Page 5 of Asphyxia
“It’s true, bro, and deep down, you fucking know it. Don’t sit there and pretend that I’m wrong.”
Dean threw his arms up as he stormed away from the table with nothingleft to say.
I knew the truth would piss him off, but I would rather him be angry with me and hear the truth versus sitting here like a fucking pussy moping over a girl. All Dean truly needed now was to find himself a woman.
I stared off in the direction where Dean had disappeared into the crowded bar just as my phone went off. I pulled it from my jeans to see a new text from Madison.Speaking of…
Madison: Where are you?
Me: Austin’s with Dean. What’s up?
Madison: I need you. Midnight. Do you know where the spare key is?
Me: I got it. See you soon, Kitten.
Madison: Why do you keep calling me that?
Me: Because you’re more than just some random “babe” to me.
Madison: Right… Midnight.
I hesitated to send that last text, afraid I would seem too clingy and desperate for a woman I barely knew but who made me feel like I mattered—that she wanted me more than anyone else.
Madison was relentless when it came to sex.
I’ve had my share of fuck buddies over the years, but her? She was like the goddamn energizer bunny—a sex machine running twenty-four-fucking-seven, and I hated to admit it, but my dick was starting to feel sore from how much sex she needed.
I wanted Madison to be mine—so fucking badly. It killed me that she didn’t want to be exclusive—that someone had hurt her so badly that she felt the dire need to throw up walls harder than steel to protect herself.
Madison and I had started screwing around months ago—not too long after we met at The Landing, so Derek didn’t need to twist my arm when he asked us to cover for Atlas and the three women after the Ataraxia incident.
Fuck, I was more than happy to keep my mouth shut and dick wet with Madison—especially when it came to how she felt wrapped around me every other night—that perfectly tight pussy and mouth…
That being said, Madison was the type of woman who needed more. No one man could ever be enough to keep her satisfied.
Madison needed sex like a vampire needed blood to survive, and keeping up with the high demand of her needs would kill anysane man.
I hated the thought of her sleeping with someone else—sharing her. But then I started thinking, what if the other man was someone I could trust? Dean was single now and needed a distraction to keep him from ending up underneath Amber once again.
Was it fucked up for me to consider allowing the woman I wanted, to sleep with my best friend? To share her with him?Jesus Christ, Marcus, what the fuck…
“You’re deep in thought.” I had been so wrapped up in my own mind that I didn’t even notice Dean’s return to the table. “Want to shareyourproblems now? Seeing as you love ripping into me over fucking feelings tonight.”
“Problems? What problems?” I huffed, picking up my glass and sucking down the rest of my beer to avoid this conversation entirely.
“Whatever.” Dean sighed before drinking his and setting the glass back down. “Am I fucking crazy?” He asked while staring into his half-empty glass—void of emotion.
He didn’t need to tell me what he was referring to. I knew all too well that he contemplated running back to Amber, and honestly, I felt sorry for him.
I knew he was hurting, but he deserved so much more than that self-centered bitch, and I would make sure he got it.
After all our years together, Dean wasn’t just my best friend; he had become more like a brother to me, and we took care of each other—even if it meant bending the rules ever so slightly—like sharing the one thing we both needed.
Madison.
ThefirsttimeMadisontold me where the spare key to her townhouse was hidden, I immediately collected it and never returned it—greedy of me to do such a childish thing like keeping something that didn’t belong to me.
Still, I wanted her all to myself, and I wasn’t about to let anyone else have that ease of access to her while she was home—not like it mattered; the woman was a vicious killer—the beautyandthe beast. If anyone so much as thought of threatening Madison, she’d have their balls nailed to the wall faster than a cheetah charging after its next meal.
