Death Wish (Deception Duet 2)

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.