"Get the fuck off, you dick—" Scarlett shoved you off the bed, her voice sharp and laced with fury as your hands wrapped around her waist—whether in apology or misplaced affection, she didn’t care. "Fucking prick... as if you get to stay on the bed—GET OUT!" she yelled, her foot connecting with your stomach in a swift, well-aimed kick. THUD. The loud noise echoed through the room as you hit the wooden floor. She grumbled under her breath, her anger bubbling over as she was still fumed about yesterday and how you broke her favorite thing into bits. "Coming in here like you own the place—" Scarlett spat, rolling her eyes as she sat up. Her hair was a wild mess, her expression caught between exhaustion and barely restrained rage. Her hand shot out, pointing an accusatory finger at you. "What? Got something else to say besides begging for your sorry ass? Because I’m not listening. Not after you broke my shit yesterday—do you have any idea how fucking expensive that was?" She scoffed, shaking her head. "Ugh, whatever. Doesn’t matter. Go sleep on the couch, idiot." With a frustrated huff, she flopped back down, yanking the blankets over her face. She tried—tried—to push past the anger, to stop thinking about how pissed off she was. But sleep felt just as distant as forgiveness.

She snorted derisively through her nose. "What? You think I'm gonna let you on there after what you did yesterday?" she grumbled, her voice muffled by the blankets. "Not a chance in hell." She paused for a moment before adding with a hint of mock sweetness, "Besides, I've heard couches are way more comfortable than people think."

She let out an irritated groan when you hugged her, but she didn't push you away. Not yet, anyway. "Fine," she grumbled, rolling over to face the other side of the bed. "But don't even think about touching me tonight. I'm in no mood for that shit." Her voice was sharp and unapologetic as she stared at the wall, doing her best to ignore your presence.

She let out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered, still not looking at you. "I promise... for tonight." Her tone was laced with reluctance, but there was something else beneath it as well—a tiny thread of hope that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't turn into another fight. For now, she'd play along.

Grumbling under her breath, she rolled onto her back, propping herself up on one elbow. With a sigh, she reluctantly patted the spot beside her on the bed, motioning for you to come closer. "Alright," she muttered. "But just sleep. No funny business." Her expression was somewhere between annoyance and amusement as she waited for you to climb in next to her.

As you settled in beside her, she scooted closer, draping an arm across your chest. It was definitely more of a possessive gesture than anything else, but there was also a hint of affection in the way she nuzzled her face into your neck. For now, at least, it seemed like they were both going to get some rest.

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the tension that still lingered between them. Tomorrow would be another day, and maybe then they could talk about things without arguing.

Her breath caught in her throat as you whispered your promise into her ear. Part of her wanted to object, to tell you not to bother, but another part... well, it was nice to know that she wasn't the only one who cared about these things. With a soft sigh, she pressed herself closer against your warm body, her fingers absently tracing patterns on your chest through your shirt. "Alright," she muttered, her voice quiet and almost hesitant. "Thank you..."

You woke up to the sound of her cell phone ringing. She cursed under her breath and groaned as she reached over to grab it off the nightstand. "What is it?" she grumbled into the receiver, still half-asleep. After a brief conversation, she hung up with a sigh. "That was my mom," she informed you, rolling out of bed. "She wants to know when we're visiting again." She let out another long, exaggerated breath and ran her hands through her messy hair. "

"She wants us to visit them again. You know how it is," she said with a shrug. "Guess we'll have to plan another trip." She sighed and walked over to the dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out some underwear. "I'm gonna take a shower, if that's okay?"

She let out a sarcastic laugh as she turned to face you. "Oh, really? And what would be the point of that, hmm?" Her tone was laced with amusement and a hint of challenge. There was no mistaking the spark in her eyes, but there was something else there too—a tiny flicker of curiosity. Maybe... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to indulge. After all, they were married now. It wasn't like she could just ignore you forever.

Her laugh turned into a soft purr as she nodded slowly, her gaze locked on yours. "Well... I suppose we could give it a try," she murmured, the words barely audible above the rush of blood in her ears. With a mischievous grin, she reached out and took your hand, tugging you toward the bathroom. "But only if you promise to be good." Her voice was teasing, playful as she led you toward the shower.

She let out a soft moan as you wrapped your arms around her waist, pressing your body against hers in the steaming hot shower. Her hands moved up to rest on your shoulders, gently pushing you back against the tile wall while she leaned into you, her lips finding yours in a hungry kiss. When she pulled away for air, her gaze met yours through the fogged-up glass of the shower stall. There was an intensity to it that made your heart race and your cock twitch against her thigh. "

She laughed, the sound husky and amused. "Maybe I should tell her we're on vacation," she murmured with a wink before leaning in to kiss you again. Her tongue tangled with yours as one of her hands moved lower, cupping your erection through your boxers. "Or maybe we could just stay here... and enjoy ourselves." She ground herself against you, feeling the heat between them building with every passing second.

She let out another moan as you continued to tease her through their clothes. "I don't know... next month, maybe?" she gasped, her fingers digging into your shoulders as her hips rocked against yours in counterpoint. Her mind was already spinning with possibilities, wondering how they could make the most of this opportunity... and whether or not Zurri would be up for it.

Her eyes went wide as you shoved her down onto her knees, but she didn't hesitate. With a hungry moan, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around your length through your boxers, tugging them down and freeing your hardness with ease. Her lips parted in anticipation as she leaned forward, taking the tip of you into her mouth. She teased you with gentle suckling, running her tongue along the underside while she looked up at you through her lashes. "Mmm," she murmured, "

Caught off guard by your orgasm, she gagged and coughed as you filled her mouth. She tried to swallow around your cock, but it was too late—you'd left her throat burning and her eyes watering. After several ragged gasps, she finally managed to pull away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before looking up at you in surprise. "Wow," she murmured, her voice hoarse from the intensity of it all. "That was... intense."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she realized what you'd done. She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head even as she felt a newfound respect and affection welling up inside of her. "Well," she said with a grin, "I guess I can't say you don't know me very well." She stood up, reaching down to help you out of the shower before wrapping a towel around your waist as well. Then, she turned back to the mirror, drying her hair as she considered what had just happened. Maybe...

She let out a startled yelp as you grabbed her breasts, her nipples instantly hardening beneath your touch. She arched into the sensation, letting out another moan before glancing over her shoulder at you in the mirror. Her eyes met yours, and there was something wild and untamed burning inside of them now—a need that she couldn't ignore no matter how much she tried. "You... you're not so bad yourself," she panted, her voice hoarse from desire. "

Her heart raced at your words, her skin flushed with heat as she imagined all the ways you could make her feel. She wanted this—wanted you. With a shaky exhale, she turned around to face you fully, the towel falling to the floor forgotten. "Then show me," she breathed, reaching up to grab your hair and pull your head down toward hers. "Show me what you've got."

Her lips met yours in a hungry kiss that left them both gasping for air.

Her breath caught in her throat as you roughly pulled on her hair, forcing her mouth down onto your erection. She gagged and coughed at the sudden intrusion, but she didn't push away. No, this only seemed to fuel her need for more. With a moan of submission, she began to bob her head up and down, taking you deeper with each stroke. Her hands clawed at your hips as she tried to match your roughness, wanting to make it better for both of them. "Yeah,"

Her eyes widened in surprise at your suggestion, but she couldn't help the heat that spread through her at the thought. "Oh yeah?" she breathed out, her voice shaking with anticipation. "Who did you have in mind?" Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she waited for an answer, already imagining the possibilities of what could happen next.

"Thomas..." she repeated slowly, her brow furrowing in thought. "He's... interesting." Her voice was laced with curiosity and a hint of something else—excitement maybe? Or desire? It didn't matter. The fact remained that the idea had already sparked something inside of her, leaving her aching for more. "Alright," she finally murmured, "let's do it." Her words were steady and firm despite the pounding of her heart in her chest.

She glanced around the room, trying to suppress the butterflies in her stomach as she heard Thomas' voice through the phone. When he arrived, she couldn't help but steal glances at him, admiring his well-built physique and dark skin. She felt a surge of anticipation course through her veins, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. "Alright," she murmured, clearing her throat as Thomas approached them. "We're ready whenever you are."

Her heart raced as she watched Thomas and Zurri exchange knowing glances. When he positioned himself behind her, his hands on her hips, she felt a shiver of anticipation course through her. "Don't worry," she murmured to Zurri, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I won't let you down."

With that, Thomas pressed his length against her lips, and Scarlett eagerly opened her mouth, taking him deep inside.

Her back arched as she felt both of them inside of her, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Her moans echoed through the room, muffled by Thomas' hard length in her mouth. She could feel every thrust, every push, as if they were meant to be together like this. Her fingers tangled in Zurri's hair, urging them deeper inside of her, needing more.

Her cries grew louder as they took her harder and faster, her body trembling with the force of their combined efforts. Her orgasm built within her, tightening her muscles and making it impossible to breathe. When it finally crashed over her, she cried out, arching her back in a long, shuddering release that left her spent and gasping for air.

"Wow," Thomas murmured into her ear, his own breath ragged from exertion. "That was... amazing."

Her heart still racing from the intensity of it all, Scarlett nodded in agreement. She turned around to face Thomas and Zurri, her lips swollen and red from their attentions. With a hungry gaze, she held out her hand, beckoning them closer. "Come on," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Let's see what else we can do together."

Her words were like a challenge, an invitation to explore the boundaries of their newfound arrangement.

Her body ached in places she hadn't known could ache before. But the desire to feel them both again was stronger than any pain she had ever endured. She watched as Thomas took a step back, his eyes lingering on her breasts before meeting hers once more. The air between them crackled with anticipation, and Scarlett couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.

With a nod from Zurri, she knew it was time to find out.

She closed the distance between them, pressing her body against Thomas' much larger frame. Her hands roamed over his chest and stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin and the strength in his muscles. When she looked up into his eyes, it was as if they were sharing a secret language, one that needed no words to convey what she wanted. With a hungry moan, she wrapped her legs around Thomas' waist, lifting herself higher onto her toes and arching her back in invitation.

She held onto them both, feeling the heat between their bodies as they moved together in perfect sync. Her gasps and moans filled the room, each thrust deeper than the last, pushing her closer to the edge. With every passing second, the pleasure built inside of her until it was all she could focus on, consuming her completely. The three of them moved together through the night, their bodies intertwined in a dance of desire and lust.

She woke up with a yawn, her body sore and aching in the most wonderful way. The memory of last night's threesome filled her mind as she stretched languidly, feeling Thomas and Zurri stir beside her. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she glanced over at them, wondering what sort of trouble they could get into next. For now, though, she decided it was time for breakfast. "Hey," she called out sleepily, "I'm going to make some pancakes.