Page 60 of Asphyxia
How fucking tragic would that have been…
Marcus opened my eyes while Dean—
“Madison.” Chyler groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose as Alexis giggled softly to herself.
“I’m—I’m sorry.”Fuck, I really needed to sort my shit out.“You’re right… you’re both right. I’m a hot mess, and I don’t even know where the fuck to begin.”
“How about we start with the obvious?” Alexis arched her brow mischievously. “Marcus and Dean?”
Chyler leaned forward, resting her forearms on her thighs and biting her lower lip in anticipation—dying to hear what I had to say about the two men that I had been fucking around with for months—Marcus, almost a year.
I only ever gave them vague details about our relationship, nothing more, especially not the fact that I had been developing genuine feelings for both of them now.
That I had whole-heartedly fallen for Marcus and Dean.
Theboyshadbeengone all day—working, of course—so naturally, when I got back early from my brunch date with Alexis and Chyler, I made myself comfortable in Marcus’s bed, his sheets enveloping me in his stimulating scent.
“Have you left this room at all today?” He chuckled, attracting my full attention like a bee to honey.
Marcus was leaning lazily against the doorframe, his shoulder pressed against the wood, his hands in his pockets, and the sleeves of his white button-up rolled halfway up his arms.
My eyes slowly raked up and down his body, thighs pressing together under the duvet the longer I stared, and when my eyes met his baby blues—I stopped breathing altogether.
Fuck he was always so goddamn hot.
“Yes, but when I got home, I just wanted to relax, and your bed was overly inviting.”
“Home?” Marcus arched his brow with a smirk.Oh shit…
“What time is it? I thought you and Dean had to work late.” I rushed out, trying to change the subject of my verbal slip-up.
I glanced out the window to see if I could gauge the time based on the sun, which was still in the process of setting.
“Plans changed. Dean is grabbing us some dinner and should be home in about half an hour.” Marcus rakishly grinned before pushing himself off the doorframe and prowling across the room toward me.
When he reached the edge of the bed, he bent forward, pressing his fists into the mattress, the muscles in his arms flexing with the movement and making me weak.
Breaking eye contact with him, I nervously cleared my throat and ran a hand through my disheveled hair.
Chyler, Alexis, and I had an intense discussion about love and relationships. Both of them gushed over Atlas and Derek like lovesick teenagers.
It made me realize that no matter how long I tried to avoid or delay the truth, it was still there, staring me right in the face like a beacon of blinding light.
“Marcus.” I sucked in a breath as my eyes reconnected with his, and I leaned forward, gripping the front of his shirt in my fist and dragging him into bed with me. Marcus chuckled as he collapsed onto the mattress, his nose just barely touching mine.
“What is it, kitten?” His eyes dropped to my lips as I licked them and swallowed in anticipation of what I was about to confess.
I hesitated with my words. They were sitting right on the tip of my tongue, yet I felt frozen, unable to speak.
Come the fuck on, Mads. Jesus Christ. Tell him already!
“Marcus, I—”
He pushed himself forward, capturing my mouth with his before I could finish another word. His tongue twisted and tangled with mine as I groaned at his taste, leaning back and pulling him over me.
Marcus released my lips, and I found myself breathless and panting with intense desire as he stared down at me, my chest rising and falling with every deep inhale.
Fuck it.
