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I roll my lips together. Damn his insightfulness. “I worry that you’re going to realize she is right for you, and I’m not,” I admit.
“Fuck, Jessie!” he snaps and I feel like we might be on the verge of another epic fight. But then he looks into my eyes and I see them blazing with fire. “Maybe I don’t tell you this often enough, so listen to what I’m about to say and believe that I mean it with every single fiber of my being. I love you. I would die for you. There is not one single fucking thing I would change about you and I am fucking honored to call you mine. But when you bring this shit up about her, you question my loyalty to you. Don’t you get that? She could lie next to me naked all night long and I wouldn’t fucking touch her.”
“Now I would scratch her eyes out if she did that.” I arch one eyebrow at him and he smiles. “But, I’m sorry, Shane. I never thought of it that way. I do trust you.”
“I should fucking hope so,” he growls before he kisses me and I forget what we were even talking about.
Chapter 9
Jessie
The following morning, Conor and I are chatting on the laptop when Shane walks out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist, sitting right below his perfectly chiseled abs.
“Jessie was telling me about last night,” Conor says with a chuckle as Shane walks over to the bed.
Shane chuckles too. “You’ve gone to the wrong brother looking for sympathy from Conor, sweetheart. He hates Sean O’Connor even more than I do.”
“What?” Conor growls. “Sean O’Connor was the guy you were flirting with?”
“I wasn’t flirting,” I protest.
“She was, Con,” Shane says as he crawls onto the bed, holding himself over me and pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades. “She smiled at him.”
“You smiled at Sean O’Connor?” Con asks me, his eyes narrowed as he leans closer to the screen.
“He told me a funny joke about lawyers.”
Shane continues kissing my back, making me squirm as heat sears between my thighs. “It wasn’t her regular smile, Con. It was that one that makes her eyes twinkle. You know the one?”
“Our smile?” Connor shakes his head and I open my mouth to protest but for a few seconds, I am completely lost for words. “Why do I feel like you two have some kind of secret code or language that I don’t understand?” I eventually ask.
“Because we do,” Shane mumbles against my skin.
“So why is her ass not raw?” Conor grumbles.
“Because I was an asshole,” Shane replies. “I had some making up of my own to do.”
“Yes. He was an asshole,” I say with a vigorous nod of my head. “That’s what we were talking about, not me smiling at some random dude who I have zero interest in.”
“But Shane is always an asshole, Angel. I am far more interested in you smiling at that cunt, O’Connor.”
“I didn’t know how much you hated him,” I whisper as Shane’s warm hand slides beneath my tank top and I shiver at his touch.
“Well you will know as soon as you get home, Angel. Because your beautiful ass is going to get the spanking of its life. You’ll be sleeping on your front for a week.”
“I was just being polite.” I offer in a feeble protest because wet heat surges between my thighs at the thought.
“Shane will have to punish you for now, until you get back here.”
“You can’t punish me now and then when I get home for the same thing. That’s not fair!”
“Did our girl just tell us we couldn’t do something?” Conor looks behind me and at Shane who stops kissing my back and looks up at his brother on the screen.
“I think she did,” he chuckles. “But I gotta say I love our girl talking about getting home and knowing that’s with us.”
“Hmm,” Conor nods.
“But you’re right, Con, she needs to be punished.” His fingers trail down my back, making me shiver in anticipation and excitement. “What are you thinking?”
