19. Sutton

NINETEEN

SUTTON

“Holy shit.” I don’t cuss very often, but I can’t hold back when we step inside and I see my home, the place where my mom created so many memories, worked her fingers to the bone for to leave me something from her that would take a minimal amount of money, is destroyed.

“Yeah, I should have warned you. Wild tried to tidy up a few things after Shane left, but he was worried he’d throw something away,” Lawson states.

I walk through the pieces of furniture, a broken table here, a slashed couch there, punched walls every-freaking-where. Maybe some of them are even from him kicking the walls in. Who knows? And getting a truthful answer out of him will probably never happen.

“It’s okay. I mean it’s not, but everything of value was either in my bedroom or in the shed. Unless he managed to knock the door down to those places, everything should be fine.” I look at Ryland with hopefulness in my eyes.

“How about Lawson and Wild take a look at the shed? We’ll check your room. Load whatever you want in our trucks to take back home. My garage is empty, and you can store it in there until you figure out where you want it in our house.” I knew what Ryland and I have is rock solid, but hearing him call his house ours, well, it’s everything.

“Ryland.” It’s the same breathless tone he had me using last night and this morning. Only this morning, I rode his face then his cock, in that order. I’m not ashamed of my sexuality, but even I was apprehensive that he’d want to eat me when I was not what I’d call clean. Ryland had not one iota of trepidation. He licked me from ass to slit, over and over again. My fingers gripped the bottom of the headboard where the wood meets the mattress, my thighs trembling, and my head tipped back on my shoulders after I rode wave after wave. I felt like I was barely over one orgasm when he lifted me off his face and planted me on his cock. Then it was all me, each roll of my hips, the upward and downward motion, watching as his face flooded with the pleasure I created.

“Fuck me, I’m not taking you with my brother and our friend outside or anywhere near this place in its current state. When you say my name like that, though, it’s making me rethink my stance.” His hand cups the back of my neck, his fingers massaging my muscles. My eyes slide closed. I’m thinking about the way he let go inside of me. Each heavy spurt had me tightening my hold on his cock.

“Ry.” He walks me until my back meets the wall, his lips hovering an inch above mine.

“Later. We get this shit done, pick up our boy, have a family night, and then tonight, you’re mine, and I’m going to take my time, touch you everywhere, taste every last inch of you. And that baby I promised you, well, we’ll be working on that, too,” he promises with his words and with his body. I can feel his cock, hot and heavy, pressed against my center. Our combined jeans do nothing to conceal our want for one another.

“Yes, please.” His lips land on mine, and his mouth practically devours me, lips and tongue, soft and hard, and everything in between. My hands grip his trim waist, one leg hiking over his hip, spreading myself open for a pleasure only he can sate. I’m lost in the moment, losing myself in the man I love. All my worries seem to disappear anytime he’s near me, and I’m finding myself adoring him more each and every time.

“Fuck me.”

“You said that already,” I reply, licking my lips.

“It’s worth repeating.” He takes a step back, my leg slides down his, and he cups both of my cheeks. “About to get to more heavy stuff, hoping like hell this will be the last time until we hear back from the district attorney.” I inhale his scent, allowing it to ground me because he’s right. When that happens, it’s going to be a long and hard process.

“Alright.” My voice is still breathless, but what can I say? Even during the rough times, Ryland does this to me.

“You’re making it impossible for me to keep my head on straight.” Ryland shakes his head, more than likely getting his thoughts together, and I wait for him patiently. “I’m not asking you to make a decision today, but do you know what you want to do with the place?” I notice he doesn’t call this my home. He’d be right because this house is four walls and a roof. My home is wherever Ryland and Case are.

“Obviously, I’m not staying here. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, which I don’t. That being said, it needs work, a lot of it. Mom paid the house, and I’ve kept up on the taxes, so I’m thinking it could be a rental?” She put so much into this place that I’d hate to sell it as is when it could turn a profit eventually. I could put the money up for Case and any future children we earn from it. The bad part is, I don’t have much of a cushion to fall back on while fixing this place up.

“Think that’s damn smart. I’ll get the brothers out here to rip out the carpet, patch the drywall, get some paint on the inside and outside, plus a few minor repairs, and you should be able to get it on the market. When you’re ready to upgrade more, do it at the end of a lease when someone moves out.” Ryland makes it all sound easy. Maybe it is and I’m overthinking the whole process.

“I’d like that. I can’t pay you much, but I can help here and there.” It’s the least I can do. Between healing, school, and work it’ll be tight. I’ve had it worse and made it work.

“We have everything. Got the manpower, the drywall, and paint from my place. I’m willing to bet there’s hardwood beneath the carpet, which will just need a good staining. It’ll be minimal cost, and even then, let your man cover you, yeah?” I nod, thinking maybe I should pinch myself feeling like this is an alternate reality.

“Yeah, I will.” Giving in is easy. I’m sure later on, I’ll dwell on the conversation, rehash it during the nights I can’t sleep and come up with some way to pay everyone back.

“That fucking whore, she’s dead!” Ryland’s jaw clenches, and he spins around, keeping me behind his back. Shane’s car is parked along the street since the trucks are blocking the driveway, and he’s marching his way up the small walkway. The front door is open because we’re supposed to be moving things out of the house.

“Get your brother!” Wild states, coming out of nowhere and charging at Shane. It’s then I realize Ryland is hoofing it toward the front door. I run after him, or try to; my legs aren’t nearly as long as his. Ry’s one step is two of mine, but Lawson enters the doorway just as Ryland is right there.

“Ry, get it together. You in jail right along with him isn’t going to do Sutton a bit of good,” Lawson says.

“Sounds pretty fuckin’ good to me right about now,” Ryland seethes, fighting his brother’s hold.

“Then think about this: you gonna leave your woman and your son alone? He could bond out. You wanna leave them unprotected?” Ryland shakes his head once. “That’s what I thought.”

“Ryland, he’s not worth it. Please, stay with me,” I plead. The two brothers are blocking the view of Wild and Shane. My heart rate has yet to settle down, and chills take over my body. There are so many what-ifs running through my mind as tears stream down my cheeks and my body trembles. Ryland must notice the tone in my voice isn’t okay.

“Let me go. I need to get to Sutton.” He pushes away from Lawson, and I’m wrapped up in his warmth in less time than I can blink the tears from my eyes.

“Don’t leave me, don’t ever leave me,” I mumble into his chest. The outside world disappears when I’m in his arms as he lowly coos soft words back to me.

“Love you, babe. Love you so damn much. I’d never leave you.”

“You love me?” I lift my head and look up through tear-stained eyes.

“Fuck yes, I do.” Ryland’s nose slides along mine. “Haven’t said it, but you clearly need to hear it. You deserve to hear it. And I’ll tell you how much I love you from now until the day I meet my maker.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I say with a smile. His lips meet mine, and the noise from outside doesn’t seep in. I’m trusting that Lawson and Wild have everything under control with Shane, and knowing those two men, they absolutely do.