NSFW: She couldn't choose between them... maybe she didn't have to...
Oct 06, 2022 10:07 pm
“I'll let you spank me if you want.”
After a lifetime mired in chaos, Andria Johnson yearns for a simpler time. Which is how she finds herself "married" to two gorgeous brothers as they travel through the rugged Alaskan terrain.
And it isn't only the trail that's rugged. Van and Tyson Dooley are the embodiment of the strapping young men who traveled these same roads hundreds of years ago. Before long, their strict discipline and forceful ways have Andria wondering how she can possibly choose just one when her body craves them both.
But someone else wants the brothers all to herself, and she's willing to put Andria's life on the line to get them. If Andria and her men can't put their painful pasts behind them once and for all, their future doesn't stand a chance.
Excerpt:
Tyson swept her braid over her shoulder and patted it reassuringly. She had one second to think before the whistle of the belt rent the air. The leather cracked against her jean covered bottom and she gasped. The residual pain from the spanking last night sparked back to life and she sucked in a breath, Lamaze-style.
He strapped her several more times with no more than a gasp out of her. She breathed a sigh of relief when he set the belt aside and she thought it was over. He had been easy on her and she wasn't sure if she appreciated that or was disappointed.
“That one won't do,” he said. He reached up and took down another belt with a flick of his wrist.
Andria eyed the slick, black leather and then turned an eye up to count the belts. She got to five when Tyson brought down the new belt on her hindquarters. She gripped his ankle as fire burned over her nethers. Another gasp ripped out of her as the belt cracked against her again and again.
Soon, she became aware of a tell-tale wetness between her thighs and she jerked.
“Has promise,” he said and set it aside before reaching for another.
Glancing about, she hoped no one could tell she was aroused. Grecia and Brian would glance over, but they were still busy shopping. Matt, Celia, and the Sam McGee employees weren't even batting an eye. Rondale was blushed bright red and looking anywhere but over at Tyson and her. Olivia was staring with hot eyes and Andria thought she caught a look of envy on her face.
Van hadn't moved, but he was still watching.
Red faced, she turned her head into Tyson's thigh.
Tyson resituated her hips on his lap and then lightly patted her bottom.
She moaned as a delightful shudder passed through her.
A stillness came over him for a brief second, but it was all she needed to know that he knew. Her entire body felt flushed as she waited. It wasn't long before there was another whistle and leather cracked. She arched up off of his lap as heat flared out and stinging nettles settled in.
She bit her lips against a moan and shuddered. Her fingers clenched into his ankle and thigh like a kneading kitten.
She kicked her legs and jumped, her hips bucking on his knees.
“This one will do.”
Suddenly, Tyson picked her up as he stood, his arm around her waist to support her. Her hands went back to cup her bottom and she whimpered. He held her close and she turned into his chest, shivering with unsatisfied pleasure.
Tyson's lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, “Sorry to leave you wanting, but I was sure you wouldn't want others around at the end.”
She nodded and stepped away from him. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you.” He winked. “I have just the right belt.”
She gave him a shaky smile. “Anything else?”
“Not at all, but Van might need some help finding his belt.”
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