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A throuple.
Not sure Colton would stand for it. And Marley. Sweet, pure as undriven snow Marley. I can't imagine her being okay with the idea of dating two guys simultaneously.
But then again, she seemed awfully liberated tonight.
Maybe she would go for it. Maybe she would like to be adored by both of us. And sharing her wouldn't mean we would have to push her into anything she's uncomfortable with as far as sex goes. Throuple implies threesomes, sure, but we could start more naturally.
Hell, this feels pretty natural as it is.
"Colton may kill us."
"Colton could join too." Tripp shrugs, taking me by surprise enough that I laugh, surprised by how casually he's speaking about this.
He's been playing hot and cold with me for months. I know I can't have been the only one feeling this tension. And the other day, when he kissed me on the Ferris wheel, he said he chosethat one so no one would see him kiss me. Now, all of a sudden, he wants to be out... not just as mine, but as a full-on throuple?
"Not sure he'd go for it."
"Maybe." Tripp shrugs. "Maybe not. But he seemed awful interested in your hand on my cock the other day."
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Iexpectedwe'dbedone with Whit's dog and pony show after Audrey was gone, but he texts us to gather and we do, albeit begrudgingly.
I don't like the thought of leaving Marley alone at all, especially after what happened at the funeral, but I want answers... like when's he going to let Marley in on the secret we all share? When is he going to let her know that she belongs to us, whether she wants to or not... that we're fated.
It's funny. Star-crossed lovers sounds so sweet, but the reality that we're all chasing her through multiple lifetimes is somehow more sad than sweet. We've chased her across time and the veil of life and death, and finally, we've got her in our grasp. It's hard not to just lead her to get in the truck and bring her here myself, so that we can get things moving. I'm tired of being away from her; I wouldn't leave her again if I didn't have to. I won't leave her again. As it is, the only reason I'm not with her is because she said that her and Hadley were going to have a girls' day and that she'd talk to us later. It was a group text she sent early thismorning. The minute we leave here, I'm going to go make her let us in.
I don't point out how our numbers are dwindling, but we haven't yet gotten rid of the interlopers. Nick, Carson, and Mark should be going their separate ways soon; they're off at the same college, doing God only knows what. Not studying, based off how long they've been back here. Whit hasn't broken it to them yet that they have no claim over Marley or her magic, that he's not about to give her up to them to take what they want. I'm ready to see the loose ends start to get tied up so we can move on with our lives. I've got a lot of lost time to make up for, and Marley needs to feel secure after what happened, which is something I'd much rather be doing right now... particularly as the minutes pass and Whit doesn't show.
"I'm missing head from Candy Jones for this." Carson grumbles. "Where the fuck is he?"
"It's probably for the best that you miss that." Mark chuckles. "Last time she gave me head, she was all teeth. I had to choke her to get it through her head that if she bit me one more time, I was going to lose my shit."
I grind my jaw together, still furious with him. I want to wrap my hands around his throat and choke him just the way he says he did to Candy, so that maybe he'll get it through his head that Marley Lavigne is off limits. He fucking touched her... made her come apart on his fingers, screaming his name, writhing and moaning forhim. I've never wanted her more than I have since I had to watch her give it up to Mark. I'm glad he didn't take things all the way with her, but he was inside her, and that's damning enough.
"I'm going to lose my shit if you don't shut the fuck up." I roll my eyes to Rev, who's watching me with a smirk on his face, almost like he wants to see me go after Mark. He's not typically violent, but I know he didn't like watching Marley with Markany more than I did. The only one who liked it less than either of us is Tripp, who refused to watch the footage. But I watched it. I watched it, and I memorized the curve of her lips, her little breaths, the way her mouth moves around a scream. I've committed her to memory for when I can make her fall apart, and I intend to do it over and over again, until there's nothing left of her but the parts that she'll give over to me willingly.
I don't quite know what the plan is, if we will be rotating custody of her. I suppose we will have to establish a schedule for visitation, deciding whose bed she sleeps in which night.
"Someone needs to get his dick wet." Nick laughs. "Sorry we killed your girlfriend, but there's plenty of pussy out there. You'll find another."
There's no point in telling him that I could care less that we had to kill Audrey. It was justified the moment she volunteered Marley's name as the final sacrifice, and I won't let myself regret doing anything that keeps Marley safe, no matter how cruel it may seem.
"You know that's not what's got him all strung up." Mark smirks, turning to face me. "He's just pissed that the sweet little lady he's been pining over is actually a raging whore who couldn't grind her clit against my palm fast enough."
"Well, you drugged her, so it wasn't exactly consensual." Tripp sets his jaw and crosses his arms, but it's clear that's all he's got to say about it.
"She drugged herself." Mark laughs. "Honestly, it's Audrey who's to blame for that. I don't think she'd have taken it if Audrey hadn't egged her on. God, I love a girl who caves under peer pressure."
"You're fucking disgusting." Rev rolls his eyes, standing and raking his hand through his hair as he paces the aisle of the church.
I catch Tripp's eye just long enough for him to catch the question in my gaze, but Tripp only shakes his head, like he doesn't know what's got Rev so pent up. I know he hates being here, in this church, particularly after the first time Whit got into his head. That messed him up more than any of us. I still don't remember what happened, but I know Whit did the same thing to me, that he took control of me like I was a puppet, and that I came back into the forefront of my consciousness with my pants around my ankles and my cock out like it was show and tell. Thankfully, Rev's seen my cock plenty of times in the locker room already, and Whit didn't seem too interested despite being the one who made me take it out. Maybe he just likes to watch. I'm not sure if I could blame him if that's it; I certainly liked watching my friends in the locker room at the theme park.
I don't know if I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. It was like being a witness to a private show, like I was there without having to take part in any of it, and it was fucking hot. I wish I'd seen more before we were interrupted.
"Something doesn't feel right." Rev says, turning his attention to Tripp. "I don't know how to explain it..."
