Page 47 of Broken Love

The chef enters with a wrapped box. “Excuse the intrusion,” he smiles at us. “I wanted to gift you with another panna cotta for home. A thank you for spending your evening with us.”

“You are wonderful!” Windsor accepts the box and a kiss on the hand. “I’m sure my sister will love having a slice of this.” Windsor had mentioned Lux was gushing about Clancy’s while she helped her get ready this afternoon.

“Oh! I’ll bring her another. How about a meal for her also? Some of the ambrosia salad. Yes, yes, I’ll be back!” He’s gone in a flourish before any of us can utter a word.

“She is going to be in heaven.” Windsor laughs at hearing the chef calling out orders before the door completely closes.

“That so?” I’ll have to mention to Beau and Gabe to bring her here when they finally get their heads out of their asses.

“Yeah.” Her gaze drops, and she turns somber. “Can I ask you guys something, and it stays between us?” We share a look before nodding. “Lux has some student debt. The interest rates just went up, and I think things are worse than she’s telling me. How do I help pay that for her? How do I take that burden?”

“I assume she won’t accept it directly from you?” She shakes her head. “She going to be pissed it’s paid?”

“Probably. Definitely. But I can’t let her drown in it. Family is supposed to help, but I wouldn’t know who to contact in order to pay whatever I could.” This woman, so fucking full of love. She’s a gift to the world.

“Let us take care of it,” I offer.

“No! That’s not what I meant. I want to help her. I don’t want you taking on her debt just because you have all the money in the world.”

“Not all the money,” Tuck laughs. “Seriously, sweetheart, she’s your sister, so that means she’s ours, too. Family helps family, and if paying off her loans makes life a little easier for her, then we want to do it for the both of you.”

Tears trickle from the corner of her eye, and she takes a deep breath. “You guys make it really hard to say no about something, don’t you.” We shrug. “Yes, okay, fine. You know how to figure it out?”

“We’ve got this.” Tucker sends a quick text to Boston to find out who he needs to contact. “How about you let us tell her? She can be mad at us instead.”

Windsor bursts out in laughter. “I don’t think she could ever be mad at you guys. She loves you and the way you’re so obsessive with me. Nothing makes her happier than you two spoiling me.”

“Works in our favor then,” Tucker says as his phone buzzes with an answer.

“How about we head home now?” My suggestion makes Windsor blush.

Windsor

My breathing is erratic because I’m filled with anticipation and excitement. I’m also nervous as hell. Anal from both of them is more than I’ve ever dreamed of happening, but they are insistent that it’s happening because I’ve been a brat all day.

I only wanted to be spanked. A lot.

More than a lot.

It’s a deep craving inside of me.

There’s almost nothing more that I want than for them to imprint their hands on my ass. And if taking them there is what’ll get it for me, I’m all for it. As long as it’s mutually beneficial.

As soon as the apartment door closes, Tucker whispers in my ear, “Bedroom. Strip. Hands and knees on the bed.” I hear the loss of control in his tone as he waits on me to do as he commands.

For a second, I debate talking back and denying his request, but when I spot the look in both of their eyes, I keep my mouth shut and saunter towards the bedroom with a little extra sway in my hips.

I grin from ear to ear at the sound of their primal groans as I disappear. They can be hard to read sometimes, so to know they’re as affected by me as I am by them is a comfort.

Before stripping down, I decide to open the curtains to set the mood. The lights from Manhattan never fail to steal my breath, especially from this high up. Discarding my dress, I drape it neatly across one of the oversized chairs in the corner. Taking off my thong, I hang it on the bedpost.

Leaving my heels on, I crawl on the bed, cross my feet at the ankles, pitch forward so the top half of my body lays flat, and I pop my ass in the air to wait impatiently for them.

Of course, they leave me on pins and needles. Closing my eyes, I work the muscles loose in my body as I attempt to relax. I know things will be much more pleasurable for all of us if I’m not tension-filled.

The cool air from the air conditioner pops goose bumps up all over my skin, and I’m so lost in my own world that I don’t realize they’ve entered until I feel a hand on each ass cheek.

“You are stunning, sweetheart.”

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