One Look (The Sullivan Family, #1)

by Lena Hendrix

“I’m not sure. I only ever knew him as Mr. Bowlegs. Usually just Bowlegs for short.”

I feel like I'm in on a secret having read the king family series first knowing bow legs is actually alive lmao 😅

“I call you Pickle because sometimes you’re sweet and sometimes you’re sour.”

Her ponytail was lopsided, but despite the late-night YouTube tutorials between game-film playbacks, I still hadn’t come close to mastering a french braid. That shit was pure witchcraft.

His masculine, protective vibe was sexy—there was no denying that—but I’d been given a job, and I doubted banging the brooding grump just to see if he’d crack a smile was part of the performance. But seriously, who doesn’t love a grumpy DILF?

I knew damn well his name was Wyatt, but if he was going to be such a grouch, then Oscar it was.

I want to trace that line of sweat with my tongue. I want to feel him get hard in my hands. I want my mouth on him. Goddamn, he’s huge. What would it feel like to be stretched open by a cock like that? Maybe he’d let me find out. I bet he could stalk over here and rail me against these rocks and I’d never be the same. He could tear me apart and I’d fucking love it.

When you’re bare-ass naked and you hear a shriek that sounds like it came from the depths of hell, I dare you to not piss yourself.

I was just messing around. Mostly. When she tipped up one eyebrow, I knew I was done for. Oh man. I think I fucked up.

Without shame, she walked slowly toward the edge of the lake, gently rising out of the water like some sea goddess, and I stared like the lowly peasant I was.

Lark turned, her defiant little chin still high in the air. With her arms spread wide, she lowered herself into a curtsy before taking off up the path and out of view. I fought the playful laughter that threatened to rumble in my chest.

After only a few minutes, it became apparent that the Bluebird Book Club was a facade for the women of Outtatowner to come together in secret to gossip, solve problems, and maybe even just be themselves. I immediately fell in love.

But I also couldn’t halt dark thoughts of Lark pinned under me. I rose and peered down at her. Fuck it.

Goddamn, something in me wanted Lark Butler to be mine.

That night I had a fitful night’s sleep where I imagined how differently things would have gone had I accepted Wyatt’s invitation. The dangerous rumble of his voice when he ground out “Inside” still sent a shiver through me. Stupid. Stupid, Lark.

“You’re about to get a face full of something. There is no graceful way to maneuver this so . . . boobs or butt?” This time he was grinning right at me. “Well, I am kind of an ass man.”

“Look, I don’t know what got into me.” Sure I do. Royal was moving in on something that was mine, and I didn’t fucking like it.

God, she tasted bright and amazing and altogether irresistible.

Lark Butler meant chaos and complications.

He looked at me, confusion clouding his vision.

There were signs that bowlegs was alive, obv the twin that didn't meet her lol

Penny rolled her eyes at me like I was the simplest human on the planet. “Daddy . . . we ate him!” Lee’s barking laugh erupted into the evening air while Joey turned and puked into Tootie’s rosebushes.

LAUGHING so hard 🤣🤣🤣

“You got to watch me while I came. Now I get to taste you while you do.”

“Wyatt, please.” “That’s right. Beg for it.” “Oh my god, please. Please.”

As he stood over me, grinning, Wyatt slipped a condom from his back pocket. I lifted an eyebrow. “You came prepared.”

“I walked up those stairs knowing I was going to fuck you.”

“Oh god Wyatt. This dick—” He was setting a delicious, brutal pace, fucking me hard, just as he promised. “Maybe next time I’ll even let you gag on it.”

I am gagged!

If fucking your boss and neighbor was always like that but also meant lighting your entire life on fire? Then hand me the matches.

Let it burn baby 👏🏼🔥

This woman is everything. “You want me to fuck that pretty little face?”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

“You are so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you.”

I groaned and had never felt more connected to another human being. She was everything.

I needed every part of her touching every part of me as I poured myself into making her feel good.

Still, it was hard to not let myself get lost in wondering what it might be like to be chosen by a man like Wyatt Sullivan.

He shot me a wicked grin. “You didn’t think I was going to fuck you without tasting this pussy first, did you?”

I was falling for Wyatt Sullivan. Hard.

Oh, and on the off chance you are Words of Affirmation—you make our lives better. I care about you. Would have been nice to say that to your face before you ran out the door in a panic. My heart clunked and I couldn’t breathe. Wyatt had listened to my ramblings about love languages? Holy shit. I care about you too. Next time I’ll try not to run. Wyatt It’s okay if you do. I’ll chase you down.

If anyone had told me a wanderer would become Outtatowner’s golden girl, I could have guessed that would be Lark.

She’d tipped my whole world, somehow set it right side up, and all it had taken was one look.