Euphoria (Arrangement Series Book 4)

by King Ellie

  “Yes,” Bambi smiles and answers breathlessly.

  “Good.” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth as I thrust in her harder, faster, rougher and cum hard in the condom. I would never jeopardize her future like that with a teen pregnancy. I’ll jeopardize it in other ways, like making her fall in love with us.

  Now, we’re relaxing, not caring that the bell rang minutes ago or that someone might look for us.

  “Hmm, if I could go anywhere, I’d go wherever you and Phoenix go and if I could do anything, I’d sleep in your pussy forever.”

  Bambi snorts. “Bow, seriously.”

  “I am serious. I want to die fucking you. That’s the only way to go,” I confess.

  Bambi shakes her head as she stands and starts adjusting her uniform. I reach out, grabbing her leg and running my hand up and down.

  “Bowie... we have to go back to class.” She says trying to avoid my eyes as she fluffs her hair.

  I bite my lower lip hard. “Mmm.” I grunt, but I continue caressing her leg. “I just want to spend more time with you. I miss you when you’re gone, ya know? And I don’t get to hang out with you on weekends because of my… parents.”

  Bambi pokes her bottom lip out, frowning. “I miss you too, like a lot.”

  “Yeah?”

  Bambi nods. “Mm-hmm. I want to fall asleep in your arms every night, but I know I can’t.”

  “Is that what you want?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. “It’s what I need.”

  “Bam-Bam?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you love me?” I ask.

  Bambi’s eyes widen, and she stops fluffing her hair. She stares at me, just taking me in, and then she nods. “Yeah, I do, and I know you might not feel that ye—.”

  “I love you, Bambi. With everything that I have, and I’ll never stop, just in case you’re wondering.” I say, followed by a smirk. “You’re going to be my wife someday, ya know that?”

  “Really? You think you’d want to marry me? Even with all the scars, the hurt and the shame? Both of you would want to marry me?” She asks.

  “What shame, baby? And hell yeah, I know Nix would marry you in a heartbeat.” Bambi shuts her eyes and opens them back up, getting rid of whatever she was about to say.

  “Where’s Nixy?” She asks.

  “He said he’ll meet us after school, he’s got some...things to do with his guardian? Father?” I say, not too sure what to really call it.

  Bambi snorts. “Father. That word is foreign to you, I know, and I’m sorry for that.” “Come to me.” I tell her.

  Bambi joins me back on the floor, but this time, she straddles me. “Show me you love me, Bowie. Please… I want to know what it feels like to be loved.”

  Bambi never needed to ask me twice to show her I loved her. I know she’s distracting me, but it’s Bambi, how can I ever deny her? I’d be a fool to say no to her. I rip her panties off and quickly free my dick. Not one for wasting time, I lift her up a bit and then I enter her while she lowers her body on mine. “I’ll always love you, Bambi. Always. No matter what.”

  “Me too, Bow,” she moans. “Me too.”

  “Be our wife, baby,” I say to her. “Say yes to us. We’ll love you so good and so hard, baby. Please?” I beg her.

  “Oh God, yes!” She throws her head back and I have to chuckle covering her mouth, so she doesn’t get into trouble. “Yes.” Her muffled answer breathes life to my soul. “I’ll be your wife. I’ll belong to you both. You two are my world and I’ll never let you go.”

  I can’t get her out of my mind. I wake up groaning at how hard my dick is. “Fuck.”

  Both Bambi and Phoenix are still sleeping. I watch Bambi as she tosses and turns. She cuddles closer to Phoenix in her sleep. She wraps her leg over him and her arm as if trapping him to her. I snicker, loving that her actions are so present while she lets go of all that shit, she’s thinking of in her head. “Bowie...” She calls out to me. “Phoenix...Please…” She begs, and it wakes Phoenix. I can tell her begging him brings him somewhere he doesn’t want to be.

  He reaches out, caressing the mark he left on her years ago. Outlining the X and the O goosebumps break out on her body but she doesn’t wake up. “Bams,” I call her name out.

  While she’s still sleeping, she breaks out sobbing as she holds him tight against her body. “Please, don’t go, Phoenix. Don’t leave, Bowie. Don’t leave. Don’t leave.”

  I blink, wondering if this was more of a nightmare than anything else. Phoenix caresses her hair and shushes her. “It’s okay, Bams. It’s okay, we won’t leave you. We promise. Never again.” Phoenix eyes me and I nod sharply, backing up his words.

  “Don’t leave,” she sniffles. “Don’t leave…” Her cries die down as she falls back asleep.

  Phoenix holds her this time instead of her holding him.

  “We should’ve never let you go, Bambi. We’re so sorry, baby.” I say, even though she’s asleep. I look at Phoenix. “I’m coming home. Fuck the end of this tour, she needs both of us. I will not let her think I don’t fucking care about her. She’s everything to us.”

  “Good. She deserves our undivided attention.”

  “Glad we agree. Now, get some more rest and I’ll be there to take care of you.”

  “Fuck off,” Phoenix says and hangs up.

  I chuckle. He’s already getting better.

  Bambi

  When I woke up, Phoenix was nowhere to be found and Bowie hung up. My phone is practically dead. I stretch my body and realize that I slept like a damn baby. I slowly get out of Phoenix’s luxurious bed and sheets that were clearly made for the gods. I make my way out of the room and walk towards the elevator. I press the button and wait for it to open up. Once it does, I step in and I notice a note taped to my floor’s button. I remove the note, looking at it:

  I know you’re going to leave before I come back,but that’s fine.

  See you at the altar in three weeks. I’ll give you that time to wax, shave, do whatever it is you need to do. Don’t worry about wedding preparations. Your husbands have got it.

  P.S. don’t overdo it with the shaving. We love pussy, not some childish shit.

  Nix.

  When the elevator beeps for my floor, I hold my head up high as I walk off. I notice that a lot of my furniture is gone, and I shut my eyes, rubbing my temple. I walk up to my phone I left on the kitchen Island and I check everything.

  There’s two texts and I’m in group chat:

  Wife & Husbands-Group chat

  Husband-Moralis: If you change my name in your phone or the other shitbag’s name… I’ll turn your GPS on to track your ass instead of taking your word for everything.

  Husband-Hanlon: Don’t ask us about your furniture either. It’s in storage because you’re moving in right after the wedding… Both of you, with me.

  Husband-Moralis: What the fucker said. Oh yeah...Your bed frame is gone. We burned it and enjoyed watching it fucking burn to crisps. If you want to sleep, come upstairs. I’ll always let you sleep in my bed and cry in my arms.

  Me: This has to be some type of bullying, guys. It’s not fair. And Cry?

  Cry? I would never cry in his arms, well not now. I text them back.

  Husband-Moralis: Yeah...You cried in my arms like a fucking child but I didn’t hate it.

  Husband-Hanlon: You did cry! What happened? Why were you crying, little lamb? Who made you cry? Tell us all about it.

  Me: