“He has the exits of this place full of his goons,” Scout spits out. “Remember, we have to be smart about this. It’s one thing to slip in undetected by dressing as bears, but it’ll be a dead giveaway when we try to smuggle Goldilocks and the wolf girl out with us.”
Sully, like an animal possessed, crowds Landry from behind. He lifts her dress, pushes her panties down her ass, and then is inside her, fucking her like he can’t help himself.
I’m jealous.
I want to be inside her again too.
Based on Scout’s ravenous expression, I’d say he’s right there with me. Landry whimpers and writhes as Sully fucks her from behind. Scout has to keep her on her feet so she doesn’t collapse. Her legs keep quivering, so it’s a real possibility that if it weren’t for him, she’d be on the floor.
Sully drives into her over and over again until he’s hissing her name as though it’s a prayer. Scout takes his turn, not giving her any time to recover. And when I think she can’t take anymore, he deposits her into my arms. Her blue eyes are glazed over from pleasure. I lift her up and sink into her slick cunt that’s spilling with come. There’s something so carnal about the way we have to claim and mark her—how she desires it just as much.
“Beautiful, perfect girl,” I croon as I come for the second time inside half an hour. “You’re ours. You’ll always be ours.”
She’s quiet as the three of us right her clothes and attempt to fix her hair. We take turns kissing her and groping her whenever and wherever we can.
I love how she’s this sweet middle between us.
We were made to share her.
“I should get back out there,” she says, her voice cracking. “Ty’s probably wondering where I am. I sort of dumped my sister on him to watch.”
“Ty would do anything for you,” Scout says. “Let him.”
I sit down in a chair, pulling her into my lap. She curls up against me, soaking in the last few minutes she can before she needs to leave. Sully perches on the arm of the chair, toying his fingers through her curls.
“What if the plan doesn’t work? What if he just sends his men and stays back?” she asks. “What then?” She shudders. “He’ll be drunk and the things he does when he’s drunk…”
I crack my neck to ease the tension. “We’ll still come for you. His days of hurting you both are over.”
“Della’s pink cat,” Scout rumbles, crouching beside us as he takes one of her hands in his. “It’s in your room.”
Landry frowns at him. “What?” She blinks several times studying him. “Why would you do that? How?”
“One of your maids was going into your building and Sully stopped her,” Scout tells her. “She was glad to help.”
“But why would one of the maids do something so reckless for a pink stuffed animal? What if Dad finds out or she confesses?”
“She won’t. We paid her a lot of money for her assistance,” Sully says. “Leo guaranteed her safety. She’ll be okay.”
“All for a cat?” She shakes her head in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
“You don’t need to. We’re coming for you anyway. But, just in case you run into any problems, there’s a surprise for you in it. In case you need it.” He kisses her knuckle. “Won’t be long, prickly princess.”
Someone bangs on the locked door. Landry jolts upright, shooting a terrified look toward the sound. Scout rises to his feet and limps over to it.
“What?” he bellows through the door.
“Incoming, man. He’s on a warpath.”
Fuck.
Thank God we have Ty on our side. I hate to say it, but he’s actually kind of cool. His loyalty is to Landry, and consequently us.
“Use the back door because he’s coming to this one,” Ty warns. “Landry, I hope you’re ready to deal with this.”
She shakily stands, nervously smoothing out her dress. I notice the wet spot on the back of her dress from where she was sitting and hope like fuck her dad doesn’t see it.
“Hurry,” she says to us. “Leave before he gets here.”
Scout kisses her, leans his forehead to hers, and then leaves without another word. Sully envelops her in a tight hug and a chaste kiss to her lips. He stalks out of the room after our brother. I linger long enough to memorize the lovely pout of her lips and the exact hue of red on her cheeks. Our mouths fuse together for a hungry kiss until someone beats on the door.
“Landry. You in there?”
She shudders at the sound of her dad’s voice.
“Laundry,” I whisper, cradling her jaw. “Look at me.”
Her eyes bore into mine.
“I love you, baby. After tonight, that motherfucker won’t ever touch you. You’ll never have to see him again. Understood?”