Page 32 of Die For Me

I felt ridiculous telling them they needed to calm the fuck down because I was their shiny little prize.

“I need my hour. Right now,” Michael responded, taking my hand.

He started to lead me up the stairs as I looked back at Jack; he was obviously upset as he frowned up at us.

“One hour, Jack,” I called out to him before Michael took me into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind us.

Michael threw me down on the bed and hovered over me.

“Hana. This is fucking crazy. I can’t share you with Jack,” he spit out, his eyes clouded with rage as he held down both of my wrists.

My heart started to race. Would this not work after all? He was so against it…but we had to make it work. I got a taste of getting them both and now I needed it.

“Yes, you can. Youhavebeen,” I responded quickly.

“The logistics of this working in the long run just don’t make sense. Everyone would have to know we’re…” he trailed off, seemingly looking for the right words.

“All fucking?” I offered.

Michael suddenly smiled. “Yes, to put it eloquently, Hana. We’re all fucking.”

It was so nice to see him smile. I couldn’t help but smile too, and then my smile turned into a laugh.

“Fuck, Hana.” He let go of my wrists and sat on the bed. “I love seeing you laugh and smile like that.”

I sat up beside him. “And you will see that much more often if you decide to stay with us.”

I was giving him a choice to leave right then and there. I didn’t want to force him to be with me in this situation. I didn’t want to force anyone to do anything, not like they had with me. I didn’t count my threatening to kill myself “forcing” them to do anything; it was merely me getting myself out of a situation I couldn’t get out of otherwise. I was giving them choices. And it worked.

I could tell Michael’s mind was working as he surveyed my face.

“I don’t want to lose you again, Hana. That would kill me. Literally this time.” His voice was quiet and sullen, matching his face.

I nodded. “I don’t want to lose you either, baby. You have no idea how happy it makes me knowing you’re both here with me. Safe, right next to me.”

I stood and straddled his lap, draping my arms around his shoulders. I bit my lip as I tried to hide my smile. He wasn’t arguing with me anymore.

“Fuck, Hana,” he sighed, putting his hands to my hips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m fucking crazy for you, do you know that?”

He was getting hard underneath me.

Suddenly, a painful cramp shot through my abdomen.

I quickly stood and sat on the bed next to him. “Fuck. Michael. I think it’s happening.”

He knew what I meant.

For the rest of the day, the two of them tended to me like I was a queen. I mostly stayed in bed, watching Netflix or reading, cuddling both of them by request. By night time, I demanded they both stay in bed with me. I fell asleep with Jack spooning me and my head on Michael’s chest, a satisfied smile on my face.

Hana

I felt much better over the next few days; it was done and there was tremendous weight off my shoulders. I knew I would have a mixture of emotions, but it was an overall feeling of relief. Michael and Jack were supportive and loving and tended to whatever I asked for. I was surprised at how civil they were being with each other. I didn’t even hear them argue once—maybe they left it for when I wasn’t around.

I had to show them that I appreciated their efforts in a way I knew they would enjoy.

Jack had a music business meeting via Zoom in the guest room, and Michael and I sat on the couch in the living room, his hand on my thigh while we both read. It was only our first week together, in whatever our relationship was, and it somehow felt normal.

“Baby.” I turned my head to him as I put my hand atop his. Lowering my voice to sound sultry, I said, “I would really love to show my appreciation for you.”

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