Lucie's Lustful Trio

The fairy lights strung haphazardly around Lucie’s bedroom cast a warm, golden glow over the chaos. Her bed, a tangled mess of sheets and pillows, looked like it hadn’t seen a proper tidy in weeks—probably because we hadn’t stopped long enough to care. I sprawled across it, propped on one elbow, watching her rummage through a drawer for something she swore was ‘essential’ to our evening. Her dark auburn hair spilled over her shoulder, and those sharp green eyes of hers flicked toward me with a smirk that could cut glass.

“So, Jake,” Lucie drawled, tossing a stray sock over her shoulder without a second glance, “are we gonna talk about how you pulled the same damn move last night? What was it—three minutes of missionary before you thought you’d invented the wheel?”

I snorted, rolling my eyes. “Oh, come on, Luce. You weren’t complaining when you were clawing at my back. Sounded like I was doing just fine.”

She spun on her heel, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she leaned against the dresser, arms crossed. “Fine? Sweetie, I’ve had better from a vibrator with a dying battery. Step it up, or I might just have to trade you in for something with more… creativity.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re brutal. You know that, right? Most girls would at least pretend to stroke a guy’s ego.”

Lucie sauntered over, perching on the edge of the bed with a look that screamed trouble. “Most girls aren’t me. And I don’t do pretend. If I’m stroking anything, it’s gonna be real—and it’s gonna be worth my time.” Her voice dipped low, teasing, as she poked a finger into my chest. “So, tell me, hotshot. Got anything new up your sleeve, or am I gonna have to teach you a thing or two tonight?”

I opened my mouth to fire back, but before I could, she dropped the bomb.

“Oh, by the way,” she said, casual as if she were mentioning the weather, “I invited Mara over. Thought we could use a little… extra spice. You cool with that?”

I blinked, my brain short-circuiting for a solid three seconds. “Wait. Mara? As in, your Mara? The one who looks at me like I’m a mildly interesting bug she might squash for fun?”

Lucie’s grin widened, all teeth and mischief. “That’s the one. And don’t worry, I’ve already told her you’re trainable. She’s intrigued. Barely.”

I sat up, running a hand through my hair. “Trainable? Jesus, Luce, you make me sound like a puppy. What even is this? What are we doing here?”

She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear as she murmured, “We’re doing whatever the hell I want, Jake. That’s the rule. No rules. Just fun. You in, or are you gonna sit there looking like a deer in headlights all night?”

I swallowed hard, the heat of her proximity doing things to me I wasn’t ready to admit. “I’m in. But if Mara’s half as bossy as you, I’m not sure I’ll survive the night.”

Lucie laughed, a sharp, bright sound that filled the room. “Oh, honey, you have no idea. She’s worse. But don’t worry—I’ll protect you. Maybe.”

Before I could retort, there was a sharp knock at the door, followed by a voice that dripped with confidence. “Lucie, you better not be starting without me. I didn’t drag my fine ass across town for nothing.”

Lucie’s eyes lit up as she hopped off the bed, practically bouncing to the door. “Speak of the devil. Come on in, babe!”

The door swung open, and there she was—Mara. All long legs and sharp cheekbones, her black leather jacket slung over one shoulder like she owned the damn place. Her dark eyes scanned the room, landing on me with a mix of curiosity and something dangerously close to disdain. She tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her full lips.

“Well, well,” Mara said, her voice low and smoky as she leaned against the doorframe. “This the guy you’ve been hyping up, Luce? He looks… breakable.”

I raised an eyebrow, sitting up straighter. “Nice to meet you too. I’m Jake, by the way. Not that you asked.”

Mara chuckled, stepping into the room and tossing her jacket onto a chair. “Oh, I know who you are. Lucie’s little project. Question is, can you keep up, or are we gonna have to carry you through this?”

Lucie snickered, plopping back onto the bed beside me and nudging my shoulder. “Told you she’s worse. Play nice, Mara. I don’t want him running for the hills before we even get started.”

Mara crossed her arms, her gaze raking over me like she was sizing up a piece of furniture. “Fine. But only because I trust your taste, Luce. Barely.” She turned to Lucie, her smirk turning playful. “So, what’s the plan? Are we babysitting, or are we actually gonna have some fun?”

Lucie leaned back on her hands, her legs crossed casually as she shot me a sidelong glance. “Oh, we’re having fun. Jake here just needs to catch up to the program. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t hide the grin tugging at my lips. “I’m catching up just fine. But if you two keep talking over me like I’m not here, I might start feeling left out.”

Mara laughed, a sharp, throaty sound as she stepped closer, her boots clicking against the hardwood floor. “Poor baby. Don’t worry, we’ll give you plenty of attention. If you can handle it.”

Lucie reached over, her fingers brushing against my jaw as she tilted my face toward her. “He can handle it. Right, Jake? You’re not gonna let us down now, are you?”

My pulse kicked up a notch, the air in the room suddenly thick with tension. “I’m not planning on it. But you’re both gonna have to work for it.”

Mara raised an eyebrow, exchanging a look with Lucie that was all unspoken promises and wicked intent. “Oh, we’ll work for it,” Mara said, her voice dripping with challenge. “But let’s skip the small talk, yeah? I didn’t come here to chat.”

She stepped closer, her presence commanding, while Lucie’s hand lingered on my jaw, her smirk never faltering. The room buzzed with anticipation, the fairy lights flickering like they could feel the heat building between us. I had no idea what I’d just signed up for, but as Mara’s gaze locked onto mine and Lucie’s fingers tightened just a fraction, I knew one thing for sure—I was in way over my head.

And I didn’t care one damn bit.