I shudder at that thought. At least here, even while feeling like a sitting duck, I’m somewhat protected. The Mannford triplets are shockingly obsessed with me. It’s unnatural and unhealthy, yet it’s my biggest and most powerful shield against my father.
Scout doesn’t seem to be worried at all about Ty or my father. He’s been going about his day today like his story this morning didn’t shake the ground I walk on. Sully’s concern has been for me while Sparrow has been pacing around endlessly.
“You’re exhausting me,” Scout says with a yawn. “Sit down already.”
Sparrow shoots him an incredulous glare. I’m with Sparrow on this one.
“Why aren’t you worried?” Sparrow demands. “Ty showed up here. Here. At our fucking apartment, man. How can you sit there and be so chill about this?”
Scout runs his fingers through Heathen’s fur. “I told you. I took care of shit. Unlike you two.”
“How?” Sully asks. “Your methods aren’t exactly awesome.”
“They’re effective,” Scout says with a wide grin. “Now calm the fuck down before you give yourself an ulcer, little brother.”
“Good idea. I’m going to the gym,” Sparrow huffs out. “I need to blow off some steam.”
His gaze lingers on me for a moment and then he leaves to change into his workout clothes. Sully sidles up beside me, slinging an arm over my shoulders.
“You okay?” Sully asks, kissing the side of my head.
I can’t help but melt in his comforting hold. Sparrow stalks past us a few minutes later, giving his brother an icy glare, before leaving the apartment. Scout laughs at his dramatic exit and then motions for Della to come help him in the kitchen.
As she takes his hand and he limps away, I can’t help but think how much I appreciate his kindness toward her. For whatever reason, she’s glued herself to his side today. They don’t try to communicate with each other, but instead do it with smirks and smiles. Like they just get each other. If I wasn’t stressed to the max over this new revelation about Ty, I’d find it completely adorable that Della could turn someone like Scout into a big teddy bear.
“You need to chill,” Sully says. “You’re tense as fuck.”
Of course I can’t relax. It’s not that simple.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “We’ll watch a movie or something in my room until dinner is ready.”
Della is now perched on the counter like a little bird, watching Scout with rapt attention as he pulls things out of the refrigerator. I give her a wave and then let Sully guide me to his room. He shuts the door behind us, locking it.
A thrill of excitement chases away the uneasy feeling I’ve had all day.
“Sparrow leaves and you’re going to fuck me now?” I ask, unable to keep the taunting grin off my face. “Smooth getting me here under the guise of watching a movie.”
He rolls his eyes. “My intentions were noble, I assure you, but if you’re wanting to relax the old-fashioned way, I’m happy to serve.”
“What’s the old-fashioned way?”
He walks over to me until his scent is invading my nostrils and his solid body is looming over mine. His mouth finds my ear and he crudely licks the inside making me squeal. Hot breath tickles the wet flesh as he says, “With my tongue.”
“Your tongue?”
“You won’t be able to think straight, much less worry, by the time I’m done with you.”
“You don’t want to fuck?” I ask, astonished. “You just want to eat pussy?”
“I’ve been craving another taste of your honey, honey, ever since you let me get my mouth on you. It was rushed and I didn’t get to do what I wanted.”
Oh. Wow. He’s serious.
“You…” My cheeks burn hot. “That time in the bathroom was the only time I’ve…”
His eyes burn with fiery lust. “Still?”
“Still.”
“Those bastards don’t know how to please a girl.” His lips kick up in a roguish smile. “Take your pants off. I want to get between your thighs, Landry.”
I melt a little at his words. It’s exhilarating knowing he wants to do this to me.
“Sully…”
His hands find the button on my jeans and he unfastens it. “I like when you say my name.”
These guys and me saying their names.
“Sully,” I breathe, running my fingers through his messy dark hair. “I’m nervous.”
He captures my mouth for a soul-shattering kiss. I notice the way he flicks his tongue and slides it over mine, keenly aware he will probably use the same tricks on my pussy. A gasp leaves me as he pushes my jeans down my thighs. He breaks our kiss to push my panties down as well.
“I want you naked and sitting on my face, honey.” He winks at me. “I’m going to get you so fucking messy.”
Fire burns down my spine, settling in my core. An aching need possesses me. I can’t shed my clothes fast enough. He also strips down, giving me a glorious view of his perfect, sculpted body. Where his brothers have some ink, Sully is tattoo-free.