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God, he loved her. “Yes, you were.” Looking over at Bryant, he grinned and nudged Olivia in his direction. “She’s all yours, bro.”
Bryant propped a foot on the bottom stair and easily hauled Olivia up over his knee. Even without Olivia’s sharp cries, it was obvious Bryant was spanking a good bit harder than James had. James found himself torn between being fucking turned on as hell, and wanting to protect his little girl from his brother’s hard hand.
“You don’t get to disobey your daddy just because I’m here, young lady.” Bryant’s hand never faltered, even as he lectured. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir!” Olivia wailed, her legs kicking helplessly. “I’m sorry! I’ll be good!”
Bryant finished off with a half-dozen well-placed swats to the sensitive under curve of Olivia’s bottom. Though she shrieked with each one, James could see the evidence of her desire dripping down the inside of her thigh.
She slid off Bryant’s knee when he released her, and Bryant wrapped her up in his signature bear hug. “You going to be a good girl the rest of the night?”
“Yes, sir,” Olivia said with a soft sniffle.
It was the sniffle and the sweet, submissive tone that finally pushed him to his breaking point. “Bryant, would you excuse us for a few? If Shannon shows up—distract her.”
Olivia had just pulled her leggings back up over her bottom when James grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs behind him. She stumbled to keep up, but he couldn’t slow down. If he didn’t get his cock inside his wife in the next minute, he might spontaneously combust.
The first room at the top of the stairs happened to be hers. James pulled her inside and slammed the door shut. As soon as it closed, he pressed her up against it, crushing her lips against his. She opened for him immediately, and he swooped in, his tongue tingling with the mixture of peppermint and Olivia.
Shoving his hand down the front of her leggings, he thrust his fingers into her, inwardly crowing at the slick arousal coating his fingers. She came like a firecracker, and he swallowed her scream as she went wild under his hand.
He pulled away enough to yank the leggings down, then repeated the action with the gym shorts he’d donned when they’d gotten home. Without giving her time to adjust or catch her breath, he wrapped his arms around her thick thighs and lifted her. He drove into her, and she clung to him, her whimpers and gasps fueling him as he fucked her. Her pussy contracted around his cock when she came again, her scream muffled by the shoulder she’d buried her face in. An almost embarrassingly short time after, he followed her over the edge, emptying himself inside of her.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her neck.
“God, I needed that.” Lifting her head from his shoulder, she gave him a wobbly, satisfied smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”
When she said Daddy like that, not in her ‘little’ voice, but in her husky, grown up, well-fucked voice, he was nearly ready to take her again. “You’re welcome, little one. But let’s keep the bratting to a minimum when Shannon gets here.”
Her cheeks pinkened, and she nodded. “Sorry. It’s been so long since you spanked me in front of someone, I just couldn’t resist.”
James released her legs so she could stand. “I understand. But I do expect you to try and behave while our guests are here, little one.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His heart constricted in his chest and he brushed her hair from her face. “I love you, so fucking much. I’m going to keep you safe, Livvy. I swear it.”
She laid a hand over his, pressing her cheek into his palm. “I know. And I’ll do my part. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it.”
Stroking his thumb across her cheek, he gave her a wry smile. “I’m going to remind you of that when you’re whining about all my rules.”
“What’s the fun if I don’t whine about them?” she answered with a giggle.
“Brat,” he growled, reaching down to squeeze her bottom.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
Because it was true, he bent his head and captured her lips in a long, slow kiss. She sighed when he broke the kiss, and her eyes were slightly glazed. “We, ah, should probably go downstairs and make sure Shannon hasn’t eaten your brother alive.”
Chuckling, James stepped away and pulled his pants back up. “Pretty sure that would be the other way around. Besides, Shannon isn’t his type.”
“Really?” Olivia quirked an eyebrow at him in obvious amusement as she dressed. “A tall, hot blonde with a smart mouth, a hidden little side, and myriad bad habits isn’t your brother’s type?”
“Well, shit, when you put it that way, she’s his soulmate.”
With a loud, happy laugh, Olivia threaded her fingers through his and they made their way downstairs. The sound of arguing reached them when they were halfway down, and Olivia smirked up at him.
“Look, buddy. Even if I needed a keeper, I sure as shit wouldn’t pick some Neanderthal like you.”
