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employees and
tenants from walking through dangerous construction areas and
getting hurt. It also prevented them from stealing tools and
damaging property.
And they’d set one up in their house, with a
passage door locked from the outside and everything.
Sneaky little bastards…
She considered trying to break down the
walls, but she already knew that it was hopeless. Her brothers had
put them up so she knew that there was no way that she’d be able to
break free until they were ready to take the walls down. Knowing
that it was pointless to try and not really in the mood to deal
with the pouting bastard glaring at her from the bed, she headed
across the makeshift tunnel, threw open the bathroom door, turned
on the light and began the long process of pulling her clothes off
and tossing them aside.
By the time that she was naked, she had the
tub filled halfway and had already selected a lovely orange and
mint soaking salt. She was just sprinkling it in the tub when the
grumpy bastard that she’d married came walking in, shoving his
jeans down as he walked past her. Without a word, he climbed into
the large tub that was rightfully hers, settled back, pulled his
knees up and spread his legs to make room for her.
For a moment she considered telling him to
get the hell out of her tub, but in the end she climbed in the tub
and settled back against him. When he wrapped his arms around her
and kissed the top of her head, she sighed and placed her arms over
his as she snuggled back against him, closed her eyes and waited
for it.
She didn’t have to wait long.
“ You overplayed it,” he
finally said, kissing her again as his arms tightened around her
and he pulled her closer.
“ I know,” she admitted with
a grumble, because she knew that they were stuck here because of
her. She’d overplayed it, gone for the tears too quickly and
allowed herself to be distracted by the aroma of that delicious cup
of hot cocoa.
If she’d just held back, said less, maybe
argued with him a bit, her brothers might have believed them.
Instead, she got cocky, jumped the gun and overplayed her part,
instantly making her brothers suspicious and screwing up any chance
that they might have had to make an escape.
He sighed heavily even as he rewarded her
with another kiss. “We’re stuck with them now.”
“ I know,” she admitted with
a pout, because she knew her brothers well enough to know that they
wouldn’t make the mistake of leaving them unguarded.
“ For two weeks…,” he said,
sighing heavily and she didn’t need to look back to know that he
was most likely cringing.
Not that she could blame him.
She really couldn’t.
They were now stuck here for two weeks with
her brothers and cousins as their guards instead of going wherever
Connor had planned on taking them. Which reminded her…
“ Where were you planning on
taking me?” she asked, tilting her head back so that she could look
at him.
“ A Bed and Breakfast in
Vermont!” Trevor, the bastard that she was going to get with her
pliers, yelled from the vicinity of the hallway, letting her know
just how seriously they were taking this.
“ But don’t worry!” Brian
added, “We found the reservation information and canceled it before
you got hit with a cancelation fee!”
When she finally managed to look back, she’d
expected to find Connor glaring towards the hallway, about to tell
her family to go fuck off, but instead he met her with a kiss.
“ Oh, God,” she whispered
against his mouth, because this was no sweet, “I forgive you,” kind
of kiss. This was the type of kiss that he usually gave her just
before he ripped her panties off, shoved her up against the wall
and fucked her.
He palmed one of her breasts, pinching the
nipple between two fingers as he devoured her mouth and-
“ Oh, God! Oh, God!” she
moaned, rocking her hips against his hand as he slid two fingers
inside her. “Connor!”
“ What the
hell? ” she thought she heard someone
tenants from walking through dangerous construction areas and
getting hurt. It also prevented them from stealing tools and
damaging property.
And they’d set one up in their house, with a
passage door locked from the outside and everything.
Sneaky little bastards…
She considered trying to break down the
walls, but she already knew that it was hopeless. Her brothers had
put them up so she knew that there was no way that she’d be able to
break free until they were ready to take the walls down. Knowing
that it was pointless to try and not really in the mood to deal
with the pouting bastard glaring at her from the bed, she headed
across the makeshift tunnel, threw open the bathroom door, turned
on the light and began the long process of pulling her clothes off
and tossing them aside.
By the time that she was naked, she had the
tub filled halfway and had already selected a lovely orange and
mint soaking salt. She was just sprinkling it in the tub when the
grumpy bastard that she’d married came walking in, shoving his
jeans down as he walked past her. Without a word, he climbed into
the large tub that was rightfully hers, settled back, pulled his
knees up and spread his legs to make room for her.
For a moment she considered telling him to
get the hell out of her tub, but in the end she climbed in the tub
and settled back against him. When he wrapped his arms around her
and kissed the top of her head, she sighed and placed her arms over
his as she snuggled back against him, closed her eyes and waited
for it.
She didn’t have to wait long.
“ You overplayed it,” he
finally said, kissing her again as his arms tightened around her
and he pulled her closer.
“ I know,” she admitted with
a grumble, because she knew that they were stuck here because of
her. She’d overplayed it, gone for the tears too quickly and
allowed herself to be distracted by the aroma of that delicious cup
of hot cocoa.
If she’d just held back, said less, maybe
argued with him a bit, her brothers might have believed them.
Instead, she got cocky, jumped the gun and overplayed her part,
instantly making her brothers suspicious and screwing up any chance
that they might have had to make an escape.
He sighed heavily even as he rewarded her
with another kiss. “We’re stuck with them now.”
“ I know,” she admitted with
a pout, because she knew her brothers well enough to know that they
wouldn’t make the mistake of leaving them unguarded.
“ For two weeks…,” he said,
sighing heavily and she didn’t need to look back to know that he
was most likely cringing.
Not that she could blame him.
She really couldn’t.
They were now stuck here for two weeks with
her brothers and cousins as their guards instead of going wherever
Connor had planned on taking them. Which reminded her…
“ Where were you planning on
taking me?” she asked, tilting her head back so that she could look
at him.
“ A Bed and Breakfast in
Vermont!” Trevor, the bastard that she was going to get with her
pliers, yelled from the vicinity of the hallway, letting her know
just how seriously they were taking this.
“ But don’t worry!” Brian
added, “We found the reservation information and canceled it before
you got hit with a cancelation fee!”
When she finally managed to look back, she’d
expected to find Connor glaring towards the hallway, about to tell
her family to go fuck off, but instead he met her with a kiss.
“ Oh, God,” she whispered
against his mouth, because this was no sweet, “I forgive you,” kind
of kiss. This was the type of kiss that he usually gave her just
before he ripped her panties off, shoved her up against the wall
and fucked her.
He palmed one of her breasts, pinching the
nipple between two fingers as he devoured her mouth and-
“ Oh, God! Oh, God!” she
moaned, rocking her hips against his hand as he slid two fingers
inside her. “Connor!”
“ What the
hell? ” she thought she heard someone
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