<div class="floatright">(https://lastfm-img2.akamaized.net/i/u/ar0/ebd15ddb490a42d5c2df5971a65fda25.jpg)</div>Lizzy was scrambling, shaking, crawling off the bed and downing the drink Marlon offered in the next motion. She apologized, and I pushed up from my position, kneeling on the bed now to try and reach out to him. Or her. Whichever I could grasp first as I opened my mouth to reply –<br/><br/>– She fled.<br/><br/>I turned my attention to Marlon who helped me off the bed and again, I trusted his lead. While the position we were in was unique, it wasn’t the first time another woman had entered the domain with him. It was different, but it was clear as I remained topless, took his arm and let him lead us on the chase for Lizzy, we were in it together.<br/><br/>It was also absolutely apparent I didn’t need to say anything. He was enamored and intrigued and wouldn’t shy away from the anger and rage the boiled over in the blonde woman. The need to heal and help began to boil up in me but before I could give in, Marlon’s hands practiced their dark magic on me again. Stirring life into the embers of lust and making my gaze burn into his as he whispered the naughty wishes in my ear.<br/><br/>I nodded as we entered and let that laser-focused calm and assuredness he had carry me through the next motions. I sometimes swore the man thought he was bulletproof.<br/><br/>But his words were the melody to our song as we slid around Lizzy, touching, trying to swirl the connection we already shared around her. Let it soothe and conquer, envelope and heal. My fingers danced lightly over her skin, sometimes on their own, brushing her hair back, sometimes guided by his, pushing down into the shorts that closely matched the only stitch of clothing I still had on.<br/><br/>Her chest expanded and contracted with a few cleansing breaths and it made me smile. Marlon’s harmony with danger was sometimes like a drug that worked into someone’s system and never let go. You knew he’d seen the edge, jumped, survived, and then thrived on it. He’d never let me close enough to that side of his life yet to know for sure, but I wasn’t oblivious to it either. Lizzy had that same type of brutality in her aura. I shifted to flicking open the buttons on her jeans and let them drop silently.<br/><br/>The change was gradual, but organic as Lizzy’s eyes came back into focus and she found my gaze. I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her warmly and peppering small kisses on her shoulder as we let our body heat sink into one another. I shake my head at her apology, kissing her cheek softly in return before giving her over to Marlon, who receives the same warm touch.<br/><br/>“Come on,” I reply, taking my turn to sit in the driver’s seat. “We need a better venue for feeling good and I know just the place.”<br/><br/>My left hand slid into Lizzy’s, lacing my fingers through hers and leading her from the gym, swiping the bottle on the way out and trusting that Marlon would follow my lead now without a backward glance. I led out procession through the bottom level of the mansion and up a small flight of stairs wordlessly, my bare feet silent as they stepped and my hips swaying invitingly in the shorts I still somehow wore.<br/><br/>One more corner was rounded before we came to the door of the master bedroom suite and I used my hip to bump it the rest of the way open with a grin back over my shoulder at my companions. The bed was set against the far wall, between walls of windows, and large enough to fit five people on it comfortably with its plush pillows and white coverings. I ignored it completely, however, and kept moving towards the far doorway, which opened up into the master bathroom suite. Teal tiles accented with silver, white, and glass surrounded us and I found a spot on the counter for the heavenly bottle of booze.<br/><br/>“How about we start feeling good with a warm shower? Marlon will never admit to this, but his fingers are magic when washing hair,” I told her with a grin.<br/>