Throuple In Paradise - Faleena Hopkins Page 0,37
complete to panty-dampening perfection, his rugged bad-boy style.
The tattoos absolutely scream I’m amazing in bed!
My other boyfriend, Troy, looks like a Viking trapped in a modern day world, somehow evolved to the point where he’s the one I talk about my feelings with, and you can see it in his kind eyes. Troy is tall and luscious in ripped, light blue jeans with a white t-shirt tugged across his gorgeous muscles, since I made him buy a size smaller than he should, for my own visual pleasure.
The man has thick, long black hair that flows freely and smells salty since the three of us fucked just an hour ago. Them on me, never on each other — it’s not their thing because they’re both straight and allllllll mine.
My lucky day?
My lucky year?
My lucky life?
I think so.
The weather is gorgeous this morning in Atlanta — per usual — so I’m in a rose-colored dress and flip flops, my dark hair I-just-got-fucked-well messy as it hangs to my shoulder blades.
Samantha’s wearing cute white shorts and a yellow halter that matches her swaying ponytail, brown eyes fixated on her big sis, a quarter-full red basket on an arm cut with a dancer’s definition.
Of course she’s the one carrying the basket. Lexi never would.
People call me a bitch, but Lexi Cocker is my equal in the tell-it-like-it-is and don’t-you-dare-mess-with-me-you-fuck department, so her white sundress that punctuates those bright green eyes and straightened red hair so beautifully, nearly makes me snort, the presentation so deceptively charming. Even innocent.
As if!
She’s chattering about something Sam’s clearly interested in.
Perceiving my sudden tension, Troy whispers, “Who’s this?”
Because he’s a dude, his whisper isn’t quiet.
The sisters look over at us.
Lexi’s chatter stops.
Thank God.
As if they are one person, they slow, both sets of eyes scanning our intriguing tableau. These men are strangers to the sisters — a feat in and of itself considering how much Lexi gets around.
Or so I imagine.
I raise my chin a little to ask, “Hi Sam. Miss your best bud, Logan? He’s been gone for a while, huh?”
Her sister protectively rears up. “You just had to go there, didn’t you, Marion!”
But Sam doesn’t take my bait. “Good to see you, Marion. I see your cast is gone.”
Troy instinctively reaches for me, his hand sliding until it rests on my tailbone.
He knows my history. How hurt I was when my chances were taken from me, how I was stuck in a damn hospital even though I’d won the part and was meant to be on stage. I had trained my whole life for a role like that only to be ‘resting’ on a damn couch in a cast for months and months while Broadway beckoned everyone but me.
Samantha blinks to his provocative hand and meets my eyes again. “That’s amazing you’re all healed. I’m so happy for you.”
Her and her niceness!
Always so perfect!
So I run my hand down Jack’s tricep while Troy holds my tail, smiling as I answer Sam. “My cast came off without a hitch, thanks to the support my boyfriends mutually give me every single day.”
The sisters go slack-jawed.
Lexi takes a breath, blinking furiously as her French manicure floats up to point our way. “Marion, am I to assume what I think I am?”
My eyes widen with innocence. “I don’t know, Lexi, what are you assuming?”
“That you are romantically entangled with both of these guys?! Like, together? At the same time?”
I frown, “Romantically entangled? Who says that?”
“Are you?!”
“Wait, Lexi, let me get this straight. You actually used romantically entangled in a real-life sentence?”
“I was being polite.”
My eyebrows furrow deeper. “Trying something new?”
Her green irises darken, making her admittedly even more beautiful. “I’m going to let that one go, because I have to know…These are both yours? You have two boyfriends?”
Jack lifts my fingers to his lips and kisses them as I purr, “Disappointed they’re taken? Because I assure you, they are very taken.”
Troy chuckles, and Samantha hastily explains to him, “It’s always been like this between my sister and Marion. They respect each other, they just…”
Lexi and I cut off her attempt to give us more credit with simultaneous snorts.
“Do you have to be so freaking nice all the time?”
Lexi snaps, “You could take lessons.”
“So could you!”
Troy rubs my back. “The only lessons Marion needs are from me and Jack.”
The sisters go speechless.
What a day!
I throw Troy a look that says I’m-so-going-to-blow-you-later. “Just tell me where you want me to push this cart, boys.”
Jack slides his fingers up, fisting my hair, and pulling me