Page 37 of Tangled up in You

When she would have straddled him, Josh and Jake stopped her, repositioning and bending her over.

Maybe he was going to hold her down while one of his brothers took her from behind. That had her skin pebbling and nipples going hard. Whatever it was, she was ready and willing as she laid her body across Jonah’s lap.

"Perfect," Jonah rumbled and rubbed a hand over her ass cheeks, as Jake held her shoulders, while her thighs—a straining glance over her shoulder showed Josh gripping them. This was about to get?—

Thwack.

"Hey," she hollered, pushing against the bed and one of Jonah’s calves. "Whatdo you think you’re doing?"

"Something I’ve needed to do for the last hour and a half."

Thwack.

"Owww…" she yelped. "That’s not?—"

"That’sfor leaving the bar when we told you it was too dangerous."

Thwack.

"Jonah." Trying to squirm away wasn’t helping. They three had her firmly held in place. "Josh, Jake, make him?—"

Thwack.

"That’s for making us crazy when we realized it."

Thwack.

"Ohh…"

"That’s for nearly taking twenty years off our lives when we found your car, withyouinside it, about to go over the side of a damned mountain."

Thwack.

Her, "Oh, god," rose from deep inside her as she hung her head and the tingling heat at her ass spread toward her pussy and throbbing clit.

"That’s for saying we’re too young for you."

Thwack.

"Andthat’s…" His fingers dipped between her legs to where she had to be wet and slippery. If his groan and the way he rubbed his fingers through her folds, barely teasing her clit, before running them up between her ass cheeks and…

"Jonah," she moaned at the way his damp fingers played over her puckering star.

"That’s…" he rasped. "That’s for every time you brought a man into the bar over the past year and left with him." His hand rubbed over her stinging cheeks. "Did you fuck any of them?"

"That’s none?—"

She sucked in a breath when his hand paused and lifted from her ass, then braced herself for the next whack to her butt.

"Don’t tell us it’s none of our business." Another smack didn’t land. And she wasn’t disappointed. Not at all.

Liar.

"Did you?"

"I…" She swallowed back the need to argue at his gruff, almost desperate, question. "I didn’t. I couldn’t."

"Thank, god," Jonah breathed out, while Jake squatted and brushed back her hair, his face inches from hers, whispering, "You didn’t mean to, but it hurt us."

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