Page 69 of The Triangle

She takes me, unexpectedly, into her mouth as she crashes off. She wraps her lips around me, fisting the base and at once sucking violently. And now I have no idea what Danny is doing. Because I can no longer see. My eyes are still open, but I go blind as I spray into her throat, hot and unceasing. It’s all I can do not to fall face forward right across Danny’s chest.

I come, and come, and come until I can come no more. And then I come more. And she takes it all. She keeps drinking me down until I am spent and useless and broken.

And I do mean spent. I can no longer stand here. My legs betray me. And I fall forward. I collapse, hard, right across Danny’s stomach. He jolts.

But he doesn’t say anything. I’m expecting him to yell, Get the fuck off me, asshole! Or something of the like. But he doesn’t. He just breathes in jagged bursts. Like he’s trying to take in air, but his lungs have forgotten for a moment how they’re intended to work and so they shudder and start, like an engine trying to turn over.

Christine crawls around to the other side of him. And me. She positions herself at the point between where our heads lie. She stretches one hand out to place in Danny’s hair. The other arm straightens to reach the top of my head. She massages her strong fingers into my scalp. I assume she’s doing the same with Danny. Trying to knead us into shape with one another.

My arm involuntarily slides down Danny’s legs. I allow my fingertips to stroke the muscles in his calf. Again, his breathing darts out of him in tiny bursts, but Christine whispering, “Shhh,” seems to calm him enough.

I nuzzle my head into Christine’s hand. I turn my neck to spy the geometric way we are positioned together. Christine, one point, me and Danny, the other two.

The automation in the house has turned the lights on, and the golden glow in the room casts warm shadows. The lights embedded into the base boards along the wall form long, arcing columns of radiance. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the pattern we appear to be forming on the ceiling, and I smile. Unplanned, I grunt out a couple of tiny laughs.

“What?” Christine asks. “What is it?”

I don’t say anything. Just twist my neck further and cast my eyes ceilingward, gesturing with my chin for her to look up as well.

She does. And she sniffs a laugh out as well.

And finally, Danny opens his eyes also. I can’t read him as he sees what we see, but his breathing changes to a more normal pace. And as the three of us stare up at the contours of us painted on the room above us, I try to decide from the image I see…

Is it a scalene? All sides are different.

Is it an isosceles? Two sides are equal. One is out of proportion.

Or. Is it equilateral? All sides are equal.

I want very much to believe it is the last one.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - DANNY

I lie there breathing hard for a few seconds. Trying to wrap my head around what we’re doing. What I just said yes to. How this is all gonna play out and how it’s all gonna go to shit. Because nothing is making sense to me right now.

After you have sex with your girl you turn in bed and wrap your arms around her. You lean into her. Let her lean into you. Kinda play it all back in your head as your rapidly beating heart calms down and your muscles relax.

But this isn’t what’s happening now.

All three of us are on the bed. All three of us staring up at the ceiling. And I don’t know what they’re feeling but as the seconds tick off and turn into minutes I’m starting to get a better idea of what I’m feeling.

This… was a mistake.

I’m here to protect Christine and keep Alec in my sights so I can turn him over to Brasil in exchange for a fresh start.

Sex can’t change that. Won’t change that.

The dude is as selfish as they come. He’s always looking for more. More power, more money, more excitement. And I don’t give a fuck what he says, that’s all we are to him. A means to an end.

His end, not ours.

We’re not going down with this guy.

So yeah, the fucking was fun—but that’s all it was

Fucking. Fun.

I swing my legs over the bed, grab my jeans, pull them up—