Page 84 of The Triangle

Alec is there to help me. Guiding me inside her. Pressing his chest up to her back, pushing her close to me.

We surround her now. And the minute I’m truly inside, Alec lifts up her other leg, allowing her to wrap herself around my middle and slide even deeper inside.

“Over there,” Alec says, pointing to the wall of glass that overlooks the lake outside. He grips my upper arm tight, leading me.

Another time I’d take offense to that. But not right now. Right now… I like it.

He’s desperate for her. For me. For us.

When we reach the window he turns me around, pressing me up against the glass. It’s cold against my bare back but there’s so much heat between us, I don’t feel the chill.

Alec looks me in the eye as he pumps his cock a few times. And then he smiles—a smile I don’t even think I recognize—as his hand dips between her legs, presses along the side of my shaft, and drags her wet desire over her asshole.

I smile back because he’s gonna take her ass this time.

We are gonna fill her up.

Christine sucks in a deep breath and I know he’s already there. Pushing on her, squishing her beautiful tits into my chest. I hold her in position, bracing my back against the window, hips thrust forward a little to give him better access.

She bucks her back, hisses out something mean, but then… then she grits her teeth and leans her head on my shoulder.

He’s inside her. Not all the way, but I can feel him. My balls tighten with the new sensation and when he gives one more small push… “Oh, fuck yeah,” I growl. “Fuck yeah.”

Alec is grinning. Almost laughing as we begin the double penetration dance. His hips go forward when mine go back. Mine thrust forward when he retreats.

And it’s perfect. A goddamned ballet of fucking.

Christine’s fingernails dig into my back. Dragging and scraping as we move back and forth. We take her from both ends. We fill her up completely.

I watch Alec’s face. Get off on his grunts. On his grimaces. And he stares past me. Outside at the choppy lake, and low-hanging mist, and the full moon that bathes his face in a ghostly glow.

It’s too good to last. Too perfect. Too beautiful.

Too much.

I feel our collective climax building as we writhe together. I feel the energy we create. I feel him, and her, and me. All three sides to make the triangle of us.

And then it happens. Christine goes stiff. Her back straight but arched at the same time. Like she’s reaching for Heaven as she gets ready for the release. Her fingernails biting into my flesh like teeth. Her pussy contracts around my dick. Alec moans from behind, and just as I shoot my come inside her, he pulls out and spills his come all over her ass.

This, I decide.

This is the shape of our love.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO - ALEC

Blue is the color of the heart.

That’s something I heard once. Believe my mother told me. It’s not true, mind you. After doing some research, I discovered that she was either wrong or simply lying. Which would be all right. I wouldn’t have cared. Everyone lies.

But no. Inside the body, the heart is a dark, dark red that resembles blue because it’s covered by tissue and isn’t as oxygenated as the blood in one’s arteries. Once ripped outside a body, however, the heart looks bright red.

That I can personally verify.

But I suppose the sentiment behind “blue is the color of the heart” is a nice one. It’s visually appealing and it sounds good.

This has popped into my thoughts in a sudden wave of memory as I walk along, staring up at the bracing blue sky above.

The sun is starting to set on the day. This day that I have waited for for so long. This day that I always believed would come.