“My dad is abusive,” I rush out, needing for this man to understand. That we’re not spoiled runaways. We’re running for our lives. “Because he’s rich, he gets away with it. It’s safe here. With them.”
Leo frowns, studying me with new eyes. The shift from angry to understanding happens within a second. I’m relieved that my words, somehow, seem to get through to him.
“And these guys are better?” Leo asks. When Sparrow starts to speak up, he cuts him off with a wave of his hand, boring his gaze into me. “If they’re hurting you, we can walk out of here right now. Together.”
“It’s safe,” I assure him, lifting my chin. “The safest I’ve ever felt.”
Though he seems surprised by this answer and mildly put off by the smug grin Sparrow shoots at him, he continues on. “How old is your sister?”
“Six.”
“He hurt her too?”
I nod, fighting tears. “If I didn’t do a good enough job to protect her, he would.”
“I understand.” Leo’s voice is soft. I believe him when he says it. “That should never have happened to you.” He breaks our stare to look at each of the triplets. “Lucian has to know we’re involved in a high-profile police investigation. The ripple effect is endless on something like this. We need to stay ahead of it.”
“Thank you,” I say to him.
He purses his lips. “How did you get involved with these guys anyway?”
That’s a long and complicated answer.
Scout doesn’t let me reply, interjecting. “Sparrow was taking some college courses and met her.”
He’s leaving out a lot of the story, but I don’t offer more.
“Right.” Leo shakes his head. “Whatever. What matters now is keeping these two safe. The fact that the apartment’s not in your name will buy you a little time. Lie low. Do not go out in public until I have a solution.
“Lie low?” Sparrow grunts. “Maybe we should pack up and leave this city tonight.”
I’m not hating that idea. At all.
Leo scratches at his jaw, his brows furling as he thinks. “Give me until the morning to find a secure place.”
“Until the morning,” Sparrow agrees. “And then we’re gone with or without your help.”
My big dream of getting the hell out of this city is being realized. And better yet, the triplets are going to go with us. Hope curls tendrils around my heart and latches on.
Leo glares. “Don’t take a risk with their lives to prove you’re a prick. Can you just accept that I’m trying to keep you out of prison and sit tight?”
“Accepted.” Scout gives him a mock salute. “Is that all? We have a date for an orgy and you’re wasting precious seconds.”
Sully groans and Sparrow shakes his head. Meanwhile, my face burns hot with embarrassment. Scout grins in that evil way of his that makes me crazy.
Leo ignores Scout’s comment. “We’ll talk soon.”
As soon as he’s out the door and it’s locked, I shoot Scout a nasty glare. “Seriously?”
“What?” Scout asks, smirking. “I was telling the truth.”
Maybe I don’t have to make a big deal out of this thing with us. Maybe it’s just…inevitable. I need to just let the black hole suck me in and stop fighting it.
Sparrow fights a smile. “Man, I’m kinky, but not that fucking kinky. I’m not into incest, bro.”
“Because it should be said,” Sully chimes in, “I’m not into it either. Any of you dudes touch my dick and I’m going to fuck you up.”
“Now that you guys have provided an admittedly hot image in my head, I can’t un-think it,” I say, teasing. “Are you sure you don’t want to get a little freaky with each other?”
Sully tickles me and I cackle with laughter. Eventually, he gives up, shutting me up with his mouth instead. I moan at his deep kiss, those mental images of the three of them rolling around in the sheets together still burning brightly in my head.
“What if…” I nip at his bottom lip and pull back. “What if I want your dicks to touch?”
Scout laughs and Sully smirks.
“I knew you were a kinky fucker,” Sparrow says triumphantly. “To be honest, I’ll touch anyone’s dick, even my brothers’, if it means getting a chance to fuck you this time while they watch.”
Sully closes in with another soul-stealing kiss. When we break from our kiss, Scout and Sparrow are gone.
“Ready for bed?” Sully asks, his voice deep and thick with lust.
“Yes,” I murmur. “Are we really doing this?”
“Yes, honey, we are.” His brow lifts. “You’re okay with it?”
“Yes.” The quiver of the word is telling of my nerves.
He nuzzles his nose against mine. “We won’t hurt you. Promise.”
“I know.”
I do know that.
They’re willing to share me and I’m willing to travel down this road with them.
He stands with me in his arms and carries me from the living room into Scout’s room. Once inside, I see them both. Waiting for us. Sparrow is sitting in a chair, sprawled out and gloriously naked like a god or a king on a throne.