Deception, p.28
Deception, page 28
All three of us turn to look at her, waiting on that answer.
“You could handle yourselves in a brawl,” she says finally. “That guy doesn’t look like he could take one of you, much less three.”
“He has more money than God,” I explain with a frustrated huff, “which means he pays people to do his dirty work.”
We all return our attention to the screen, catching the tail end of Winston’s statement.
“…but don’t worry. We’ll drown out the rats who did this and they’ll float to the surface. The girls will be reunited with their father soon.” Winston bores his knowing stare into the camera and it feels like he’s looking right at us. “I’m absolutely certain of it.”
Scout snaps off the television.
“How can he be so certain?” Landry asks, her voice cracking. “Does Dad know I’m here? What happens when he finds me?”
Her questions go unanswered because Scout’s phone I’m still holding in my hand buzzes with a text.
Bryant: Tell me you and your brothers didn’t have anything to do with this…
He sends a link to one of the news articles about the missing Croft girls.
“Bryant is asking if it was us,” I murmur, nervous energy buzzing under my skin. “What do I say back?”
“Give it here,” Scout demands. “I’ll deal with it. We don’t know shit about any missing girls.”
Landry visibly relaxes at his words. Keeping her captive here isn’t what I would have set out to do, but now that she’s here, it’s up to us to protect her from that piece of shit. I can guarantee that neither I nor my brothers will let anything happen to her.
That’s a promise.
* * *
While Scout makes breakfast with Della, and Sparrow showers off his hangover, I sit down next to Landry on the sofa. She’s been obsessively flipping through channels, trying to glean what her dad knows.
“You okay?”
She shrugs, hugging her knees to her chest and resting her chin on top. “I have to be.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No.” She cuts her eyes my way. “Maybe.”
Knowing she won’t come on her own free will, I grab her by her hips and haul her into my lap. I expect a bit of a fight, but she curls into me, like she’s craving for someone to hold her and promise everything will be all right. She smells like Scout’s cologne which is irritating, but I’m able to ignore it since she feels so good in my arms.
“Your dad can’t hurt you,” I remind her. “You’re safe with us.”
“Doesn’t feel very safe.”
“Well, it is safe. You think me or Sparrow or Scout would let him touch you?”
She considers my words and then gives me a small shake of her head. “I’m grateful for you making sure things are as normal as possible for Della. I know you think you’re the babysitter while…” She trails off. “Just know it means a lot to me.”
Her head tilts up and I don’t miss the kiss she’s offering me. Threading my fingers into her hair, I caress her as my lips press to hers. The kiss is sweet at first. Until I become ravenous for more. A groan rumbles through me and I devour her mouth, nibbling and sucking and tasting.
Something whaps me in the head. A pink cat. I find Della, no longer in the kitchen, but perched on the arm of the sofa, watching us with an evil grin on her face. Reluctantly, I pull back from Landry and give Della a raised brow.
What? I sign to her.
Della narrows her eyes. Dummy.
Brat. I smirk at her. You.
She signs something quickly to Landry that I miss altogether before she scurries off to bother someone else. Landry is smiling which makes me smile too.
“What did the little twerp say?” I demand, pretending to be annoyed.
“She was pretty scandalized by the fact we touched tongues like, and I quote, ‘two puppies.’ Then she asked if we could get a puppy.” Her smile grows wider. “It’s good to see her happy.”
Landry cuddles against me, soft and warm, no longer tense. I didn’t do anything on purpose to change her mood, but it feels like maybe I accidentally conquered a big mountain.
“It’s good to see you happy, too, honey.”
Chapter Ten
Landry
I thought we’d be past the tantrums, but Della didn’t get the memo. She’s throwing a fit of epic proportions, stomping her feet and throwing pillows off the couch. Her cute little face is red from anger and twisted into an expression that’s a little frightening.
“What’s the kid’s problem?” Sparrow asks, leaned against the wall and studying her from afar.
Sully is trying to appease her with the few ASL phrases he knows. It only seems to infuriate her more. I attempt to calm her down to no avail. It’s Scout, in the end, who diffuses the situation.
He walks over to her, thumps her on the head, and shakes his head. She bares her teeth at him like she might bite. At the last second she signs the word, cat.
“Cat?” he asks, arching a brow, making sure she sees his mouth.
A tear streaks down her cheek and she swipes it away before nodding. I’m surprised he knows the word. My heart does a tiny squeeze in my chest knowing these guys are trying to find ways to communicate with my sister. They’re obviously researching and learning ASL because of her.
“She’s tired,” I offer. “Needs to go to bed.”
He scoops her up, holding her to him and makes a click with his tongue. Heathen grumbles from somewhere within the apartment and then comes trotting into the living room.
“Time for bed,” Scout tells the cat. “Let’s go.”
Della is no longer upset and clings to Scout, resting her head on his shoulder. It breaks my heart that the only male role model in her life is an abusive prick. It felt like, until now, I was the only one who understood Della. These guys, though, are certainly trying which means far more than I’d like to admit.
Sparrow picks up her stuffed pink cat and hands it to her. Earlier, he tried this, and she threw it. This time, she takes it, snuggling it to her.
“I’ll get her to sleep and then take the couch,” Scout tells me before disappearing into his bedroom.
“I’m going to head to bed too,” Sully says. “She’ll be up at the crack of dawn.”
He walks over to me and kisses me on the mouth, completely ignoring the irritated huff Sparrow makes. When he’s gone, Sparrow makes his move, prowling over to me. His finger hooks under my chin and he pins me with a stare so hot, I break into a sweat.
“You’re mine tonight.” His jaw clenches. “And tomorrow night.”
“You always ruin everything by opening your mouth.”
“Rules are rules.”
“Who said you were next? Maybe Sully gets to be next.”
“Sully can wait. I need to make things right with you.”
I pull away from him, only to be jerked back into his strong arms. He smells good which makes me want to bury my face against his chest. He’s being a brutish dick, though, so I put up a fight and smack at whatever parts of him I can hit.
“Stop,” he warns, snagging both my wrists in his hands. “Or I’ll make you.”
Heat coils in the pit of my stomach. It frustrates me to no end. The more of an asshole he is, the more I get turned on. Being here with these men is complicated and confusing.
Safe.
Which is why I stop fighting and let Sparrow lead me to his room. He releases me when we’re in front of his neatly made bed. All the furniture is dark wood—sleek and expensive. Compared to Scout’s slightly messy room, Sparrow’s is nearly immaculate. Kind of like his stupid fancy car. He waits, eyes boring into me, for a compliment.
“And Della calls Scout the maid…” I say, trailing off and gesturing at how neat everything is.
“You’re a real bitch sometimes, Laundry.”
I smirk, shrugging. “I think, deep down, you like that part of me.”
“Take off your clothes and I’ll show you how much I like your rude mouth.”
Heat courses through me, decimating every cell in my body. It burns away all rational thought and I ache for him to do just that.
I’m about to smart off again, to see what he’ll do, when Scout enters Sparrow’s room. Sparrow squares his shoulders and glares at him.
“What?” Sparrow demands.
“Kid’s asleep,” Scout says with a sinister grin. “And you still owe me, little brother.”
“Owe you how?”
“You fucked her while I was gone. Now you get to watch while I fuck Landry on your bed.”
Sparrow gapes at him. My skin prickles at the idea of Sparrow watching Scout drive into me. It’s filthy, but intriguing. Now that I’m pretty sure Scout isn’t going to hurt me, I’m turned on by the idea.
“Fuck no,” Sparrow spits out.
“You’re not the boss of me,” I tell Sparrow. “Or him. If he wants to fuck me, and I want it too, then I guess you have to deal with it.”
Sparrow’s jaw clenches and his nostrils flare. “You’re playing with fire.”
“It’s the only way I know how to play.” I point to a chair. “Sit and watch, Chevy.”
His lips quirk slightly, and to my surprise, he obeys. Each footstep is heavy, indicating he’s still pissed and acting like a child, but he listens. Once he’s seated, I look over my shoulder, giving Scout a hesitant smile.
Scout limps my way, dark eyes sucking me into his abyss. His hand grips my jaw and he angles my head so he can kiss me in an almost painful, brutal way. I’m still reeling from the kiss when I’m being pushed facedown on the bed.
Sparrow is in my direct line of vision, elbows on his knees as he leans forward, watching me like I’m a savory piece of meat he wants to sink his teeth into. I grip the blankets, taking secret pleasure in messing them up, as Scout roughly yanks my jeans down my thighs. He smacks me hard over my panties on one ass cheek making me cry out in surprise. Sparrow’s maple-syrup eyes darken, reminding me of Scout.
“Suck,” Scout instructs, shoving his finger into my mouth. “Nice and wet.”
With my eyes locked on his brother, I suck on his finger, imagining it was Sparrow’s dick instead. Sparrow bites down on his bottom lip, pupils dilating as he watches. Scout jerks his finger from my mouth and then shoves away my panties to one side. I cry out at the slick intrusion of his finger inside me. He doesn’t use more than one finger, though I am nearly desperate to beg him for more.
Sparrow doesn’t move to touch himself or come closer. He’s a sentient statue, remaining poised and unmovable in his chair. I’m so fixated on the soft, wet curve of his bottom lip, I’m shocked when Scout pulls out his finger, quickly replacing it with the head of his cock.
We’re doing this.
We’re really doing this.
I’m going to let Scout have sex with me while Sparrow watches.
Rather than driving into me like I expect, Scout inches in painfully slow. I claw at the sheets on the bed, whimpering and begging for more.
These men want me.
Their obsession should scare me, especially after what I’ve gone through with my father, but I can’t seem to find the fear with them.
Dad broke me.
The Mannford triplets are fixing me in some fucked-up way.
“Tell him how good this feels,” Scout rumbles from behind me once he’s seated all the way inside me. “I won’t move until you tell him.”
I squirm, testing the validity of his words. He doesn’t move his hips, instead choosing to dig his fingers into my hips, keeping me still.
“It feels good,” I admit, my gaze locked on Sparrow. “Really good.”
Sparrow grinds his teeth together so hard I’m afraid he’ll break them. Still, he doesn’t move. Watches me with a wild energy I want to get swept up in.
Scout begins moving his hips, a slow, sensual tease that makes me whiny and desperate. I drag the sheets to my face, biting down on them, anything to keep me from begging like a shameless whore. He fucks me slow, but hard in a way that feels like he’s trying to climb inside me to learn all my dark, dirty secrets. I’m unable to stop it. I want him there. I want to be known and understood and cared for.
“Scout,” I murmur. “Oh God…”
“You’re so fucking tight,” Scout growls. “Jesus.”
Sparrow’s expression is murderous, but his dick is hard in his pants. He’s not stopping me or Scout. In fact, I think he likes watching. That turns me on even more.
“You’re wet for him—for us,” Sparrow taunts, voice thick with lust, betraying his angry scowl. “You like having an audience. You like punishing us.”
My heart flutters. I am wet for them. This moment is hotter than I could have anticipated. It’d be made even better if Sully were watching too.
“You’re not in control of me,” I hiss, stifling the moan of pleasure. “No one is. Not anymore.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, baby.” Sparrow’s smile is sinister, making him look much more like Scout than Scout right now. “You’re the one getting railed by my brother while I watch.”
“Take your dick out.” I whimper when Scout drives into me hard. “You want to see who’s calling the shots right now?”
Sparrow doesn’t take his eyes off mine. Then, to my utter shock and delight, he obeys me. Slides his pants down his thighs, revealing his gorgeous cock. My pussy clenches around Scout’s thickness. I’m slick with arousal and it’s not enough.
I’m a greedy girl.
I want more.
I want all of it. Them. Together. All at once. Over and over.
“What now, baby?” Sparrow demands.
“Stroke it,” I purr. “Pretend you’re inside me.”
His jaw clenches and heat burns like an inferno in his gaze. He jerks at his dick, stopping only to spit into his hand before going back to it.
“I don’t want to pretend,” Sparrow growls. “I want you to admit that you want all three of us. All three of your little holes.”
Scout makes a strangled sound of pleasure, his hips driving into me in hard thrusts that match the movement of Sparrow’s hand.
I lick my lips and drag my eyes over the veins popping out on Sparrow’s hands. His hand shouldn’t look so sexy, but curled around his massive cock, it’s a work of art.
“Pinch her clit,” Sparrow instructs.
Scout listens to his brother, brutally mashing on my sensitive clit. I cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Not in charge,” Sparrow reminds me with a wolfish grin. “Admit you want us all or I’ll just keep making him abuse your clit until you have so many goddamn orgasms you can’t see straight.”
Oh God.
“I can’t admit that,” I choke out.
Because if I do, that makes me positively insane, right?
“I thought you were in charge,” Sparrow taunts.
“I am,” I blurt out. “Oh God.”
Scout fucks me relentlessly, distracting me from this conversation. Sparrow doesn’t seem all that bothered about his punishment in having to watch. Kinky bastard likes it.
And I’m a kinky bitch for liking it too.
“Admit you want to fuck all three of us.” Sparrow’s hand moves faster and faster in time with the movement of Scout’s hips. “Say it and I’ll come for you. I’ll come all over my hand watching my brother fuck the hottest, most infuriating chick on the planet.”
“Maybe—oh, God!”
“Not good enough. I need a yes or a no, baby.”
“Y-yes!”
“I fucking knew it,” Sparrow barks out. “Do you want to come all over Scout’s dick now?”
“I do…”
“You’re in charge. Make it happen.”
“Pinch me again,” I tell Scout, my voice quivering with need. “Make me come.”
Scout rolls his finger and thumb over my clit, takes hold of it, and twists until the point of pain but doesn’t go any further. I arch my back up, my body singing with an impending explosion of pleasure.
“Good girl,” Sparrow growls, come jetting out of the tip of his dick and splattering his bared stomach. “You were made for this. For us.”
His words, coupled with the intense way he watches me and how Scout’s dick keeps hitting me inside in just the right spot, I completely lose it. Color explodes around me, detonating every nerve ending from my scalp to my toes. I scream into the sheets that I’ve tried to shove into my mouth to stifle the sounds escaping me. Hot tears prickle my eyes and snake down my cheeks.
“Mine,” Scout hisses, his thrusts becoming wilder and uneven. “Fuck.”
His cock swells, my only warning of his impending release, and then he’s coming with a feral growl. Heat floods into me, pumping and pumping, filling me to the brim. I know this is reckless and stupid. We’re all just having sex with no condoms or any sort of birth control, yet I can’t seem to stop them.
I’m beyond trying to be reasonable or responsible.
I’m just living in the moment.
For once, enjoying parts of my shitty life.
Scout pulls out, gives my ass an affectionate squeeze as his come drips all over the backs of my thighs, and then leaves.
He left me.
Wrecked and used and full of his come.
It’s so degrading. I should hate the whole ordeal.
I don’t.
I loved it.
As soon as the door clicks shut, Sparrow rises to his feet. My heart rate picks up, wondering what he’ll do. I’m too boneless to move, though. He disappears out of sight and then the shower cuts on.
Is he disgusted?
He can’t be. Sparrow may have been getting punished, but he liked it. It turned him on. He enjoyed watching me get fucked by his brother.
I loved it, too.
So why does he seem angry?
“Get up.”
His voice is behind me now, cold and harsh. Shame washes over me but is quickly chased by irritation. I slide off the bed and stand up. I’m bedraggled and messy. My pants are nearly to my knees while my panties are askew. Now that I’m upright, come drains out of me like a leaky faucet. Lifting my chin, I stare Sparrow down, daring him to ridicule or shame me for this—for something he was completely into a few moments ago.
“You could handle yourselves in a brawl,” she says finally. “That guy doesn’t look like he could take one of you, much less three.”
“He has more money than God,” I explain with a frustrated huff, “which means he pays people to do his dirty work.”
We all return our attention to the screen, catching the tail end of Winston’s statement.
“…but don’t worry. We’ll drown out the rats who did this and they’ll float to the surface. The girls will be reunited with their father soon.” Winston bores his knowing stare into the camera and it feels like he’s looking right at us. “I’m absolutely certain of it.”
Scout snaps off the television.
“How can he be so certain?” Landry asks, her voice cracking. “Does Dad know I’m here? What happens when he finds me?”
Her questions go unanswered because Scout’s phone I’m still holding in my hand buzzes with a text.
Bryant: Tell me you and your brothers didn’t have anything to do with this…
He sends a link to one of the news articles about the missing Croft girls.
“Bryant is asking if it was us,” I murmur, nervous energy buzzing under my skin. “What do I say back?”
“Give it here,” Scout demands. “I’ll deal with it. We don’t know shit about any missing girls.”
Landry visibly relaxes at his words. Keeping her captive here isn’t what I would have set out to do, but now that she’s here, it’s up to us to protect her from that piece of shit. I can guarantee that neither I nor my brothers will let anything happen to her.
That’s a promise.
* * *
While Scout makes breakfast with Della, and Sparrow showers off his hangover, I sit down next to Landry on the sofa. She’s been obsessively flipping through channels, trying to glean what her dad knows.
“You okay?”
She shrugs, hugging her knees to her chest and resting her chin on top. “I have to be.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No.” She cuts her eyes my way. “Maybe.”
Knowing she won’t come on her own free will, I grab her by her hips and haul her into my lap. I expect a bit of a fight, but she curls into me, like she’s craving for someone to hold her and promise everything will be all right. She smells like Scout’s cologne which is irritating, but I’m able to ignore it since she feels so good in my arms.
“Your dad can’t hurt you,” I remind her. “You’re safe with us.”
“Doesn’t feel very safe.”
“Well, it is safe. You think me or Sparrow or Scout would let him touch you?”
She considers my words and then gives me a small shake of her head. “I’m grateful for you making sure things are as normal as possible for Della. I know you think you’re the babysitter while…” She trails off. “Just know it means a lot to me.”
Her head tilts up and I don’t miss the kiss she’s offering me. Threading my fingers into her hair, I caress her as my lips press to hers. The kiss is sweet at first. Until I become ravenous for more. A groan rumbles through me and I devour her mouth, nibbling and sucking and tasting.
Something whaps me in the head. A pink cat. I find Della, no longer in the kitchen, but perched on the arm of the sofa, watching us with an evil grin on her face. Reluctantly, I pull back from Landry and give Della a raised brow.
What? I sign to her.
Della narrows her eyes. Dummy.
Brat. I smirk at her. You.
She signs something quickly to Landry that I miss altogether before she scurries off to bother someone else. Landry is smiling which makes me smile too.
“What did the little twerp say?” I demand, pretending to be annoyed.
“She was pretty scandalized by the fact we touched tongues like, and I quote, ‘two puppies.’ Then she asked if we could get a puppy.” Her smile grows wider. “It’s good to see her happy.”
Landry cuddles against me, soft and warm, no longer tense. I didn’t do anything on purpose to change her mood, but it feels like maybe I accidentally conquered a big mountain.
“It’s good to see you happy, too, honey.”
Chapter Ten
Landry
I thought we’d be past the tantrums, but Della didn’t get the memo. She’s throwing a fit of epic proportions, stomping her feet and throwing pillows off the couch. Her cute little face is red from anger and twisted into an expression that’s a little frightening.
“What’s the kid’s problem?” Sparrow asks, leaned against the wall and studying her from afar.
Sully is trying to appease her with the few ASL phrases he knows. It only seems to infuriate her more. I attempt to calm her down to no avail. It’s Scout, in the end, who diffuses the situation.
He walks over to her, thumps her on the head, and shakes his head. She bares her teeth at him like she might bite. At the last second she signs the word, cat.
“Cat?” he asks, arching a brow, making sure she sees his mouth.
A tear streaks down her cheek and she swipes it away before nodding. I’m surprised he knows the word. My heart does a tiny squeeze in my chest knowing these guys are trying to find ways to communicate with my sister. They’re obviously researching and learning ASL because of her.
“She’s tired,” I offer. “Needs to go to bed.”
He scoops her up, holding her to him and makes a click with his tongue. Heathen grumbles from somewhere within the apartment and then comes trotting into the living room.
“Time for bed,” Scout tells the cat. “Let’s go.”
Della is no longer upset and clings to Scout, resting her head on his shoulder. It breaks my heart that the only male role model in her life is an abusive prick. It felt like, until now, I was the only one who understood Della. These guys, though, are certainly trying which means far more than I’d like to admit.
Sparrow picks up her stuffed pink cat and hands it to her. Earlier, he tried this, and she threw it. This time, she takes it, snuggling it to her.
“I’ll get her to sleep and then take the couch,” Scout tells me before disappearing into his bedroom.
“I’m going to head to bed too,” Sully says. “She’ll be up at the crack of dawn.”
He walks over to me and kisses me on the mouth, completely ignoring the irritated huff Sparrow makes. When he’s gone, Sparrow makes his move, prowling over to me. His finger hooks under my chin and he pins me with a stare so hot, I break into a sweat.
“You’re mine tonight.” His jaw clenches. “And tomorrow night.”
“You always ruin everything by opening your mouth.”
“Rules are rules.”
“Who said you were next? Maybe Sully gets to be next.”
“Sully can wait. I need to make things right with you.”
I pull away from him, only to be jerked back into his strong arms. He smells good which makes me want to bury my face against his chest. He’s being a brutish dick, though, so I put up a fight and smack at whatever parts of him I can hit.
“Stop,” he warns, snagging both my wrists in his hands. “Or I’ll make you.”
Heat coils in the pit of my stomach. It frustrates me to no end. The more of an asshole he is, the more I get turned on. Being here with these men is complicated and confusing.
Safe.
Which is why I stop fighting and let Sparrow lead me to his room. He releases me when we’re in front of his neatly made bed. All the furniture is dark wood—sleek and expensive. Compared to Scout’s slightly messy room, Sparrow’s is nearly immaculate. Kind of like his stupid fancy car. He waits, eyes boring into me, for a compliment.
“And Della calls Scout the maid…” I say, trailing off and gesturing at how neat everything is.
“You’re a real bitch sometimes, Laundry.”
I smirk, shrugging. “I think, deep down, you like that part of me.”
“Take off your clothes and I’ll show you how much I like your rude mouth.”
Heat courses through me, decimating every cell in my body. It burns away all rational thought and I ache for him to do just that.
I’m about to smart off again, to see what he’ll do, when Scout enters Sparrow’s room. Sparrow squares his shoulders and glares at him.
“What?” Sparrow demands.
“Kid’s asleep,” Scout says with a sinister grin. “And you still owe me, little brother.”
“Owe you how?”
“You fucked her while I was gone. Now you get to watch while I fuck Landry on your bed.”
Sparrow gapes at him. My skin prickles at the idea of Sparrow watching Scout drive into me. It’s filthy, but intriguing. Now that I’m pretty sure Scout isn’t going to hurt me, I’m turned on by the idea.
“Fuck no,” Sparrow spits out.
“You’re not the boss of me,” I tell Sparrow. “Or him. If he wants to fuck me, and I want it too, then I guess you have to deal with it.”
Sparrow’s jaw clenches and his nostrils flare. “You’re playing with fire.”
“It’s the only way I know how to play.” I point to a chair. “Sit and watch, Chevy.”
His lips quirk slightly, and to my surprise, he obeys. Each footstep is heavy, indicating he’s still pissed and acting like a child, but he listens. Once he’s seated, I look over my shoulder, giving Scout a hesitant smile.
Scout limps my way, dark eyes sucking me into his abyss. His hand grips my jaw and he angles my head so he can kiss me in an almost painful, brutal way. I’m still reeling from the kiss when I’m being pushed facedown on the bed.
Sparrow is in my direct line of vision, elbows on his knees as he leans forward, watching me like I’m a savory piece of meat he wants to sink his teeth into. I grip the blankets, taking secret pleasure in messing them up, as Scout roughly yanks my jeans down my thighs. He smacks me hard over my panties on one ass cheek making me cry out in surprise. Sparrow’s maple-syrup eyes darken, reminding me of Scout.
“Suck,” Scout instructs, shoving his finger into my mouth. “Nice and wet.”
With my eyes locked on his brother, I suck on his finger, imagining it was Sparrow’s dick instead. Sparrow bites down on his bottom lip, pupils dilating as he watches. Scout jerks his finger from my mouth and then shoves away my panties to one side. I cry out at the slick intrusion of his finger inside me. He doesn’t use more than one finger, though I am nearly desperate to beg him for more.
Sparrow doesn’t move to touch himself or come closer. He’s a sentient statue, remaining poised and unmovable in his chair. I’m so fixated on the soft, wet curve of his bottom lip, I’m shocked when Scout pulls out his finger, quickly replacing it with the head of his cock.
We’re doing this.
We’re really doing this.
I’m going to let Scout have sex with me while Sparrow watches.
Rather than driving into me like I expect, Scout inches in painfully slow. I claw at the sheets on the bed, whimpering and begging for more.
These men want me.
Their obsession should scare me, especially after what I’ve gone through with my father, but I can’t seem to find the fear with them.
Dad broke me.
The Mannford triplets are fixing me in some fucked-up way.
“Tell him how good this feels,” Scout rumbles from behind me once he’s seated all the way inside me. “I won’t move until you tell him.”
I squirm, testing the validity of his words. He doesn’t move his hips, instead choosing to dig his fingers into my hips, keeping me still.
“It feels good,” I admit, my gaze locked on Sparrow. “Really good.”
Sparrow grinds his teeth together so hard I’m afraid he’ll break them. Still, he doesn’t move. Watches me with a wild energy I want to get swept up in.
Scout begins moving his hips, a slow, sensual tease that makes me whiny and desperate. I drag the sheets to my face, biting down on them, anything to keep me from begging like a shameless whore. He fucks me slow, but hard in a way that feels like he’s trying to climb inside me to learn all my dark, dirty secrets. I’m unable to stop it. I want him there. I want to be known and understood and cared for.
“Scout,” I murmur. “Oh God…”
“You’re so fucking tight,” Scout growls. “Jesus.”
Sparrow’s expression is murderous, but his dick is hard in his pants. He’s not stopping me or Scout. In fact, I think he likes watching. That turns me on even more.
“You’re wet for him—for us,” Sparrow taunts, voice thick with lust, betraying his angry scowl. “You like having an audience. You like punishing us.”
My heart flutters. I am wet for them. This moment is hotter than I could have anticipated. It’d be made even better if Sully were watching too.
“You’re not in control of me,” I hiss, stifling the moan of pleasure. “No one is. Not anymore.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, baby.” Sparrow’s smile is sinister, making him look much more like Scout than Scout right now. “You’re the one getting railed by my brother while I watch.”
“Take your dick out.” I whimper when Scout drives into me hard. “You want to see who’s calling the shots right now?”
Sparrow doesn’t take his eyes off mine. Then, to my utter shock and delight, he obeys me. Slides his pants down his thighs, revealing his gorgeous cock. My pussy clenches around Scout’s thickness. I’m slick with arousal and it’s not enough.
I’m a greedy girl.
I want more.
I want all of it. Them. Together. All at once. Over and over.
“What now, baby?” Sparrow demands.
“Stroke it,” I purr. “Pretend you’re inside me.”
His jaw clenches and heat burns like an inferno in his gaze. He jerks at his dick, stopping only to spit into his hand before going back to it.
“I don’t want to pretend,” Sparrow growls. “I want you to admit that you want all three of us. All three of your little holes.”
Scout makes a strangled sound of pleasure, his hips driving into me in hard thrusts that match the movement of Sparrow’s hand.
I lick my lips and drag my eyes over the veins popping out on Sparrow’s hands. His hand shouldn’t look so sexy, but curled around his massive cock, it’s a work of art.
“Pinch her clit,” Sparrow instructs.
Scout listens to his brother, brutally mashing on my sensitive clit. I cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Not in charge,” Sparrow reminds me with a wolfish grin. “Admit you want us all or I’ll just keep making him abuse your clit until you have so many goddamn orgasms you can’t see straight.”
Oh God.
“I can’t admit that,” I choke out.
Because if I do, that makes me positively insane, right?
“I thought you were in charge,” Sparrow taunts.
“I am,” I blurt out. “Oh God.”
Scout fucks me relentlessly, distracting me from this conversation. Sparrow doesn’t seem all that bothered about his punishment in having to watch. Kinky bastard likes it.
And I’m a kinky bitch for liking it too.
“Admit you want to fuck all three of us.” Sparrow’s hand moves faster and faster in time with the movement of Scout’s hips. “Say it and I’ll come for you. I’ll come all over my hand watching my brother fuck the hottest, most infuriating chick on the planet.”
“Maybe—oh, God!”
“Not good enough. I need a yes or a no, baby.”
“Y-yes!”
“I fucking knew it,” Sparrow barks out. “Do you want to come all over Scout’s dick now?”
“I do…”
“You’re in charge. Make it happen.”
“Pinch me again,” I tell Scout, my voice quivering with need. “Make me come.”
Scout rolls his finger and thumb over my clit, takes hold of it, and twists until the point of pain but doesn’t go any further. I arch my back up, my body singing with an impending explosion of pleasure.
“Good girl,” Sparrow growls, come jetting out of the tip of his dick and splattering his bared stomach. “You were made for this. For us.”
His words, coupled with the intense way he watches me and how Scout’s dick keeps hitting me inside in just the right spot, I completely lose it. Color explodes around me, detonating every nerve ending from my scalp to my toes. I scream into the sheets that I’ve tried to shove into my mouth to stifle the sounds escaping me. Hot tears prickle my eyes and snake down my cheeks.
“Mine,” Scout hisses, his thrusts becoming wilder and uneven. “Fuck.”
His cock swells, my only warning of his impending release, and then he’s coming with a feral growl. Heat floods into me, pumping and pumping, filling me to the brim. I know this is reckless and stupid. We’re all just having sex with no condoms or any sort of birth control, yet I can’t seem to stop them.
I’m beyond trying to be reasonable or responsible.
I’m just living in the moment.
For once, enjoying parts of my shitty life.
Scout pulls out, gives my ass an affectionate squeeze as his come drips all over the backs of my thighs, and then leaves.
He left me.
Wrecked and used and full of his come.
It’s so degrading. I should hate the whole ordeal.
I don’t.
I loved it.
As soon as the door clicks shut, Sparrow rises to his feet. My heart rate picks up, wondering what he’ll do. I’m too boneless to move, though. He disappears out of sight and then the shower cuts on.
Is he disgusted?
He can’t be. Sparrow may have been getting punished, but he liked it. It turned him on. He enjoyed watching me get fucked by his brother.
I loved it, too.
So why does he seem angry?
“Get up.”
His voice is behind me now, cold and harsh. Shame washes over me but is quickly chased by irritation. I slide off the bed and stand up. I’m bedraggled and messy. My pants are nearly to my knees while my panties are askew. Now that I’m upright, come drains out of me like a leaky faucet. Lifting my chin, I stare Sparrow down, daring him to ridicule or shame me for this—for something he was completely into a few moments ago.
