Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
He slapped her ass. Hard. “Teaching you to give me the slightest bit of respect when I’m in jail for you.”
“I did not ask you to…” she began.
He smacked those cheeks again. “To what? To stop that man from putting his hands on you?”
“Bay, he could have hurt you,” she argued.
Bay snorted and so did Shane.
“Somehow I don’t think that one was going to put up much of a defense when it came to another man.” Shane moved ahead and opened the door that led down to the basement and the playroom Trev, Beth, and Bo were so generous with.
He walked into the space. They hadn’t had a lot of time to play while they’d been here. Oh, they’d had a shit ton of sex. At least twice a day, and sometimes more since Brooke seemed happy to spend her nights with one of their mouths on her pussy. He knew the taste of that woman like nothing before. He would die thinking about it, with the taste of her on his mouth.
The dungeon Trev and Bo had built was small but stunning. He’d spared no expense. The floors were a dark wood with rolled-up soft rugs so their sweet sub wouldn’t knock her knees on the hardwood.
There was a big bed to one side, with under-the-mattress restraints to hold a sub in place, a St. Andrew’s Cross, a swing and a rigging setup, and the place he made a beeline for. The spanking bench. It was the Cadillac of spanking benches, with padded arms and legs and a soft place to rest her body. Shane had adjusted it to the perfect height, and Bay noted there was a tray prepared with lube and a plug and condoms.
There were plenty of paddles and whips and floggers, but he wanted to use his hands on that gorgeous ass.
He set her on her feet, and her hands immediately went to her hips, chin tilting up stubbornly. “What are you doing, Bailey Kent?”
He stared into those kick-him-in-the-gut eyes. There was so much about this woman that called to him. He could explain how he adored her intelligence and kindness. How her sassiness got his motor running. But there was some indefinable magnet that pulled him to her. It was a mystery, and he wouldn’t ever question it. He would honor their connection and always be grateful for it.
She was theirs.
“I’m going to spank you for yelling at me at the jail,” he announced.
Her lips kicked up. It was likely a combination of her amusement at his statement and the fact that she quite liked a spanking. And everything that came with it. “Well, it’s a family tradition. I assure you my sister-in-law has yelled at my brothers in that jail often. I’m following in her footsteps. Though it’s usually Max and not Rye.”
He knew things she didn’t. No one wanted to talk to her about her brother’s sexual proclivities. “Max does it because he and Rachel have a bargain.”
Shane stepped beside him, a knowing smirk on his face. “Everyone in town knows that.”
Brooke’s lips turned down. “I don’t know that. Do I want to know?”
Probably not, but he had a point to make. He moved closer, crowding her. “When Max gets thrown in jail, he owes Rachel a certain amount of sexual servitude. It appears your sister sometimes likes to take the top spot, if you know what I mean.”
Her face crinkled up and she laughed. “I can see that now. Yep, I did not want to know that.” She sobered, and a calculating gleam came into her eyes. “But the sexual servitude is for Max. He’s the sex slave. Ewww. I wish I hadn’t said that out loud.”
“Do you know what your sister-in-law does not do?” Bay wanted to make himself plain.
“If you are about to say not yell at Max, you’re wrong, babe.”
Such a brat. And probably right. “Well, that’s not how we’re going to do it. I’m going to negotiate with you. I promise to get hauled in on a regular basis, and if, perchance, something does happen, you’re going to be respectful until such moment that we are in private and then I owe you.”
“We both do,” Shane added. “I think it’s bullshit that Max gets sex because he acts out and Rye gets what? To watch the kids? We all know I’m going to be the good one, so I’m putting my foot down. If Bay gets tossed into jail, I get to serve you sexually, too.”
A brilliant smile crossed her face. “You don’t think we’re moving too fast.”
Bay groaned. “I will marry you tomorrow.”
She softened and went on her toes to press a kiss to his lips and then to Shane’s. “How about next year? I’m saying yes, but I would like a nice wedding. I only intend to do this once.”