A primal, suffocating feeling of the need to possess and own her overtakes me. I want to force my come back into her body until I can regroup and gift her more. I want her so full of my seed, it runs out of her in a steady stream for days.
My scent. My bruising kisses. My come.
If I could mark her like she’s some kind of animal that belongs to me, I would. It’s maddening how deep inside my mind this girl has gotten. What’s more alarming is I don’t want her out.
I just want her.
“You came inside me,” she mutters. “Are you crazy?”
Shrugging, I push my dick a little deeper despite it softening. “I like filling you up.”
“Yeah, and keep doing it without protection, you’ll get me pregnant.”
I don’t hate that idea. At. All.
“I’m going to stay inside you forever,” I tell her, grinning. “You have to admit, it feels pretty good.”
She rolls her eyes, fighting a smile. “You really need me to praise you for your fucking skills?”
“Doesn’t every guy?”
Her amusement fades and her features harden. “This doesn’t make us an item, Sparrow. I’m still your captive.”
“What the fuck ever. You’re mine. I’ll take you and Della away from here. Just the three of us.”
Even as I say it, I know it can’t happen. Scout won’t let it. And I won’t be happy without my brothers. We’re tied together too tight for one of us to leave.
Which means she can’t either.
“I’m not sure what sort of fantasy you have in your head, but it doesn’t end that way for me. I’m not a happily-ever-after girl. My story never reaches the happy. You’ll learn soon enough for yourself.”
“I’ll make you happy,” I argue.
“Like you made me go to your room and made me talk and made me undress?”
“It’s not like that—”
“Sparrow, don’t delude yourself.”
I glower at her, imploring her to understand that this thing between us is solid and real. That I’ll take care of her and protect her.
She doesn’t get it.
“Can I please take a shower now? Alone?” she asks, her voice cold and clipped. “Or is that not allowed?”
I roll onto my side giving her the freedom she clearly wants. Her bouncy tits are still free of my claiming marks and if she wasn’t being such a brat right now, I’d take a minute to put my stamp on them. “We’re not done discussing this, Laundry.”
“We are, actually.” She climbs off the bed, my come making her thighs glisten. “And you get to tell your brothers what we did. That’s all on you.”
“They won’t say shit,” I growl.
She stops in the doorway of my bathroom, cocking her head to the side as she studies my boneless, sated form. “Like I said. You’re deluded.”
With those words, she escapes to the bathroom. I’m not delusional. Landry and I have a fucking connection. She’s slept with me twice now. Her body can’t deny what we have. If my brothers think they’re going to stand in the middle of that, they’re wrong.
Which means the four of us have to figure out how we’re going to make this work.
Chapter Eight
Landry
They’re not going to hurt me.
If they wanted to, they’d have done it already.
Sure, I’m their “captive,” but it’s not like being imprisoned in my own home with Dad. They’re sheltering me and Della. That’s not captivity. That’s safety. My plans of escape were kind of shifty to begin with. So, while I didn’t expect to land here with them, it’s not the worst thing.
We’re playing video games for God’s sake, eating candy, and listening to Radiohead.
It’s so…chill.
Although, Sparrow’s weighted stares are anything but chill, especially considering I’m a little sore still from having him inside me. Each look he sends my way I feel all the way between my legs.
I’m not sure if Sparrow told Sully we had sex or not, but maybe their triplet bond is all he needs to know it happened. Every so often, Sully will shoot Sparrow a nasty glare and me one of longing.
Sorry, bud. I can only deal with one of you at a time.
“Anything on the news?” I ask for the millionth time today, tossing away the video game controller.
“Nope,” Sparrow and Sully both say at once, not bothering to look up from their phones.
“Any word on Scout?”
“Nope.” Again with the robotic parrot response.
This calmness feels like a false sense of security. As much as I want to lean into it, I don’t feel like it’s permanent. It’s not like we can hide out in this apartment, playing video games and ignoring reality forever. I feel like I need to do something besides play Fortnite. Anything. My mind races as I try to conjure up what I’d be doing if I were home and this were any other evening.
Stressing.
I would be counting down the minutes, not out of boredom, but out of fear. Becoming more and more worried as the time when Dad would come home would get nearer.