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“Yep,” he nods. “Because he loves spanking your ass. And there is no danger of him losing control with you. Not like that, anyway.”
“Do you guys talk about me?”
Conor grins at me. “Course we do.”
“Like, really talk? About what we do and stuff?”
He stares at me for a little while as though he’s thinking about his answer, and my heart flutters in my chest. I mean, all of his brothers have watched me with each of them at some point, however talking about what we do privately seems a step too far. But then Conor’s face breaks into a grin and he pulls me closer to him. “Don’t look so worried. We don’t talk about that stuff. Of course we talk about you though, just like we talk about each other. Shane knows you. He knows me. And he knows what you need, just like I do. He’ll tell me when you’re ready.”
I close my eyes and press my head against Conor’s chest, and I can’t help but think about Shane and the time he punished me with his belt. He did push me to the edge of my limits, but then he sent me away, all hot and needy for him. Afterwards, he promised me that the next time it happened, it would end the right way, with him inside me. So despite the fact I am lying completely sated in Conor’s arms, the thought of a spanking from his older brother still makes my pussy contract in anticipation.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
CONOR
Iroll onto my side and press myself against Jessie’s warm body. She moans softly in her sleep and wiggles her perfect ass against me. I will never get used to waking up next to her. She makes me feel like I’m invincible.
“Your boner is poking me in the ass,” she says with a chuckle that makes my cock twitch.
“I can’t help waking up like this when you’re lying naked next to me, Angel,” I say quietly in her ear. “Now stop wriggling or he’ll be doing more than poking you.”
“I think we need to pace ourselves, big guy, or I won’t be able to walk by the time we get back to New York.” She laughs again and I press my lips against her neck.
“You’re really not helping,” I growl.
She rolls onto her back until she’s staring up at me. “Let’s talk about something else then?”
“Okay. Tell me what you got up to during the two months I was looking for you.”
She rolls her lips together and flutters her eyelashes at me in that way she does that makes me want to fuck her mouth.
I lean on my elbow so I’m looking down at her beautiful face. Tracing my fingertips over her breasts and down onto her stomach, I smile as I watch her shiver beneath my touch. “Well?”
“I didn’t get up to much at all,” she shrugs. “I moved around a little, selling the cars I had bought on to new owners so that anyone looking for me would end up on a wild goose chase.”
“Well, you certainly achieved that, Angel,” I fake scowl at her, recalling the two months I trawled half the country looking for her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “But I was obviously sloppy somewhere. I must have left a breadcrumb for you to find.”
“Hmm,” I smile now. “I was chasing my tail until I found that guy you sold the Chevy to.”
“Why?”
“He told me a brunette with an Irish accent sold him the car, so I ruled you out. But then he mentioned that you left a copy of Tolstoy in the glove compartment.”
“That’s how you found me?”
“Yeah.”
“A breadcrumb only you could find,” she smiles at me and the blood rushes to my dick.
“So, what did you do then? How long were you in Arizona?”
“Six weeks.”
“And?” I raise my eyebrows at her.
