. Never again.” Phoenix eyes me and I nod sharply, backing up his words.
“Don’t leave,” she sniffles. “Don’t leave…” Her cries die down as she falls back asleep.
Phoenix holds her this time instead of her holding him.
“We should’ve never let you go, Bambi. We’re so sorry, baby.” I say, even though she’s asleep. I look at Phoenix. “I’m coming home. Fuck the end of this tour, she needs both of us. I will not let her think I don’t fucking care about her. She’s everything to us.”
“Good. She deserves our undivided attention.”
“Glad we agree. Now, get some more rest and I’ll be there to take care of you.”
“Fuck off,” Phoenix says and hangs up.
I chuckle. He’s already getting better.
* * *
Bambi
When I woke up, Phoenix was nowhere to be found and Bowie hung up. My phone is practically dead. I stretch my body and realize that I slept like a damn baby. I slowly get out of Phoenix’s luxurious bed and sheets that were clearly made for the gods. I make my way out of the room and walk towards the elevator. I press the button and wait for it to open up. Once it does, I step in and I notice a note taped to my floor’s button. I remove the note, looking at it:
I know you’re going to leave before I come back,but that’s fine.
See you at the altar in three weeks. I’ll give you that time to wax, shave, do whatever it is you need to do. Don’t worry about wedding preparations. Your husbands have got it.
P.S. don’t overdo it with the shaving. We love pussy, not some childish shit.
Nix.
When the elevator beeps for my floor, I hold my head up high as I walk off. I notice that a lot of my furniture is gone, and I shut my eyes, rubbing my temple. I walk up to my phone I left on the kitchen Island and I check everything.
There’s two texts and I’m in group chat:
Wife & Husbands-Group chat
Husband-Moralis: If you change my name in your phone or the other shitbag’s name… I’ll turn your GPS on to track your ass instead of taking your word for everything.
Husband-Hanlon: Don’t ask us about your furniture either. It’s in storage because you’re moving in right after the wedding… Both of you, with me.
Husband-Moralis: What the fucker said. Oh yeah...Your bed frame is gone. We burned it and enjoyed watching it fucking burn to crisps. If you want to sleep, come upstairs. I’ll always let you sleep in my bed and cry in my arms.
