Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Good point,” I said as I swiped at the blood with my finger, only to see another drop take its place.
I lifted her to her feet again. She winced, pressing her hand against my chest for balance as I pulled her clothes back into place. I noticed other marks on her body as I ran my fingers along her skin, unable to clearly see the damage but easily able to feel the scrapes and puncture wounds caused from the thorny trellis descent.
I was about to sweep her up into my arms to carry her inside when she smiled, her hand reaching for me. When it wrapped around my cock, I realized I’d not put it away. When it twitched, she gasped and her gaze flicked up to mine.
“I suggest you hurry or I’ll be pulling your pants down again,” I warned, loving her blush as she tucked me back into my jeans and pulled up the zipper. Once I was dressed, I swept her up in my arms, turned out the lantern, and headed toward the house.
“I can walk, you know,” she said.
“I know,” I said, not about to put her down until I had her in the house and in the light where I could clearly see what needed to be done.
Having her aching from punishment or a good hard fucking was one thing. Having her hurt from injury was something entirely different. I didn’t set her down until I placed her in one of the kitchen chairs. “Stay.”
14
Goldie
Without another word, Jay left me at the table and disappeared.
Glad for the moment of solitude, I tried to get myself together as I wiggled on the chair. I hadn’t squirmed simply from the discomfort of the strapping. Yes, I couldn’t deny that my ass was burning from the lines of fire Jay had laid across my ass cheeks, but it was the burn that refused to dissipate from what he’d done between them that had me moaning and dropping my face into my hands.
Every pulse of my blood reminded me he’d shoved his thumb inside my ass! My ass! And as shocking and horrid as that had been, what was even worse was that I’d screamed and experienced the most amazing orgasm of my life the moment he’d done it. How was that even possible? And then he fucked me. Fucked my ass! Fucked me in the most aggressive and basest way possible, and I’d loved it. I’d loved absolutely every minute of it.
God, what the fuck was wrong with me? Even now, I could feel my pussy leaking, the memory of his fingers and then his cock deep inside my body, the throbbing that was still happening. All of it had me confused and… wanting it to happen all over again—all of it—and that scared the shit out of me. But the most shameful thing about the whole experience was that I’d confessed to Jay I didn’t want just him.
This morning when Banks kissed me in the kitchen, I’d felt my entire body respond. Hours later, I’d had his brother’s cock in my ass, eagerly taking every single inch, moaning with each thrust, knowing he wasn’t going to go easy on me… nor did I want him to.
And now? I wanted it again with the other two Barrett Brothers. Jay had made me say it. He’d made me admit it. And he was right! Was I a goddamn slut? Why did I have this hunger and these lust-filled thoughts about them all?
I should be furious, should be humiliated, and yet I couldn’t seem to find either emotion. Instead, I felt… what? Surely, I didn’t agree with his use of corporal punishment. I mean, seriously, who actually believed physical discipline was the answer? Hearing the sound of boots thudding against the floor, I had to admit at least one person did. But even the strapping hadn’t been just discipline… I’d seen the look on his face as he’d handled the strap. I’d felt the kiss of the leather across my flesh. It hurt like fuck but… it had almost seemed like some sort of foreplay, the pain heightening every other sensation, every touch, each look we exchanged. Before I could consider what had happened any further, Jay was back, but he had Rye walking behind him with a look of concern on his face.
Rye set down the first aid kit he’d brought with him.
“All right, let Rye see what the damage is. He’s our go-to man in this family to deal with all the injuries,” Jay said softly. Any anger he’d had, seemed to have vanished. “I’ll leave Rye to take care of this.” Slapping his brother on his shoulder, he added, “She’s all yours. I’m going to bed,” before exiting the kitchen like nothing had happened between us in the woodshed.