“Maybe you deserve to bleed a bit for that bullshit you put us through.” Sully jerks to his feet and storms toward his room. “I’ve got shit to do.”
His bedroom door slams behind him hard enough to make the windows in the condo rattle. Heathen hisses toward the sound. Scout scratches under her chin until she snuggles against him, calming back down.
“You’re going to fuck her now, aren’t you?” Scout asks, a brow lifted in question. “Because it drives you crazy he’s kissed her. So competitive.”
“Screw off.” I flip him off again. “I’m not going to fuck her. She’s a job.”
Scout laughs and shrugs, seeing right through my words. I’m absolutely going to fuck her. Hopefully soon, too, so I can get this burning need out of my system.
I will get her out of my system.
I fucking better.
* * *
After pounding out my stress at the gym in our building, I make my way back into the condo. Scout is cooking something in the kitchen and Sully is frowning hard at his laptop at the dining room table. ASL books are spread around him like he’s the damn college student.
At first, I thought he wasn’t, but he’s really taking this shit seriously.
All the irritation I managed to beat into the punching bag swells up inside me once more. It’s so annoying how Sully always gets the girl. They always want to date him because he’s “boyfriend material.” Little do they know, he’s every bit the asshole Scout and I are. He just hides it better behind his broody persona that chicks seem to drool over.
Does Landry think he’s “boyfriend material”?
It makes me want to out his ass right now. To tell her we’re all just fucking playing her because we were told to. Because it’s our position in this new “family” we found ourselves in when Winston Constantine broke ours apart.
But, if I tattle on our whole charade, not only will Landry refuse to speak to me or see me, Bryant will lose his mind. The guy is a weasel, but he’s got fangs too. You don’t do someone like him dirty unless you want to get shredded in return. Hard pass. I’m not about to lose everything just because I’m pissed at my brother.
I need to get laid.
There are several past hookups that would jump at the possibility to blow me.
Ignoring both my brothers, I stalk into my bedroom and close the door. I take a quick shower and then wrap a towel around my waist, not bothering to get dressed. I sprawl out on my bed and pick up my phone, ready to hunt for a piece of ass to take the edge off. What’s waiting for me is a text from Bryant.
Bryant: I need a guy who can wear a suit and command a room this weekend. And that’s you. Your brother will fill in for you.
Fill in for me?
It takes two seconds for me to realize he means at school.
Me: Sully can be your suit guy.
Bryant: It has to be you. Head out Friday morning. Pack a bag and a couple of your nicest suits. I already texted Scout. He’ll take your place.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Me: Scout? Seriously?
The dots move and stop a couple of times. I know I’ve pissed him off. It’s time to back off even though my mind is screaming at me to argue until I get my way.
Me: I’ll be ready.
Bryant: That’s what I thought. You’ll be rewarded for your compliance.
Prick.
I consider throwing my phone across the room but opt for swiping the lamp off my nightstand instead. It crashes to the hardwood floor, making a loud clatter. Taking a deep breath, I exhale and then reply back to him.
Me: I need Landry Croft’s number.
He immediately responds back with it. It bothers the fuck out of me that he has it and so ready to use it. Almost like he knew one of us would end up asking for it.
Once I’ve cooled off, I dial the number, not bothering to thank Bryant for the number. A sweet, feminine voice answers on the second ring.
“Dirty Laundry.”
A beat of silence. “Chevy?”
My chest tightens and for a second, I’m no longer agitated. Her familiar voice is breathier over the phone and speaks straight to my cock.
“’Sup?”
“You seriously have the audacity to ask what’s up right now? How did you get my number?”
“Not hard to find when you’re looking.”
“Did you snoop while you were here?”
“Kind of difficult to snoop when you decided to put your tongue down my throat. I was a little distracted.”
She goes silent again. “We can’t do this, Ford.”
“So it’s a this now?”
“I can’t…” She trails off and then huffs. “I have to stay focused, especially at home.”
“Because of him?”
More silence.
“Laundry. Because of your dad?”
“You don’t understand.”
“No, I don’t. Did he hit you?”
“I’m not answering that question.”
“Answer it and I’ll hang up.”
“I guess we’ll be on the phone all night then.”
A smile tugs at my lips. I can almost imagine her sitting on top of a princess bed in silk pajamas and pouting. Fucking cute.
“What are you wearing?” I ask, chuckling when she scoffs at the question.
“We’re not doing that.”
“What?”
“Phone sex! Your hand up my shirt was enough for one day.”
The humor fades and a growl rumbles from me. “I touched your tits?”
“What’s wrong with you, Ford? Why do you act like two different people? I don’t understand you.”
Fuck.
“I’m sorry. Okay? I’m just…shit is fucked up lately and you’re the only part of my day that’s not.”
“See, when you’re not being a total dick, I actually like you.” She sighs as though this frustrates her, but I can sense her walls lowering a bit. “You’re lucky my dad got called back to the office tonight. Otherwise there’d be no way I’d tell you anything. But since he’s not here, I guess you can know that I’m wearing a nightgown.”
“A nightgown? What are you? Eighty?”
“Oh my God. Dick!”
I untie the knot of my towel and stroke my cock. “You called for my dick and now he’s wide awake. Does that mean you’re going to play with him?”
“Your cock isn’t a him. Is this really what people do when they have phone sex? It’s corny.”
A laugh barks out of me. “Corny? Babe, I have never once been told I’m corny when it comes to sex.”
“Now you have. And don’t call me babe.”
“Fine, Laundry. Take your panties off and play with me.”
Her breathing picks up and I lazily rub at my cock in tandem.
“Wanna FaceTime?”
“Are you insane?” she hisses.
Maybe I’m more like my brother than I’d like to admit.
“Just a bit. I want to see your lips part when you come.”
“Because you’re a pervert.”
“Scared?”
“Of you? No.”
“Then what’s the big deal?”
“I’m not that kind of girl.”
“Yet. Not that kind of girl yet.”