That's Good Teamwork

Syren De Mer and Madi Collins busted their asses together on this project. They laughed through the all-nighters, spilled coffee on spreadsheets, and now they’re both counting the minutes until they can leave it all behind and do whatever they want. The week wrapped up ahead of schedule, leaving them giddy about hanging out with no deadlines breathing down their necks. Syren blurts it out first—how she’s been throwing Isiah Maxwell flirty looks every time he poked his head in their workspace. She bites her bottom lip when she says she’ll finally pull him aside tonight and lay it out. Madi’s eyes light up. She’s spent the whole project insisting he only drops in when Syren’s laughing. They giggle like teenagers before someone knocks. Isiah steps in with that lazy grin and a six-pack. Before he can set the beer down, Madi grabs his wrist and lays it out flat: she’s the one who’s in love with him. Syren’s jaw drops. The next ten seconds are nothing but overlapping voices—Syren swearing she felt it first, Madi swearing she’s known longer—both of them practically shouting over the other that he’s their fucking fantasy. Isiah throws both hands up, tries to cool the room. He likes them, he respects the work, but jealousy like this will torch whatever came out of those months together. Then the light bulb. One bed. Three bodies. No ranking. At first they both balk—jealous stares sharp enough to cut glass—but the dare sinks in and their matching hunger wins. Clothes peel off and hands claim warm skin before any of them can second-guess what they’re doing. Every time one of them thinks she’s won his full attention the other slides a tongue along his length or sinks fingers between someone else’s thighs. They maneuver, compete, surrender, and by the time sweat cools the argument’s still alive in every needy gasp.