by Piper Flynn
Anywhere else, anytime else, he would have roared with laughter to see the oversized Black brothers taken to task by this mini tyrant tapping her foot at both of them impatiently. Watching them both nod dumbly in agreement did bring a smile to his face.
“I’ll have your word as well, Mr. Kincaid,” she said quietly, in deference to the patients filling the rooms.
“Of course, ma’am,” he answered sincerely. He just wanted to see her. See that she was okay so he could breathe again.
She gave him a blinding smile and opened the door she’d stopped in front of. “Remember, she needs rest to heal. So be quiet.” She left with a haughty look aimed at both Black brothers.
Stepping past the curtain, Ronan got his first good look at Emma. He felt emotion clogging his throat and didn’t even try to stop the tears that began trekking down his cheeks. Her small body was hooked up to numerous machines that beeped and chimed. Oxygen was being pumped in through her nose and both arms had some sort of tube attached to it with a needle digging into her vein. She was clothed in a flimsy hospital gown that didn’t hide the bandages that covered numerous shallow knife wounds on her arms. He’d remembered trying to hold them together. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in that moment. Every beep and chirp the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. Each noise indicated she was alive.
He vaguely heard the door shut behind him. Stephen had sunk down to the floor on his haunches, holding his head between both arms. Ethan had moved closer to the bed, a hand pressed over his chest. He put a hand on Stephen’s shoulder, lending comfort best he could. For a moment no one spoke. Only stood there watching the most precious thing in their lives sleep.
“Do you think she can hear us?” Ethan whispered softly to no one in particular.
“Yes, I bet she can,” Ronan said softly, walking to her bedside. She looked so fragile and tiny lying there.
“She liked to play possum when she was little to try to learn all of our secrets. We let her think she was fooling us every time.” Stephen returned.
Ronan ran a gentle hand down her soft cheek. She was so warm. So much warmer than she’d been at the diner when he’d hauled her into his arms. Death had started claiming her then. He’d known it immediately. But he’d refused to let her leave. He’d yelled, cajoled, and threatened her until the EMTs had taken her from him and placed her on a stretcher.
“We’re going to be uncles. Can you believe it?” Ethan said with a touch of wonder in his voice, still staring down at the prone figure on the bed.
“You’d better make an honest woman out of our sister, Ronan. I’ll kick your ass.”
“We’ll kick your ass.” Ethan seconded Stephen’s threat.
“It is my fondest dream to spend the rest of my life with your sister, if she’ll have me.”
Stephen punched him on the shoulder. “Dumb ass, a Dom doesn’t ask. A Dom tells.”
They all heard a sharp inhalation come from the door and turned to see the same nurse standing there. Guess that cat was out of the bag if she knew what they referencing. And if the red staining her cheeks were any indication, she knew exactly what a Dom was.
“Your five minutes are up, gentlemen. You can come back in later. We’ll have her moved to another room. She might even be awake by then.” She held the door wide, allowing them to pass. Ronan did not miss the way both Ethan and Stephen looked at the nurse. He’d have to remember to tell Emma. She’d get a kick out of it for sure.
They walked back to the waiting room to update family and friends on Emma’s condition. Word had spread through the community like wildfire and they’d turned out to show their support and love for one of their own.
“She’s going to be fine, Ronan. And so is that daughter you’ve given her.”
Ronan turned to find Kat’s godmother smiling up at him tenderly. He enjoyed everything about the eccentric elderly lady. He prayed Kat was exactly like her when she was this age and drove Jack bonkers.
“Now that’s not to say that little lady isn’t going to raise hell in the future. She will, but that sister of hers is going to give you gray hairs for sure.” She patted his hands fondly, chuckling as she turned making her way over to Kat, smiling and talking to something only she could see. “Oh, now that one is going to be a hoot. Wait until Sheriff Briggs boy has to pull her out of the fountain. Naked as the day she was born. You almost lose your mind. He’ll be straitlaced like his father, but that day he’ll fall head over heels for your baby girl.”
“She’s never wrong, you know?” Jack smiled at Ronan’s dumbfounded look. “You might want to go ahead and put the fear of God into Briggs boy. I hear he’s turning five in a week. It’s going to be an army soldier theme. He loves to play war, according to his daddy.” Jack chuckled as he too wandered off to join his wife and gave Ruth Cline a big hug.
Ronan stood there a moment, a million thoughts running through his head before striding toward the exit with the look of a man on a mission.
“Ronan, where you heading?” Ethan stopped Ronan as he reached the door.
“To scare a four-and-a-half-year-old. He’s not good enough for my daughter,” he said, slamming through the door. “You’ll thank me in a few years,” he yelled over his shoulder.
Ethan stood looking at the door, his crazy soon-to-be brother-in-law walked through. “Emma needs to wake up fast. The man has gone off the rails.”
Chapter 10
Emma turned to her side, grimacing at the pull in her abdomen. She couldn’t believe how active the girls were already. The doctor said she was almost four months pregnant and in the last few days her daughters had decided to try to escape through her belly. Rubbing the still-small swell of her stomach, she smiled at the awe of it all. Only six weeks ago she’d been lying on an operating table fighting for her life from twelve stab wounds and a gunshot wound. Now here she was, basking in the sun on an unseasonably warm day while her babies lay nestled in the protection of her womb.
“There you are, Mrs. Kincaid.” Ronan’s deep voice pulled her from her thoughts and she smiled as he gave the top of her head a kiss. They’d been married a week and the man took great delight in addressing her as Mrs. Kincaid whenever possible. Admittedly she never got tired of hearing it. They’d decided to forego the fancy wedding with all the trappings and instead had a family-only gathering here at the house. It had been beautiful and she’d practically blubbered through the entire thing.
She blamed her hormones. Ronan said it was because she was so overcome with love for him. That had made her smile because he was right. “It’s so nice out, I thought I’d sit in the sun for a few minutes.”
Ronan pulled a lounger next to hers and lay back to enjoy the view. “How are you feeling?”
“Perfectly fine. Except for your two daughters trying to beat me up already,” she said, rubbing her belly.
Ronan placed a hand on her stomach, delighted that after a few seconds, he felt the smallest of flutters against his palm. Like butterfly wings. “I can’t believe we’re having twins.”
The doctor had informed them three weeks after her initial surgery that they had found two heartbeats, and just today they’d learned they were both girls. It was enough to make a father break out into a cold sweat. Luckily he’d had a sit-down with little Gabe Briggs and set him straight. Of course the kid had proceeded to throw up birthday cake and ice cream all over Ronan’s shoes. They’d no doubt have to have the conversation again soon. He had his eye on the little black-haired demon.
“You know what else the doctor said today?”
Ronan didn’t like that little singsong tone she had. “I was there. I heard everything he said. That you were doing better than he could have hoped for, said it was our Scots blood. The wounds have healed completely and the girls were thriving.”
“Yes, and when you stepped out to ask the nurse where you could buy an ultrasound machine—which, by the way, isn’t happening—I asked him if we could resume our usual activities.” Wiggling
her brows at him she smiled. “He said we were all clear for any normal healthy couple activities.”
Ronan stared at her blankly. Then he felt her hand brush the front of his pants directly over his cock. He groaned and felt himself start to harden. Hell no. She wasn’t well enough. “Little love, I think maybe we should wait a bit longer. You went through hell not that long ago. Your body isn’t ready.” He growled low in his throat as she stroked him through the cotton material.
“Ronan, I’m more than ready. I ache for you to be inside me. I need my Dom and from the feel of it, you need your sub back.”
Hissing in a breath as she lowered his zipper and slipped a hand inside, Ronan tried to remember all the reasons they couldn’t do this. Catching her hand, he stopped her movements. “Little love, please be reasonable.”
“Did you know Dr. Frazier is a Dom?”
Ronan sat up, fully alert, in an instant. Her wrist manacled in his hand. “If he dared to try anything with you, I’ll fucking gut the bastard.”
Emma laughed, pulling her hand out of his and cupping his much-loved face. “Silly Ronan, not every man that sees me wants to jump my bones. It’s only you, I promise.”
Ronan was grateful but still thought them fools for not seeing the beautiful treasure she was.
“I’m not about to endanger the girls, so I made sure he knew what sort of sex we engaged in. Imagine my surprise when he said he was fully aware of the kind I meant and that he and his wife happily played up until she was well into her pregnancy. I don’t know what it is about this town, but it attracts the kinky-minded.”
“Little love, I worry I’ll hurt you or the girls. We can have vanilla sex until after you give birth … and not for another month or so. You are too fragile,” he implored.
“The babies are smaller than avocados at this point and well insulated in my womb. He even said I could still be spanked as long as I’m standing. I do have a certain fondness for that full-length mirror in our bedroom.” She’d prepared for all his arguments, even if the talk with the doctor had been one of the most embarrassing conversations of her life.
Time to pull out the big guns. Spreading her legs, she flipped up the loose cotton skirt she was wearing and exposed her still-bald pubis. She heard him groan before he fell to his knees and lifted her skirt completely out of the way.
“You’re wet already. Look at those beautiful puffy lips. You need relief, little love.”
“Yes, Master. Please. I ache for you,” Emma whispered as his head lowered to her core. The first swipe of his tongue was almost too much to take. It had been so long since they’d been intimate.
Looking up as he licked her essence from his lips, he smiled. “A Master must see to his sub’s needs.” Turning her so she could lie back, he once again lowered his head and licked her from clit to her back hole. He flattened his tongue and flicked over her opening, lapping up the ever-increasing amount of juices she gave him. Lifting his head again, he took and placed her hands on either side of his head. “Guide me, baby. Show me where it hurts.”
She pulled him back down to her, placing his mouth right over her clit. When he wrapped his talented tongue around the sensitive flesh and began to flick at it quickly, she thought she was going to explode. “Oh my, oh yes, Master. Right there. Oh, please … oh, fuck yes. I’m so close, Master.”
Emma felt his hand cup her ass and begin moving her as she wanted. She was mindless with pleasure when he slipped two fingers up her ass and began shuttling them in and out. “More, Master. I need it there. Yes, there. Oh my God, I’m coming. Yes, yes, yes.”
Emma knew she was babbling as her orgasm rushed over her in a wave of intense pleasure. She flinched as Ronan continued to lick and suckle at her pussy, super sensitive now that she’d come. He rose up over her. His face wet from her juices. His eyes bright. She looked and saw his cock had escaped his pants and was standing out from his body. She wanted to taste him.
“I’ll never get tired of eating your pussy, little love. It’s the only thing I enjoy better than chocolate. And I plan on feasting like a starving man for quite some time. Did you enjoy that?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m glad, little love.” Pulling her to a sitting position, he stood in front of her, his dick inches from her mouth. “Lick your lips.”
Obligingly she licked her lips and felt his hand thread through her hair before he took himself in hand and began to stroke. Her body began to flush with arousal once again.
“Open up. I find the thought of fucking this beautiful mouth while the sun beats down on us infinitely appealing.”
Ronan fed her his cock, trying to remember she’d recently been injured. When what he really wanted to do is shove himself in until he came down her pale throat. He restrained himself, barely, and let her take him slowly, groaning as she licked and suckled at him feverishly. He tangled his other hand in her silky hair and started thrusting with a bit more force, giving her more. She loved it and went wild, moaning around his cock, cupping his balls, and trying to suck more than he was willing to give in that hot mouth. He took an absurd amount of pleasure in the peeved look she sent him when it was clear she wouldn’t get her way in this. That would be a ten count. Pulling out, he helped her to her feet.
“But Ronan, you didn’t finish.” She knew she was whining but she needed to feel his cock jerk and release in her mouth. She’d craved it for weeks now.
“How do you address me, sub?” he said without even looking over his shoulder as he pulled her in through the French doors and through the house.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“That’s another ten count.”
“Another? Master?” Emma asked bewilderedly.
“Did you think I’d miss that look you shot me while you were sucking my cock? Tsk, tsk, little love.” Ronan chuckled as he pulled her to the mirror. “Strip, sub. And position yourself for your punishment.” Ronan nuzzled her throat before walking away to retrieve a small lightweight paddle. When he turned back to her his breath left his body. She’d stripped down and positioned herself with her arms supporting her on the mirror, her legs spread. Beautiful. As he drew closer, he met her eyes in the reflective surface and could see her pupils were dilated and her breathing was shallow. Nervous, yes, but the evidence of her arousal dripped down her legs. He couldn’t wait to lick her clean.
Running the paddle along her up tilted ass, he smiled when she tried to push herself higher in the air. His sub did so love a good spanking. His eyes were drawn to the scars in the mirror, evidence of what she’d been through. Just how close he’d come to losing all he held dear.
“Ronan, don’t. Please. Don’t let them steal this from us. I beg you,” he heard her plead softly as her eyes followed his gaze. “I am whole and healthy, with scars, yes, but whole.”
He nodded quickly, focusing on her beautiful small breasts and juicy rounded backside. He planned on taking her there today. She was ready. He’d been gradually increasing the size of her plugs before all hell had broken loose. He was dying to feel her tight little hole stretch around him. “You remember the paddle, don’t you, little love?”
Emma groaned before answering “Yes, Master.” Boy, did she. It had delivered just the right amount of sting to her ass. She’d come twice before he’d even finished the spanking. They’d fucked for hours on end afterward. So yes, she fondly remembered the paddle.
“The first ten swats are going to come from the paddle. The last ten are going to come from my hand.” Running a soothing hand down her back, he slid in between her legs, plunging a finger into her wet opening. Satisfied she was ready, he drew back and landed a thudding whack on her left cheek. She lifted up onto her toes and squealed. An immediate red blush spread across her ass cheek. He placed the second on her right cheek, pleased when instead of moving away her body swayed into the stroke.
He put the paddle down and crouched so that he had access to her pussy. Lifting her ass a bit, he stabbed into her folds with his t
ongue, tasting the labors of his work. After a few minutes he picked the paddle up again and landed a third strike on her left cheek, drinking in the sounds of her low-throated moans. He stepped into her again, this time cupping a breast and pinching her nipple. She shuddered and looked at him beseechingly. “Come for me, little love. As much as you want. Give me everything.” And with that, he landed the fourth blow, pleased when she cried out her ecstasy. He finished off with the paddle in quick succession and dropped it before dropping to his knees and pushing his tongue between her folds, licking her to another orgasm. His dick was throbbing like he’d beat it with a hammer, but he still had ten more swats to give his bratty little sub.
Coming to his feet, he checked in the mirror to gauge his sub’s well-being. She was still breathing choppy but her shoulders and body were relaxed. Looking over her reddened bottom, he saw nothing that would raise a red flag. Curling his fingers, he couldn’t resist running his nails over that pretty patch of red. She arched, pushing her bottom up into his hand even as she hissed in a breath. “You still have ten more to go, little love.” Crowding her up against the mirror, he pushed his fingers into her pussy and began pumping, making sure to rub against her sensitized clit with each stroke.
Pulling his fingers out of her body, he quickly landed a swat on her upper thigh, then other thigh, onto her cheek. Over and over he worked, never hitting the same spot twice, until he’d given her ten. On the last stroke he took her down to the floor in front of the mirror so that she was on all fours.
“What’s your safe word, little love?” Ronan asked in a near growl.
Emma gave a start as she felt Ronan spread a cold gel-like substance on her back hole. Oh God, he was going to take her there. “Strawberry, Master.” She squealed out the last words as he worked a lubricated finger up her ass, followed by another. He’d used several plugs and his fingers back there many times but she’d never get used to how that pinch of pain rolled into pleasure each time. She felt him scissoring his fingers, readying her for his cock. She was equal parts frightened and aroused.