Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I had no desire to argue or even call out to the man whom I had just had sex with, allowing my hand to fall open in Rye’s outstretched palm.
Rye’s eyes met mine, and he shook his head. “I can’t believe you did something so stupid.”
I sat in silence. I had no good excuse and all the spit and vinegar had left my body—or more like had been strapped and then fucked out of me by one large cock.
Gradually, he began to remove the thorns, working his way up each arm and down each leg. The moment his hands began to roam, I flashed back to his truck—how he’d kissed me, pulled me onto his lap, unbuttoned my blouse, cupped my…
“You all right?”
The question pulled me from the memory, and I nodded because how could I admit I wasn’t? I knew he wasn’t asking about my mental state—that question was one I’d have to consider at length and in private. After a moment, he nodded as well and returned to his examination. I was stunned by how gentle his strong hands could be. Quite opposite from the hands of Jay that had held me in place and had wielded a strap against me. Rye’s touch was warm and soft.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” He didn’t look up as his attention was focused intently on each thorn.
His question had me realize I’d given a soft moan at his touch. Still, I huffed. “Your brother wasn’t concerned about that when he was strapping me in the woodshed.”
Rye continued to remove the thorns, never making eye contact. “We both know you had that coming. Be glad we decided to let him handle it instead of each of us taking a turn. Your punishment could have been a hell of a lot worse.”
“Honestly? Did you just use the word punishment like it’s normal to say to a grown woman? You actually think I had a strapping coming? You can’t be serious.”
Rye plucked the last thorn out of my arm. “I am. If you’d obeyed and not acted like a rebellious teenager sneaking out the window we all heard you fall from, it wouldn’t have been necessary.” He finally looked up. “So, not only do I know you had a strapping coming, you now know there will be more where that one came from if you don’t behave.” He ran his fingers along my arms, my legs and then my hands tenderly. “I think I got them all out. Can you feel any more?”
My head spun with all the different sensations coursing through me. My body stung from all the thorns and scrapes. My ass burned from both the strapping and the fucking I’d received, and my inner core still throbbed with desire. I’d had a small taste of his fingers on me…
I wanted more.
I wanted more of Rye’s touch… and what was totally confusing was that I didn’t particularly care however he chose to give it. Hard and demanding or soft and giving—it didn’t matter. Yes, there had to be something wrong with me. I was just with his fucking brother!
I needed to stop overthinking everything. It wasn’t like I was in a conventional situation. I’d been kidnapped by three brothers who expected me to play wife to them and act like we were all one big happy family. How could I expect I would act normal when my life was far from it? Still, I needed to try, right?
“No, I think you got them all. Thank you.”
Rye applied some ointment on the bigger scrapes and placed some bandages on the ones still bleeding.
“You’re welcome.” He packed up the first aid kit. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
My heart skipped a beat. If only he truly meant what he said. Spending a night in his bed—or in anyone’s bed—seemed like one hell of a good idea. Knowing that wasn’t what he meant at all, I followed him out of the kitchen and up the stairs with disappointment weighing heavy.
When we reached the hallway between all the individual bedrooms, we both paused in awkward silence. There was something about Rye that made me want to wrap my arms around him and entice my way into his bed, or perhaps invite him into mine. But at the same time, I wanted to strangle the jerk. I wanted to kill every single one of the Barrett Brothers in their sleep about as much as I wanted to… well… to fuck each one of them.
After tonight—and Jay having me admit my most hidden and taboo feelings—I wanted them all more than ever before. Was it that every one of them was incredibly good looking, their bodies so fit, so incredibly hard that I ached to run my hand… my lips, my tongue over every inch of their skin? Was it the strength, the overprotectiveness, and their dominance? I couldn’t figure it out.