“No. I’m never in the mood for that.”
What she doesn’t know is I would fucking hate to punish her by denying her orgasms. It would be absolute torture for me and probably my brothers too. When this woman comes, it’s a beautiful sight. The way she trembles for us as she cries out. Her eyes rolling back with pleasure. It’s so fucking exquisite.She’sso fucking exquisite.
To say this woman has all three of us wrapped around her little finger would be an understatement.
“That’s right, baby. You like to come for us. So behave.”
She pulls her bottom lip over her top one and pouts.
“I try, but it’s not fun.”
Stroking her fingers down my throat to my chest she bats her fucking eyelashes at me.
“Don’t you like to have fun, baby?” Heather says, her voice filled with a fake sweet quality to it.
“I’d love to have fun with you, Killer, but your tattoo artist will be here shortly. Sadly, punishing you will have to wait.”
She jumps up and throws her hands around my neck as my brothers laugh.
“You found one?”
Placing my hands under her ass, I hold onto her.
“Yes. That’s the job you gave me, right?Find me a tattoo artist.”
Heather opens her mouth to speak, and I knit my eyebrows together as I warn her.
“Don’t do it, Killer. If you call me a good boy your ass will be blood red by the time she gets here.”
She kisses me quickly and I set her down in the water.
“I’ll behave.” Heather draws a heart over her chest and I shake my head at her as she walks to the shore.
Carter walks with her and Knox stays back with me. I wait because he looks like he has something to say.
“You do know why she does that, right?”
I shake my head.
“Misbehave? Not really.”
We start walking slowly as he tells me his theory.
“She feels safe with us. Heather knows no matter what she does we will never truly hurt her. That’s something she has never had before. I think she chooses to act out with you because you’ll use the belt on her. Carter and I never have. She likes the belt because she knows she’s in control of everything.”
As we approach Heather and Carter, I chuckle.
“Yeah, well, she’s a fucking brat.”
Knox nods in agreement.
“Yes, she is, but there are reasons.”
Carter wrings out her dress and then scoops her into his arms as she giggles and buries her face in his chest. It never gets old watching Heather and Carter together. It’s fucking beautifulhow they both lived through their own personal hell and found healing in each other. If anyone had told me even a few years ago that he would be like this with a woman, I would’ve said they were insane. He wanted to die more often than he didn’t. Until Heather. I can't believe there was a time when I had gotten it so wrong.There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think about the things I did to her—to my family. I can’t rewrite history, but I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make things right.
Chapter Fifty-Three
KNOX
