Pucking Around

“You can’t hide away all your life, Rakas. You can’t stop the bad things from happening—to yourself, to your brother, to any of us. I know because I’ve lived the same as you, trying to keep my life small. Really all I did was build myself a cage. And then I trapped myself inside that cage and told myself the bars weren’t real.”

“You really think I could forget my Seattle Girl? Baby, you’re all I think about.”

“Three platonic fuck buddies and a hyperactive dog. What could possibly go wrong?”

“By choosing you, they chose your baggage too. That’s how grown-up relationships work, Rach. They don’t get the girl without the drama. If all three of them are sticking, and you want them to stick, you gotta let them stick, babe.”

“It’s yours. Take me. Fuck me, Mars. And don’t hold back. God—please—just stop holding back. Let me in out of the cold.”

“I want you so goddamn much. I need you, Seattle. Miss you. Need to fuck you. Now.”

“Ten months. Ride out your contract. I’ll play nice. But the second it’s over, you’re mine, Seattle. You’re not leaving me again.”

“Oh baby, just you wait. I’ve got the next ten months to slow burn the fuck out of this. Oh, shit. This is about to become my new favorite game.”

“Your girl likes to be shared, Cay. She likes to be fucked. Separately, together. She wants you both to devour her.”

“Because, if she leaves us, she didn’t love us enough to stay, respect us enough to let us make our own decisions, or want us enough to fight through this storm. My Hurricane is the fucking storm. When she remembers that fact, she’ll come down those stairs and stir us all up.”

“Good girl. You look so beautiful. So fuckable. You know if I was there, I’d be flicking those tits with my tongue, biting until I leave teeth marks, branding them. You’re fucking mine, Seattle.”

“How can I, when you’ve already got them all locked down in the Price Pussy Palace?”

“You want to know where this is going. You don’t care about whatever vague visions of the future we saw for ourselves with some faceless hot wife and bratty kids. You want to know whether we see you. Whether we see this…whatever this is.”

“I’m not giving up on us, Seattle. We’re inevitable.”

“You fucking heard me, Cay. Shut that door. Then get over here, and kiss me like I’m the last man you’ll ever kiss for the rest of your lucky fucking life.”

“I see you, mun leijona. They see you too. You would brave any danger for those you love. Climb any mountain, leap from any clifftop. A love like yours is wild and dangerous. You need men who will not seek to harness you or break your spirit. You need men who will protect you. Who will provide a safe space for you to love as freely as your heart will allow. We are those men.”

“Don’t think we didn’t see you flitting around in our jerseys tonight, spinning us up with your flirty smiles. You’re fucking next, Seattle!

“Don’t you fucking dare. You’re staying right here, Hurricane. We want both our boys to see you just like this.”