Sully (The Brotherhood, #3)

by Penelope Black

I used to think love was for fools, and then she crashed into my life, and everything I thought was bullshit was true.

All the bad shit that still waits for me. I know deep in my gut that she’s the only good thing in my life.

I watch as someone drags the only girl I ever loved—fuck it, the girl I still love—away while some fucked-up invisible barrier traps me in some kind of purgatory hell.

I throw up a prayer to a god I don’t believe in to keep my girl safe and surrender to the encroaching darkness.

I was remade in the cabin in the woods. And I’ve been forged in this fire. And like a phoenix, I will rise anew.

“There are very few people in the world fortunate enough to meet their soul mates. Even fewer are those who meet while they’re this young. I think it’s a gift. You’re a gift, birdie. To me. And to my brothers. And I’ll raze the world to keep you. You know that, don’t you?”

I tip my head back, and he places a kiss on my lips without me having to ask. A girl could get used to this kind of attentiveness.

My dad used to tell me that there's no easy way to do something. That the only way to get to the other side of something is to follow the steps, stay on course. You just have to do it. Of course, that was about my dance recital, and I was eight. But the same principle can be applied to anything—to everything, really.

"Strange is one way to describe it. But I also might use enchanting, mesmerizing … fateful.”

"I do. Love you, I mean." I watch in wonder as the words leave my lips and infiltrate his consciousness. It takes precious seconds, but the transformation is beautiful. It's something I don't think I'll ever forget, not for as long as I live. I mentally pocket the memory up and tuck it inside my soul for safekeeping.

"I've been waiting my whole life to hear someone say those words to me and mean them. And I—I don't deserve you, baby girl, but I'll spend the rest of my life worshipping you."

Wolf

By a strange twist of fate, I think I found my home in the same day. Here, with these Fitzgerald boys. Though boys doesn't really fit them, but in my mind, that's what they are. Sometimes they're more like predators in the wild, fighting and snarling at anyone who threatens them. Other times, they embody the gods I often think of them as, staking their claim on the land and its people.

And I don't mean this apartment is home, though it's a gorgeous place from what I saw. I mean with them. I think . . . I think I might go anywhere with them.

"There's always room for you, James. Always. When I'm old and gray and dancing among the stars, there will always be a reserved spot on my dance card with your name on it, James Fitzgerald.”

“Punk Rock Princess” by Something Corporate—her

“Fuck my shoulder. I’ve got my girl in my hands again. I’m flying high, princess. Nothing can stop me.”

“Aye, princess. I’ve always been yours.”

“You’re incredible, Alaina. And fuck me if I don’t still fucking love you,”

“You’re going to make me come if you keep that up—” His words end on another moan as I roll my hips again and again. He tenses for a moment, and then I feel his hot cum inside me. He rests his forehead against my chest, his hair tickling my skin and his hot breaths fanning my pebbled nipple. “Goddamn, princess. That was fucking incredible.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you guys. Thank you.”

“It’s us who are undeserving, baby girl. But we’re also selfish assholes, and I’m hoping that by the time you realize that, you’ll already be so in love with us that you won’t even think about leaving.”

The physical act of touch is something I didn’t know I was missing until Wolf came into my life. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

This feels like they’re teasing me with the promise of forever.

But what do you call what the four of us have? What do you call an emotional connection that binds you to three different men equally? Mine.

We’re walking a fine line, the four of us. One day, something—or someone—is going to snap, and the three of them will pounce on me together. I look forward to the day it happens. I shiver as I fantasize about Rush losing control, Sully letting go, and Wolf having free rein.

“I know it’s a little hypocritical of me to ask you three to share me even though I’m not willing to share each of you. So, I won’t hold it against you if you want to bail.”

"Grief for losing someone. Grief for the loss of possibility. Joy at having all of you in my life. Guilt for feeling joy during such a sad time."

"You don't need to feel guilty for feeling two different emotions at the same time, even if they're on the opposite spectrum of emotions. Whatever you're going through is unique to you, and you don't have to apologize for it. But most of all, you're not alone, baby girl."

“You are so beautiful, Red. So fucking beautiful, and so fucking mine.”

My breath catches at the sight of him—head bent, hair tousled, and those dark, expressive eyes zeroed in on me beneath hooded lids. He looks every bit the dark god I always imagine him as. And he’s on his knees for me, begging to pay fealty and worship me.

“The next time you come, it’s going to be on my cock.”

Wolf lifts his head, his lips shiny with my arousal, and says, “I won’t deny our girl. Will you?” “No. I won’t deny her anything. Not in this life or any other.” Rush stares at me with a burning intensity that I feel in my soul.

“You feel like fucking heaven, baby girl. I can feel you clenching around my cock.”

Rush pulls me in for a bruising kiss. “You’re everything, Alaina.”

“I—I think I’m going to come again.” His pouty lips curved into a carnal grin. “I want to feel you soak my cock, birdie.”

“Fuck, baby. You keep clenching around me like that, and I’m never going to leave.”

“I love your mouth, princess. But I wanna feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock.”

“Fuck me, Lainey. You’re fucking soaked.”

I could definitely get used to this—having three boyfriends who take care of all my needs.

Fuck me. I don’t know what it says about my psyche or whatever, but when Red talks all murderous like that, I wanna bend that tight ass over the nearest surface and fucking worship her and her dark thoughts.

It's like I'm having my very own sexual awakening. But like times three. I don't know how else to explain it. It's like my hormones threw a party, got a taste of them, and now they're fucking ravenous.

Using his grip, he pulls me into him, his mouth meeting mine in a soul-shattering kiss. My nipples tighten and something low in my stomach clenches. This—this is why I push him. He's got so much passion bottled up and buried that when he lets himself go, it's an explosion. And I'm going to reap the rewards with a fucking smile on my face.

"Nothing to remedy, princess. I'm not your boyfriend." He leans in, so his lips graze mine with each syllable. "I'm your motherfucking man." He crushes his mouth to mine, our lips sliding against one another, fighting for dominance. Victory sings in my veins.

“It’s alright. We’ll figure it out together, yeah?” She looks at me with her big whiskey eyes, and I know that she believes me wholeheartedly. And because of that, I make a promise to the fucking universe that I’ll deliver on it. No matter what.

I’m ready to begin my next journey, and with Wolf, Rush, and Sully next to me, I know it’s going to be the best thing I’ve ever experienced. A once-in-a-lifetime sort of cosmic love.