Sparrow hugs me from behind. I relax against him, enjoying the happiest moment I’ve ever known.
“We could make our escape now,” Sparrow murmurs against my ear.
“To the courthouse?”
“I was going to say to the nearest closet so I could fuck you into getting me the answer I want, but if you’re giving up now…”
I laugh and shake my head. “You’re going to have to work for it.”
“You love my tongue.”
“Not as much as she loves mine,” Sully offers. He winks at me, making my pussy clench in response.
“He worships my pussy,” I agree. “You like to smack it around.”
“Don’t act like you don’t come like a wild banshee when I smack your clit.”
“Just saying,” I huff. “He worships it. Maybe you should, too.”
“The only thing Sparrow worships is your asshole and his reflection in the mirror,” Sully says with a wide grin. “When we finally knock you up, we’ll know it wasn’t his sperm that won the race. Kind of hard to travel from the ass to the pussy to make our babies.”
It’s true. Sparrow is the only one who fucks me in the ass. I think he’s deemed it his. Now that Scout’s back home, I wonder if he’ll be able to hold on to that piece of real estate for much longer.
“Nap time,” Sparrow grumbles. “Call us when the pancakes are ready. Laundry needs her beauty rest.”
I don’t reward him with a reply to that rude-ass statement and pull out of his hold.
“I’m going to take you upstairs and prove to you who eats pussy better,” Sparrow says, trying to grab me. “Come on. Don’t be like that, Laundry. I’m just fucking with you.”
Della throws a wooden spoon at Sparrow and it bounces off his head.
“Dude, what the fuck?” He rubs at his forehead and scowls at her. “Your little sister is a dick. How do you say ‘dick’ in sign language anyway?”
I sign to Della, Thanks for rescuing me from the dummy.
This earns me a smack to the ass from Sparrow.
“Children, behave,” Scout says, pointing to the kitchen table. “Set the table and sit your asses down.”
All the teasing and bickering fills my heart with a joy I’ve never known until this moment.
“I’ll make it up to you later,” Sparrow promises, winking at me.
“You better.”
I know the second Della is asleep because my handsome trio creep in on me. Maybe to others, they’re assholes or monsters. To me, they’re everything. They’re my lovers, apparently my future husbands, the saviors I didn’t know I needed until they’d already saved me.
They may not be heroes to anyone else, but they’re my heroes.
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