Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Heat filled his eyes. “Is my good girl feeling naughty today?”
“Your good girl doesn’t think you have it in you to spank her. She thinks you might be all talk no action.”
Suddenly she was lifted off the counter, then spun so she faced the island. His hand went to the back of her neck, pressing her down so her chest was against the cool countertop.
Then his other hand went to Steele’s T-shirt that she was still wearing. She’d snuck down here when Steele had gotten a phone call he’d had to take.
And sure, he might have told her to stay put. But since when did she listen?
“What’s your safeword, Little girl?”
“Spinach.”
Oh shit. She might be in trouble here.
“You’ll use it if you need to. Now part your legs as far as you can.”
She pressed her legs apart, swallowing heavily. Then the hand around the back of her neck shifted, drifting down her back. She relaxed slightly. Maybe he was thinking better of this.
“Stick that ass out. Right out. That’s a good girl. Still being good even when you’re naughty.”
She wasn’t really naughty. Was she?
“You’re a naughty girl trying to goad me into giving what you want from me and for not telling me what the fuck that bitch is saying in your head.”
She jolted at that. “My nan wasn’t a bitch.”
“She makes you feel like you can’t be you. She says things that make you feel small. I don’t like that. And the deal was that you purge that stuff from your head, wasn’t it? By telling us. Did you do that when I asked you what she said?”
“No,” she whispered.
“No. You didn’t. Which is naughty. And naughty girls get punished.” He slid a hand between her legs, cupping her mound before running fingers along her slick lips. “God, you’re totally wet. So beautiful.”
“Grady.”
“Are you going to take your spanking for me? Be my good girl again?”
“Yes,” she cried.
“Yes, you are. Because you are my good girl.” He slid his hand away and smacked it down on her ass.
She jumped, more at the noise than the pain. His hand kept spanking her, not touching the same spot twice. Soon, her breath was coming fast and she was close to tears.
That’s when he stopped and rubbed the heat into her bottom.
“God, this ass. There are men who would give everything to touch this ass. To have you. To possess you. And you thought it was going to be a pity cuddle?”
“Grady.” She tried to move, but he put a heavy hand down on her upper back.
“Stay still. You don’t have permission to move.”
She’d definitely bitten off more than she could chew. Now, she was bent over the counter, her stinging ass on display and her feet were also strangely sore. Although she didn’t give them much thought.
“I have to tell you something.”
“You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“I owe you this. I can’t expect you to open up and share with me if I’m not willing to do the same. But, fuck, no one knows all of this except Steele and it’s fucking hard to talk about.”
She tried to move again and this time he let her. She turned to look up at him. Reaching up, she cupped his cheek, not pulling away again.
“I don’t want you to hesitate to touch me. I don’t want you to hesitate when it comes to anything about me. I don’t want you to regret letting me be a part of this.”
She frowned, confused by that. “No one is letting you be a part of this. You just are a part of this.”
He glanced away.
“I don’t know much about being in a relationship, let alone one with two men. But I figure that nothing works without clear communication. And we said we’d try. So here goes . . . we aren’t just letting you be a part of this, Grady. Without you, there is no this. Because I don’t want to be without you. I want you in my life, Thomas Grady. Forever.”
He gaped down at her.
“And I know it’s probably too soon. And you might think you need to run for the hills because this crazy woman just said she wants you forever. But you know what? I’m going to run after you, Thomas Grady! And then when I catch you, I’m going to tackle you. And then I’m gonna be really mad because I don’t like to run! This body wasn’t made for running. These boobs need a heavy-duty, super-strength sports bra before they even think about running. So when I tackle you, I’ll likely have poked myself in the eye with one of my tits. But I don’t care. Because you are a part of this. So deep in that you’re woven into the fabric . . . and are you ever gonna to shut me up? Because I really think you should.”