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“Yes, Sir. I promise I will be.” She paused, her eyes going wide. “Wait! You’re E. You’re Boss E. You’re Damian’s best friend. The best friend who hated me growing up cause you would never come visit Damian if I was around. Why has it taken me this long to figure that out?” She smacked her hand on her forehead.

“I absolutely did not hate you, Little girl. Your brother did not want my lifestyle around him. I will tell you more later about how we met as boys and what happened, but he never wanted the mafia around you and so I tried to stay away. But I never hated you. I protected you as best I could by staying away.”

“I don’t believe you, but I don’t really want to talk about it right now.” She pouted.

“Ok, we can save that conversation for later. This morning you said that you didn’t want to go riding because you didn’t want to hurt the horses, is that right?”

“Yes, Sir.” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt. “It’s just that I know I’m not skinny like Kiera. I’m learning to love me for me, but I also know that I’m just not a small person. I think it would be mean to ride a horse at my current weight. They can only carry 20% of their body weight and I’m sure there aren’t any horses here who would fit that.”

“When was the last time you weighed yourself?” Uncle Liam asked her.

“I don’t know? A while ago. I stopped because he…well…never mind. I used to be thinner and ride all the time. I loved riding. Now I feel like I am too big. I don’t want to hurt the horse.” She sniffled. She hated that she was like this, but body image had always been a struggle for her. Her brother had tried to help her, but her ex-husband made sure she knew just how unattractive she was.

It was Eamon who spoke up next, his voice like ice. “You are not too fat for any of my horses, Little girl, and you will not say negative things about yourself. I know you hate me right now, but that is your number one rule. No negative self-talk.”

“Yes, Sir.” She pouted and clung to her Uncle, her safe place right now.

“You are curvy and gorgeous,” he added, almost as if by mistake. She looked at him with wide eyes. There is no way he meant what he just said. No one like him would ever want a girl like her. That was only for fairytales.

“Now then, let’s head upstairs and get some lunch. Your Auntie Freya will be eager to meet you and spoil you. But I don’t want to hear any more negative talk. We create the narrative and we have to speak words that will build us up, not tear us down.” Uncle Liam gave Eamon an odd look she couldn’t decipher.

“Yes, Sir. I will try to remember that.” She knew she was sulking, but she didn’t have the energy to care right now. Maybe another day.

Chapter 7

Eamon

God, that girl was a brat, but fuck was she ever gorgeous. He knew he would have an uphill battle with her. She seemed to hate his very existence right now, something he would get to the bottom of. He wanted her and he was going to have her, whether or not she liked it. His cock throbbed at the idea of his face between those luscious thighs. He couldn’t wait to give her a proper spanking, bend her over and whip her before driving his rock-hard cock into her wet, needy pussy. He didn’t miss the moisture dripping down her thighs as she was getting switched. The brat loved it and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

“You coming?” Liam paused at the door.

“You guys go ahead. I need to check some work stuff. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” What he really needed to do was take care of his raging hard-on. The smirk on Liam’s face said he knew exactly what he was doing. Bastard. He didn’t care, though. His erection was straining against his jeans, begging to be taken care of.

Undoing his pants, he pulled his cock from his jeans, stroking it as he thought about the fiery, brown-eyed girl upstairs. It was probably wrong of him to lust after his best friend’s sister, but he didn’t give a fuck. She was sinfully gorgeous, curvy in all the right places, sassy enough to keep him on his toes, and submissive enough to do as she was told. His breath grew shallower as he moved his hand faster and faster. He couldn’t wait to take all of her holes. He just knew she felt like heaven. Grunting, he came all over his hands. Letting his heart calm, he continued to milk every ounce of pleasure he could get. Fuck, he needed that girl.

Cleaning himself up, he went to meet the others in the kitchen. Kiera was standing at the kitchen island, covered in flour, looking cute as a button while Daphne sat across from her, laughing hysterically. He stood there, frozen, taking a mental picture to remember this moment forever.

“Uncle Eamon! Look what I did with Auntie Freya! I made cookies. And they’re sooo yummy! And I didn’t even get in trouble once while y’all were gone.”

Chuckling, he said, “I’m very proud of you, nugget. I can’t wait to try your cookies, they smell delicious.”

“Maybe we can take them on a ride with us and have a snack on the ridge,” Liam added.

“Eek! Yes! So fun!” Kiera was almost always in a Little headspace, but time spent with Freya made it even more apparent.

“Could I stay here with Auntie Freya? I don’t really feel like riding today.” Daphne shifted in her chair. The saddle would not be pleasant to sit on. If it were up to him, she would absolutely ride. Riding on a sore bottom was just part of her punishment. Unfortunately for him, it was up to Liam. For now.

“You may not.” It seemed he and Liam were on the same page, after all.

“Yes, Sir, Uncle Liam.” She was sulking. Part of him didn’t blame her, but the other part wanted to spank the sulk out of her. Really, he just wanted to get her hands on her ass.

“Come on, let’s go to the barn. Murphy will have saddled all of our horses and we can head to the ridge.” The barn was just a short walk from the house, so they set out on foot, walking on the trail that he created through the woods. When they got to the round pen, he heard Daphne’s breath hitch as she whispered, “They’re beautiful.”

“They are beautiful, aren’t they?” He nudged her forward. “We have Avalanche, Shadow, Ghost, and...” He was cut off by a squeal from Kiera.

“Patches! Hello, Patches. I missed you this much.” She flung her arms wide and wiggled her hands. Everyone laughed at her exuberance.

“I take it that’s your horse?” Daphne was looking at all of them with such adoration.