Page 78 of Her Wicked Knights
When Tripp joins me, I'm so excited that I decide to trap him out here, putting him in a headlock that keeps him tethered by my side as I encourage him to let go. It's easier for me to do than him, I know. Tripp is the king of never letting go, holding onto everything and letting it wear on him.. But tonight, I'm not letting him go another moment carrying everything we've been shouldering the past year and a half that we've known about all this nonsense with the magic and sacrifices.
He doesn't fight me off, laughing instead when I rake my fingers through his hair, sending droplets flying through the air as he relents, letting out a small, tentative whoop at my insistence.
"Weak!" I taunt. "You can do better than that! Fucking let go!"
Tripp laughs, yelling louder this time. But it's not enough... not nearly all that he's been holding.
"Fucking howl at the moon!" I scream. "LET GO!"
That seems to spur him to it. He grins, shaking his head, before he throws it back, planting his hands on his thighs, anddoes it. He screams at the fucking moon, at the sea, at the universe. He screams for his sorrows and his joys, and when she joins us, Marley does the same thing.
And once we've screamed ourselves hoarse, we dance, skip through the water, spin round in circles with our hands laced. Together, we stop striving to make it through and we just exist, like the clouds in the sky or the moon cutting through the night. It's cold out, and dropping by the moment, but I'm reluctant to let go of the moment, this unsplintered, perfect piece of heaven.
We don't let it go, none of us, until Marley is shivering, her soaked dress clinging to her skin and mascara dripping in rivulets down her face. Her hair is plastered to her skin, but she looks so fucking gorgeous like this... unburdened. Happy. The way she's supposed to be. The way she used to be. The way we will make her feel again.
Tripp's eyes dart to his car, and I can tell he's already rethinking whether the moment of unsplintered peace was worth the drive home on wet leather.
Marley answers that for both of us when she strips down to her bra and panties, a matching set, and rushes toward the back seat of the car, letting herself in before slamming the door shut to try and shut out the rain and cold.
Tripp and I shed our clothes just as quickly.
"Sit with her." Tripp says as we throw our clothes in the trunk. "Keep her warm!"
He doesn't have to ask twice. I slip into the back seat with her, grinning and assessing whether she's put off by my advance. But she looks grateful for the warmth as I pull her against me, pressing her to my chest.
I catch Tripp’s gaze on mine in the rearview and wonder whether he regrets giving me this idea when she sighs in relief after a few moments, adjusting herself so that she rests more fully on me. I'm pretty sure she can feel my hard cock, desperatefor her attention just inches away from her flesh, but she's kind enough not to point it out, and I sure as shit am not going to say anything.
I notice Tripp's gaze on us a couple of times as he drives, periodically glancing back, like he's thinking of something that he isn't saying. And once Marley’s eyes start to get heavy, I decide I've had enough waiting for him to say whatever's on his mind.
"What?" I ask finally, once I'm sure she's asleep.
I'm surprised it took as long as it did, considering how exhausted she must be. My own eyelids are heavy, and sleep sounds so fucking seductive, but she's half-naked with her skin on mine; there's not a fucking chance in hell I'm going to fall asleep and let go of this moment. It’s too perfect.
"Nothing." Tripp shrugs, but the quirk of his lips assures me that's a damn lie.
"Spill it, Archer." I demand. "What's going on in that pretty head?"
I would swear he blushes just the slightest bit at that, his cheeks reddening in the night. I only notice because the taillights of the car in the lane next to ours illuminate him for just a second.
"I was just wondering..." he says cooly. "How you feel about sharing her?"
"I thought it was obvious." I laugh, my fingers pressing against Marley's skull gently to keep her from slipping as my chest caves with the sound. "I'll do anything. Part of her, all of her. it doesn't matter, as long as I have her."
Tripp swallows, his focus trained on the road. It's quiet a minute before he sighs. "I... I meant about me. How do you feel about sharing her with me?"
I blink, not entirely sure what he means by that. I feel like I just answered that question.
"I mean, sharing. Not split custody. Not like, she spends the night with you one night and me the next. I want all of her, but..." He sighs, laughs, and then rubs the back of his neck, his eyes catching mine in the rearview mirror for half of a second before he looks away, focusing on the road again. "But I want all of you, too. Like... the three of us."
I blink again, unable to think of words to say in response to a confession like that.
I want all of you.
The three of us.
"What are you getting at Tripp? You want to be a throuple or something?"
Tripp shrugs, biting his bottom lip and pulling it between his teeth. "Yeah."
