Ryan (Mallick Brothers 2)

"Cut the bullshit. We aren't here for you," Fee added with a smirk in her own voice.

Ryan closed the door and their eyes fell on me as he reached out to take my hand and pull me forward. "Dusty," he said, giving me a squeeze. "This is Fee and Lea, my brothers' women. Guys, this is Dusty. Try not to freak her out too much while I'm gone."

"Oh, please," Fee said, rolling her eyes at him. "She's going to love us. Now leave so we can get the scoop on you."

"The scoop on me?" Ryan asked, raising a brow.

"I have a feeling he's the holds you down while he fuck..."

"Alright," Ryan cut her off on a rumbling chuckle. "On that note, I'm off. I apologize in advance for leaving you in their viper claws," he added, giving me a kiss and releasing my hand. "Have a good day. If you really need to get in touch with me, I have my cell." He stepped into the open doorway and looked at Fee and Lea and, with a pointed brow raise demanded, "Be nice." With that, he was going.

"So dramatic," Lea snorted as he left. "Like we're here to make you join our Satanical cult or something," she said, dropping the bags she had on the coffee table. "That is totally up to you," she added and, caught off guard, I let out a somewhat loud laugh.

"So you look freshly kissed," Fee added, similarly disposing of her bags and cocking her head to look at me. "Come on, the suspense is killing me. Is he the hold you down sort?"

My mouth opened as I struggled on whether to tell them that kind of intimate detail or not. But he had just had me pinned to the wall a moment ago. "Sort of?" I allowed.

"Told you," Fee said to Lea who rolled her eyes.

"Just because she has a phone sex business, she thinks she knows everyone's kinks."

"Hey, I was right about the guy who owns the laundromat wasn't I?"

"He has a furry fetish," Lea supplied. "Something I really didn't want to know. Thanks for the nightmares, Fee."

"Listen, that's not half as bad as recognizing my daughter's guidance counselor on one of the lines once and learning he's a granny fucker and needs my women to offer him cookies and milk after groaning about him hurting their little geriatric hips and loving the feel of their teeth-free mouths around his cock. You want nightmares, that will give you nightmares."

I snorted at that, finding that Ryan's warning about them was perfectly accurate and also that the nerves I had felt building when he opened the door while still there, weren't getting worse.

"So," Lea said, turning to me. "You're Dusty."

I nodded my head at her, shrugging. "I'm Dusty."

"Mark and Eli did say you were hot shit. They weren't lying. Shane wants to know how you aren't three-hundred pounds when you don't leave your apartment."

"Shane is a gym rat," Fee supplied.

"I, ah, do workout DVDs?" I offered.

"That's what I told him. He's a gym purist. I've tried the DVDs, but unless I'm at the gym, there's no one to judge me when my ass gets the wrong kind of jiggly so that doesn't work for me. Anyway, we brought you some stuff. We heard you had to leave in a bit of a rush and figured Ryan didn't exactly think about things like pajamas, makeup, or tampons."

Well, that was true. And, come to think of it, I was due for my period soon and that wouldn't have been a uber fun conversation to have- hey, um, I have the red devil in my pants. Can you go buy me some tampons? Not sexy.

"That's great actually, thanks," I said, meaning it.

"I mean, I doubt you'll be wearing pajamas anytime soon," Fee added. "With all the sex. You are doing it, right? I mean, being agoraphobic doesn't mean you don't like sex."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we weren't supposed to bring up the agoraphobia thing," Lea chided, giving me an apologetic smile.

"Please," Fee said, rolling her eyes. "It's not a big deal."

"I think the issue was that now it looks like Ryan was talking behind her back," Lea specified.

"Alright fine," Fee said, turning to me with a smile. "When Hunt and I first met, he was my neighbor and some highlights of our courtship included- him thinking I was a total slut because he heard me dirty talking and moaning all the time and didn't realize it was my job, him seeing me stumble home drunk all the time, him stopping an attempted rape, and him finding me passed out in a pile of my own blood because I used to cut because I had a shitty upbringing that used to make it hard to exist sometimes. There, now you know all about me and Hunter."