Pucking Around

“And I don’t just mean that I get to fuck you and hold you and orbit you like a satellite. I mean that you’re all fucking mine. You’re my Seattle Girl. Wear my jersey, you better be ready to wear my ring and my name, because that’s where this is going for me. Don’t fucking tease me again unless you’re all the way there too.”

“For fifty points, I’m gonna rail you hard and fast. Your sweet pussy is gonna come all over my dick. And then we’re gonna walk back out to that boring party with me dripping down your thighs."

“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.”

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

“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.”

“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!

“Imagine your cock buried to the hilt inside my cunt, Mars. Then Caleb slides in with his pierced dick, edging you to the point of euphoria. That’s when my pussy will strangle you both, and we all come together in a shaking, sweating pile of arms and legs and dripping cum. That’s DVP.”

“But this isn’t just sex for me, Rachel. Hell, at this point, I’ll settle for just breathing your air. I’ll rub your feet on the couch after a long day. I’ll do your laundry. I’ll hold your purse while you shop for trail mix. That’s how crazy I am about you. I have to be me, and this is who I am. This is how I feel. Move in and be with me. With us. Whatever that looks like to you, we’ll figure it out. Just give me more than this nothing. I can’t bear another second of the nothing.”

“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.”

“I want all three of you. All at once. I want to be dripping with your cum. Make a mess of me. Claim me so there’s no more doubt where I belong.”

“You know I love you too, right? I’m theirs. They’ve claimed me and there’s no letting go. But you’re mine. I claim you, Ilmari. No letting go.”

“I want you, Mars. God—I have to have you. I’ve wanted you for so long. I’m aching for you…so wet for you…desperate for you.”

“I’m a double Cancer, which means I’m an emotional fucking wreck of a human who cares too deeply and tries too hard. Maybe they shouldn’t let double Cancers go to med school. But I did, and I’m here, and I stand by my choices. I would make them again.”

“I want you to kiss me like you’ll die if you don’t. Kiss me, and I’ll go back in there. Kiss me, and I’ll do the scans.”

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

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”