Chapter 2

The door slammed shut behind James with a force that rattled the pictures on the wall. I stood there, my hands trembling, my heart pounding in my chest. The argument still rang in my ears, his pleas, his demands, his inability to accept that it was over. I let out a shaky breath, my body still tense from the confrontation.

Mark’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Susan.”

I turned to see him standing a few feet away, his green eyes searching mine. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup my face. “You okay?”

I nodded, leaning into his touch. “Yeah. Just… tired of it all.”

Mark’s thumb brushed over my cheekbone. “He’s not coming back. You made that clear.”

I exhaled, the weight of the last few weeks pressing down on me. “I hope so.”

Mark’s hand slid down to mine, his fingers intertwining with mine. “Come on. Sit down with me. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

I let him lead me to the kitchen table, the wood smooth under my palms as I sat. Mark pulled out the chair beside me, turning it so he could face me directly. His knee brushed against mine, a small comfort.

“James isn’t going to give up easily,” he started, his voice low. “He’s going to keep showing up, keep pushing. And I don’t want that for you.”

I bit my lip. “I don’t either.”

Mark’s fingers tightened around mine. “So I’ve been thinking. We need a way to make it clear to everyone—*including* James—that you’re not available. That you’ve moved on.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And how do we do that?”

He took a deep breath. “Nancy.”

The name hung in the air between us. I blinked, my mind racing. “Nancy?”

Mark nodded. “We tell people she’s my girlfriend. That you’re living with us as… I don’t know, a roommate, or a friend. But the point is, it makes it look like you’re not with me. And it gives James no reason to think there’s a chance.”

I stared at him, the idea settling in my mind. It wasn’t a bad one. Nancy was already part of our lives, part of *us.* But the thought of her being his *girlfriend*—even if it was just for show—sent a pang through my chest.

Mark must have seen the hesitation in my eyes. “Susan, nothing changes between us. Not really. Behind closed doors, it’s still you and me and Nancy. But out there?” He gestured toward the door. “It’s protection. For all of us.”

I swallowed, the jealousy coiling in my stomach. “And what about *you*? You’d be okay with people thinking Nancy’s your girlfriend?”

Mark’s hand slid up to my neck, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse. “I don’t give a fuck what people think, Susan. You know that. The only thing that matters is what’s real. And what’s real is *this.*” His grip tightened, just enough to make my breath hitch. “You’re mine. Nancy’s ours. And James? He’s *nothing.*”

I let out a slow breath, the tension in my chest easing. He was right. It was a smart plan. And if it kept James out of my life for good, then it was worth it.

Before I could respond, the front door opened, and Nancy stepped in, her arms laden with shopping bags. She kicked the door shut behind her, her red hair slightly tousled from the breeze. “Hey, you two. What’s with the serious faces?”

Mark stood, pulling me up with him. “We were just talking about something. Sit down, Nancy. We need to discuss it with you.”

Nancy raised an eyebrow but set the bags on the counter and joined us at the table. She looked between us, her gaze sharp. “Okay, you’ve got my attention.”

Mark took the lead, explaining the situation with James, the need for a cover, and the idea of presenting Nancy as his girlfriend to the outside world. Nancy listened, her expression thoughtful. When he finished, she leaned back in her chair, a slow smile spreading across her face.

“I *love* it.”

I blinked. “You do?”

She nodded. “It’s perfect. James won’t have a leg to stand on, and we get to keep our little arrangement without the whole world in our business.” She tilted her head, her smile turning sly. “And who knows? Maybe we could even take it a step further.”

Mark frowned. “What do you mean?”

Nancy’s grin widened. “Marriage.”

The word hung in the air like a bomb. My stomach twisted. “Marriage?”

Nancy shrugged, her fingers tracing the edge of the table. “Think about it. If I’m *officially* Mark’s girlfriend—or fiancée, or wife—then there’s no question. No room for James to weasel his way back in. And legally, it would… complicate things for him if he tried to make trouble.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it. Marriage? That was… a lot. Mark looked just as stunned as I felt.

“Nancy, that’s—” he started.

She held up a hand. “I’m not saying we do it *tomorrow.* But it’s an option. Something to think about.” She turned to me, her eyes softening. “Susan, I know this might be a lot to take in. But you have to know, I’m in this just as much as you are. I love you. I love Mark. And if this is what it takes to keep us all together, safe, then I’m all in.”

I looked at Mark, searching his face. He was watching me carefully, waiting for my reaction. The idea of marriage was overwhelming, but the thought of losing this—losing *them*—was worse.

“Let’s… table that for now,” I said slowly. “The girlfriend thing, we can do. But marriage? That’s a bigger conversation.”

Nancy nodded, not pushing it. “Fair enough.”

Mark let out a breath, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Good. Then it’s settled.” He stood, pulling me up again, then reached for Nancy’s hand. “But right now, I think we could all use a little… stress relief.”

Nancy’s smile turned wicked. “Oh, I *agree.*”

Mark led us both to the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind us. The space was warm, familiar, the scent of sex and sweat still lingering from the last time we’d been in here together. Mark turned to us, his eyes darkening with hunger.

“Strip.”

The command sent a shiver down my spine. Nancy didn’t hesitate. She pulled her shirt over her head, her small, perky breasts bouncing free, her nipples already hard. Her jeans followed, then her panties, until she was completely bare, her red hair cascading down her back. She bit her lip, her gaze locked on Mark as she reached for the hem of his shirt.

Mark caught her wrist, stopping her. “Not yet.” His eyes flicked to me. “Susan first.”

My pulse spiked. I unbuttoned my blouse, my fingers trembling slightly as I let it slide off my shoulders. Mark’s breath hitched as my bra followed, my 36C breasts spilling free. His cock was already hardening in his jeans, the outline impossible to miss.

“Fuck, Susan,” he muttered, his voice rough. “You’re *beautiful.*”

Nancy stepped behind me, her hands sliding around my waist, her fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans. She pushed them down, her lips pressing a hot kiss to my shoulder. “Mmm. *So* beautiful.”

My jeans pooled at my feet, and I stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Nancy’s hands slid up my thighs, her touch light, teasing. “No panties? *Naughty.*”

I moaned as her fingers found my pussy, already wet, already aching. “I was hoping for this.”

Mark groaned, his hands going to his own belt. “Fuck, you two are *killing* me.”

Nancy chuckled, her fingers circling my clit. “That’s the idea.”

Mark dropped his jeans, his cock springing free—average-sized, but thick, already flushed dark with need. He stroked himself once, his eyes locked on us. “Bed. Now.”

Nancy didn’t stop touching me as we moved, her fingers working me as I climbed onto the mattress. Mark followed, crawling between my legs, his hands pushing my thighs apart. “God, look at you,” he murmured, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “So wet already.”

Nancy settled beside me, her hand still between my legs, her other reaching for Mark’s cock. She gave him a slow stroke, her thumb swiping over the tip. “Mmm. Someone’s *ready.*”

Mark groaned, his hips jerking into her touch. Then his mouth was on me, his tongue dragging through my folds, and I gasped, my back arching. Nancy leaned in, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue tangling with mine as Mark’s tongue worked my clit.

“Fuck,” I breathed against Nancy’s lips. “Oh *god,* Mark—”

He didn’t let up, his tongue swirling, his fingers joining in, thrusting inside me. Nancy’s hand left my pussy, trailing up my body to squeeze my breast, her thumb rolling over my nipple. “You like that, baby? You like us *worshipping* you?”

I couldn’t answer. My body was on fire, every nerve alight. Mark’s fingers curled inside me, finding that spot, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his mouth.

“That’s it,” Nancy murmured, her lips trailing down my neck, her teeth grazing my collarbone. “Let go for us.”

And I did. The orgasm crashed over me, white-hot and consuming. I came with a cry, my body trembling, my pussy clenching around Mark’s fingers. He didn’t stop. He lapped at me through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor. Then he crawled up my body, his cock pressing against my entrance.

“You ready for me, Susan?”

I nodded, my voice lost to the pleasure still rippling through me. He pushed inside, filling me, and I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders.

Nancy didn’t waste a second. She pressed against my side, her hand sliding down to where Mark and I were joined, her fingers finding my clit again. “Fuck her good, Mark,” she purred. “I want to watch her come *again.*”

Mark groaned, his hips snapping forward. “God, *Nancy.*”

She grinned, her own fingers joining his, rubbing circles over my clit as Mark fucked me. “You love this, don’t you? Fucking her while I touch her?”

“Fuck *yes,*” Mark growled, his pace picking up.

I was already climbing again, the dual sensations too much, too *good.* Nancy’s lips found mine, her kiss hungry, her tongue demanding. Mark’s cock pistoned in and out of me, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust.

“Oh *fuck,*” I gasped, tearing my mouth from Nancy’s. “I’m gonna—”

“Come for us, Susan,” Mark commanded, his voice rough. “Come on my *dick.*”

And I did. My back arched, my pussy clamping down around him as the second orgasm tore through me. Mark groaned, his own release building. Then, with a curse, he pulled out, his cock glistening with my arousal.

Nancy didn’t hesitate. She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs. “My turn.”

Mark didn’t need to be told twice. He was on her in a second, his cock sinking into her tight, wet heat. Nancy cried out, her nails raking down his back. “Fuck, *yes!*”

I watched, my own body still thrumming, as Mark fucked Nancy with the same intensity. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her red hair fanned out across the pillow. Mark’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto him harder, deeper.

“Oh *god,*” Nancy moaned. “Just like that, Mark. *Fuck,* just like that—”

Mark’s jaw clenched, his body tensing. Then, with a groan, he came, his cock pulsing inside her. Nancy cried out, her own orgasm following, her pussy milking him for every last drop.

He collapsed beside her, breathing hard. But he wasn’t done. Not yet.

He turned to me, his eyes dark with need. “Again.”

I was already wet, already *aching* for him. He pulled me on top of him, his cock still hard, still ready. I sank down onto him, my body stretching around his length. Nancy scooted closer, her hand sliding between us to rub my clit as I rode him.

“Fuck, Susan,” Mark groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “You feel *amazing.*”

I couldn’t speak. I could only *move,* my body taking over, riding him with everything I had. Nancy’s fingers worked me, her other hand squeezing my breast, her mouth latching onto my nipple. “That’s it,” she murmured against my skin. “Fuck him, baby. *Make him yours.*”

Mark’s hands tightened on my hips, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. “I’m gonna come, Susan. *Fuck*—”

I leaned down, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss as his cock twitched inside me, his release filling me, spilling out of me as I kept riding him. Nancy’s fingers didn’t stop, and I came *again,* my body clenching around him, drawing out his orgasm until we were both spent, both trembling.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat, our breath coming in ragged gasps. Mark’s cock slipped free, his cum dripping out of me, mixing with Nancy’s arousal where she’d been fucked before me.

Nancy let out a satisfied sigh, stretching like a cat. “God, I *love* when we do this.”

Mark chuckled, his arm draped over my waist. “Me too.”

I lay there, my body humming, my mind blissfully empty. But then Mark shifted, his hand sliding down my thigh, his fingers teasing my pussy again.

“Round two?” he murmured, his voice husky.

Nancy grinned, wicked and beautiful. “But I *want* you, Mark. And I *want* Susan. And I want you to *fuck* us both *harder.*”

Mark let out a low growl, his hand sliding over to squeeze Nancy’s breast. “You’re *insatiable.*”

“And you *love* it,” she shot back.

I laughed, but my body was already responding to his touch, my pussy clenching around nothing, *needing* more.

Mark’s cock was hardening again, pressing against my thigh. Nancy sat up, her eyes sparkling. “Come on, Susan. Let’s give Mark a show.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I rolled onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air, my pussy already dripping for him. Nancy positioned herself beside me, mirroring my pose, her round ass on full display.

Mark groaned, his hands sliding over both our asses, squeezing, teasing. “Fuck, you two are *perfect.*”

Nancy glanced back at him, her voice a purr. “Then *fuck* us, Mark. *Both* of us.”

Mark didn’t hesitate. He lined himself up with me first, his cock pressing against my entrance. I gasped as he pushed inside, filling me completely. He gripped my hips, his thrusts deep, hard, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

“Oh *fuck,*” I moaned, my head dropping forward. “Just like that, Mark. *Yes*—”

He pulled out, his cock glistening, and moved to Nancy. She let out a cry as he sank into her, her nails digging into the sheets. “God, *yes!* Fuck me, Mark. *Harder*—”

Mark obliged, his hips snapping forward, his balls slapping against Nancy’s ass. I watched, my own pussy aching, my fingers sliding down to tease my clit as I waited for my turn.

Mark’s gaze flicked to me, his eyes dark with lust. “You like watching, Susan?”

I bit my lip, nodding. “Yes. But I *need* you inside me.”

He groaned, pulling out of Nancy and lining himself up with me again. This time, he didn’t hold back. He fucked me *hard,* his cock pistoning in and out of me, his grip on my hips bruising.

“Fuck, Susan,” he growled. “You feel *so good.* You’re *mine.*”

I cried out, my body trembling, another orgasm building. “Yes, Mark. *Yours.*”

He switched back to Nancy, his cock sinking into her wet heat. She arched her back, her moans filling the room. “Oh *god,* Mark. *Don’t stop*—”

He didn’t. He fucked her with the same intensity, his hips slapping against her ass, his fingers digging into her skin. Then he was back inside me, his cock filling me, stretching me, *owning* me.

“Come for me, Susan,” he commanded, his voice rough. “I want to feel you *clench* around me.”

I couldn’t hold back. The orgasm crashed over me, my pussy tightening around his cock, milking him as he thrust into me. Mark groaned, his own release following, his cum filling me, spilling out of me as he kept fucking me through the aftershocks.

Nancy reached over, her fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles. “That’s it, Susan. *Take* him. *All* of him.”

Mark pulled out, his cock still hard, and moved to Nancy. He sank into her, his thrusts deep, desperate. She cried out, her body trembling as she came around him, her pussy clamping down on his cock.

Mark groaned, his own orgasm following, his cum filling her, mixing with her arousal. He collapsed beside us, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

We lay there, a tangle of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding. Mark’s arm draped over both of us, pulling us close.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice soft. “Both of you.”

Nancy nuzzled against him, her voice content. “We love you too, Mark.”

I let out a satisfied sigh, my body humming, my mind blissfully empty. For now, everything was perfect. And as I lay there, sandwiched between the two people I loved most in the world, I knew that no matter what happened next, we’d face it together.