Sway (Landry Family #1)(45)

“Yeah?”

“Trust your instincts. They’ll never let you down.”





Barrett

STEAM ROLLS OUT OF THE bathroom as I push the door open. It follows me into the bedroom. I pull the towel tighter around my waist, feeling better after the near-scalding water beat down on me for awhile.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand and I scurry across the room to get it. I haven’t seen Alison in a few days, not since the night she agreed to try things with me, and her calls and texts are the only bright spot in a never-ending life of exasperation.

The thought of her displayed just for me, her shy smile, her sweet voice makes my dick hard. I need to see her.

Picking up the phone and swiping it without looking at the screen, a wide grin is planted on my face when I answer. “Landry.”

“Hey, Barrett,” Daphne croons. “How are you, sugar?”

My eyes roll back in my head, my hand finding my hair. Stifling a groan that begs to erupt, I sit on the edge of my bed.

“Not much.”

An awkward pause settles over the line. Finally, she huffs, taking my lack of interest in her pussy personally. “Barrett? What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean. I haven’t heard from you, haven’t seen you around at all. What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing has gotten into me,” I mutter. “Look, Daph, I’m just busy these days.”

“Let me relieve some stress, sugar.”

I suck in a deep breath and wish I hadn’t answered this call. “That’s okay.”

“You never turned down pussy, especially when it’s mine, and I promise to wear that black lacy thong you love so much.”

Sighing, I try to keep composed. “I’m tired.”

“Too tired to fuck me, huh?” she tempts. “Remember how much you like it when I ride your cock? How you tell me how tight I am, how you love to watch my ass bounce on you when I ride you reverse cowgirl?”

“Daphne. Stop.”

“Why? It’s true. You love how wet I get for you.”

I look at the ceiling like there’s some divine intervention that’s going to happen by studying the crown moulding.

“Look,” I say, my voice raspy, “let’s not go there, Daph.”

I need to make her feel good about getting brushed off. I need her Dad’s endorsement; I can’t have her pissed. That’s not going to help anyone.

“Whoever you’re fucking right now isn’t going to last, Barrett. You know that. You always come back to me.”

“Why make this hard, Daph?”

“I always make it hard. You know that.”

I struggle to not roll my eyes. “Whether that’s true or not, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m busy tonight. And I will be tomorrow and the next night too, if you’re wondering,” I add.

“So it’s true,” she chirps. “You know our friends are saying she’s not one of us. That she might even be a waitress.”

“Excuse me?” I bellow. “What the fuck does that even mean and why in the hell is it any of your business?”

She laughs in the phone. “That says it all.”

“Don’t you talk about her like that. Like she’s beneath you somehow.”

“Defensive, are we? Wow. She must be a helluva lay to get the playboy Barrett Landry wound around her finger.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Daphne.”

Her laugher gets louder, causing my blood to nearly boil.

“That’s no way to talk to a lady,” she snaps.

“It’s a good thing I’m not talking to a lady then, isn’t it?”

“Touché.”

I hear her dog yap in the background, her doorbell rings. She laughs again.

“I gotta go, Barrett. I have company.”

“Hey, Daph?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t call me again.”

I end the call and toss my phone on the bed. It sinks into my blankets and I wish I could sink in with it.

There’s a raw spot in my gut that I can’t shake. Daphne is a cocktail waiting to explode. She always has been, it’s a part of her DNA. Normally it doesn’t matter, but now that Alison is woven in this situation, it’s unnerving.

I’ve always handled Daphne with some charm and cock; I can’t do that now. Moreover, withholding both from her will only direct any reaction to Alison, the one person I don’t want to feel the crazy.

Picking my phone back up, Alison answers in a few rings.

“Hello?” she asks sleepily.

“Hey, you.”

“Barrett,” she says. I hear sheets and blankets being moved around. “Are you okay? It’s late.”

I press my fingertips to my forehead. “Did I wake you? Or Huxley? I’m sorry. Shit.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” she says quickly. “You just scared me, that’s all.”

Blowing out a breath, I imagine what she looks like in bed with no makeup and some sleepy eyes. “I miss you.”

“Ah, Barrett. I miss you too.”

“How was your day? Did you get your paper done?”