Page 49 of Come Home to the Lawmen

A grin spread across his face. “After tonight, you won’t need a butt plug. But first, because you scared me, I’m going to spank that pretty little ass of yours until it turns pink.”

“Oh,” she said frowning at him. “Why?”

“Because you scared me,” he said. “And I love any excuse to make your ass pink.”

Her men wrapped her in their arms, trapping her in between them.

“Up the stairs,” Ely whispered in her ear. “Up the stairs, so we can fuck you.”

“Be waiting for us naked on the bed, on your knees,” Jordan said. “And don’t give me another excuse to paddle you.”

She grinned at him. “What if I like the feel of your hand on my ass.”

“Don’t worry, darling, tonight you’re going to feel it,” he said.

Turning, she ran up the stairs and into their bedroom. She couldn’t wait for what they had planned for tonight.

In fewer than five minutes, they joined her in the bedroom and hurriedly shed their clothes.

Camila’s heart overflowed with love for these two cowboys she’d found. “You guys are the love of my life. I can’t wait any longer for the both of you to claim me.”

“Are you certain you don’t want to wait until after we have Mexican food?” Jordan teased. “We might need our strength tonight.”

“No, I don’t,” she said running her hand down his face. “I’ve missed you. It’s been way too long since we were together.”

Jordan ran his hand down her arm. “Are you certain you’re up for this?”

“If you don’t fuck me tonight, both of you, I’m going to be spitting mad.”

The sun shone brightly inside the bedroom, and frankly, she didn’t care. She wanted both of them inside her at the same time.

Kneeling on the bed in the position they’d taught her, she peeked between her legs wishing they would get on with it. She wanted this and yet she also feared them both taking her together.

“Are you certain you’re ready?”

“Yes, Ely, I want the two of you to claim me. Make me yours.”

Jordan caressed her face. “We love hearing you say that. You are ours. But, darling, you scared ten years off my life yesterday. And for that, you’re going to pay. Over my lap.”

The man was determined to spank her. Rising, she laid across his lap. He ran his hands over her smooth buttocks. His touch felt good.

“Count the licks you receive,” he said as he raised his hand and then smacked her ass.

“One,” she said resigned to her fate. They would make certain she didn’t forget this spanking. They would make certain she thought twice about lying to them about her whereabouts.

Splat!

“Two,” she said, determined not to cry.

Splat!

“Three,” she groaned, wondering how much more she could take. This was harder than she expected. Much harder, and she could feel his anger in each smack.

The third one almost sent her over the edge.

“Jordan,” she gasped.

“You scared the hell out of me,” he said.

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