Page 72 of The Triangle

“Not until you answer.”

“Answer what? Your stupid jokes?”

“It ain’t a joke, man. Just… tell me what I need to do to convince you I’m real. Yeah? Can you do that? Give me a hint, maybe? So we can come to terms and get back to fucking? Because that was preferable.”

“I don’t even know what you’re trying to say.”

“Oh, my fucking God!” Christine screams. “He’s trying to tell you he fucking loves you!”

I actually laugh.

“That’s funny, izit?” Alec asks.

“Yes.” I’m still laughing.

But then I stop laughing. Because… he’s kissing me.

For a second I don’t know what to do. Punch him in the face because this fight isn’t over? Or just…

Give in.

I give in.

Because Christine is kneeling behind me. My head between her open legs. Scent of her pussy infiltrating my nose. Everything forgotten as both her hands cover Alec’s, which are still gripping my hair as his tongue pushes its way past my lips and slips inside my mouth.

Christine’s long hair brushes against the side of my cheeks as her lips flutter against the corner of my mouth, wanting to complete our triangle.

I lean into her. Ready for more of that. But Alec isn’t about to let me forget he’s here too. His cock is practically stabbing me now. So hard. So ready.

Christine’s hands slide down my face and reach over my chest, fingers splayed open like her legs. Her tits dangle like ripe fruit over my mouth and I reach for them, twisting and kneading them until she begins to moan.

Alec lets got of my hair, lifts himself off me until he’s sitting on my thighs. I don’t miss his kiss. I still have Christine and she’s the only one I want.

Until… until Alec’s fingers drag my zipper down and pull my own rock-hard cock out.

I grit my teeth and close my eyes.

“Fok that,” Alec says. “Open your fokken eyes this time. Coward.”

I do. Mostly because the venom in his voice doesn’t match what he’s doing with his hands. Which is slowly pumping my cock with a firm grip. “What?” I ask, my voice rough and throaty.

“No more sticking your head in the sand. No more pretending. No more bullshit. We. Were meant. To be together. The three of us. It’s perfect. Our love triangle. And I’m not going to let you lie your way through it again. You will make a decision. Now. Get up and walk out forever. Or stay and commit to us. To what you know is right.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - CHRISTINE

It’s one of those do-or-die moments. A defining moment.

And I refuse to leave it up to Danny. Because he’s always worrying about tomorrow. He’s never satisfied to just take the prize and run. Always has to overthink things. Always dwelling on the stupid consequences.

We don’t have time for consequences. We could die tomorrow and then who the fuck cares, right? We might not even make it to tomorrow.

I feel guilty for even thinking like this. Because I know that, truthfully, if Danny wasn’t Danny I’d probably be dead right now. I sure as fuck wouldn’t be in a love triangle with the unofficial forty-fourth richest man in the world and a car-chopping mastermind—

Wait. What?

The memory of what Danny really does for a living comes crashing back to me like a hammer to the head. It actually hurts. A pain shoots through my brain and then… then… it’s gone. The foggy haze that mimics the mist outside receding, the missing parts of my life—did I know there were still missing parts?—rush back in as the black-out pressure is released like a dam breaking.

“If I leave,” Danny says, bringing me back into the moment, “I’m taking her with me.”