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I pressed my body into the seat and growled. “No.”

Her soft, small hands wrapped around my wrists and she dragged them to her hips. “Touch me.”

The silk of her dress and the warmth of her body tempted my hands to unfist and grab hold, but I couldn’t do it. “No, Memphis. You need to-”

She cut me off with a kiss, stroking her tongue over my lips and then snapping something inside me when she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and bit down. It wasn’t gentle, nor were her nails digging into my wrists. I shook under her, fighting my needs, but she just sank her mouth to my neck and bit me again before speaking shakily into my ear. “Let go, Wells.”

Her surprised yelp filled the car as I flipped her around and had her on all fours in front of me, my hand landing across her ass in a hard slap. Her hips pressed back into the open space between my knees even as she whined. I froze, horrified that I’d hurt her.

“Relax, Wells.” Remy sat forward and stroked Memphis’s hair and shoulders. “Let her help you. She’s offering herself to you, asking you to use her to feel better. I can help you get what you need without taking too much from her.”

I stared from my hand to her arched back and ass and shuddered. Something deep inside me screamed at me to do it again. I needed the control. My body buzzed with a new kind of energy, a desperate need to take exactly what Memphis was offering me. Looking up at Remy, I nodded.

“I’d already promised Memphis a punishment, so you’ll step in for me, Wells. You’re in control and I can tell you need it, brother, but this is about her. Control her pleasure while controlling her pain. Watch the way she moves and her body will tell you what you can do.” Remy lifted Memphis’s face and smiled gently at her. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

When she nodded, Remy looked at me and waited. My hand shook as I raised it but when I landed a hard spank on Memphis’s ass, the shaking stopped. Her hips shifted forward and she let out a hiss of pain. Too fucking hard. I rubbed the spot I’d hurt and almost called it off completely. If one of us was going to hurt, I’d rather it be me.

“Again.” Remy stared down at Memphis and I felt like she was giving him just as much as she was giving me. When I landed another slap and she pressed her hips into my legs, Remy chuckled darkly. “Again.”

I did. I spanked her again and again, finding the spots that made her back arch and the spots that made her jerk away, just to immediately moan and press into my hand again. When Boone pulled her dress over her hips and exposed her red ass and bare pussy, I saw just how much she was dripping over what I was doing to her.

Slipping two fingers into her, I pumped them hard and fast, demanding more of her body. I wanted her come and I wanted it to bowl her over. I slapped the backs of her thighs and growled at the sound she made. Her sex clamped down around my fingers as she came with a flood of juices rushing over my palm and wrist. Still, I didn’t stop. I owned her body in that moment and I felt an emotional release building in myself. I fucked her harder, filling the back of the car with the wet sounds of her walls trying to suck me in and hold me there.

Memphis went ramrod straight and jerked her head back as she came again, harder and messier. A puddle formed under her knees and my hand dripped with her come as she screamed my name. “Wells!”

I grabbed her up into my arms and held her pressed to my chest while I stroked her back. As I rocked her gently, I could hear ragged breathing and realized it was my own. I was panting, like I’d just run a marathon, and my heart was pounding painfully against my chest, but there was Memphis, so soft and giving. She curled into my body and held on tight with her face buried in my neck.

“Better?” Remy sat back in his seat, his own chest rising and falling faster than it should’ve been.

I swallowed around a lump in my throat, so thankful for Memphis and for my brothers. Nodding, I pressed my lips against the side of her head and felt a sense of peace that I hadn’t felt in years. My head was quiet for a change.

“There’s aftercare, creams for her skin after a hard punishment, but for now, you’re doing the perfect thing. Holding her, comforting her after an extreme session, is what matters most.” Remy wiped sweat from his forehead and I saw that he’d had to fight his own needs and desires to let me take what I needed.

I closed my eyes and held Memphis even tighter. I wanted to get home and give her whatever she needed.

32.

***Memphis***

IfeltlighterasI stepped out of the car, with Remy’s help, and started up the steps to the main house. Last minute, I turned and waved at Jake. “See you tomorrow, Jake.”

He grinned back at me, his eyes full of mischief. He’d definitely heard things. “Until tomorrow, Memphis.”

Remy scooped me up and carried me the rest of the way up the stairs, his little growl of annoyance at Jake probably meant to be quieter than it was. He pushed open the door and carried me into the house, his direction set on the stairs. “You’ve taken your punishment, sweetheart, and I’m so proud of you for it, but now you get your reward.”

I sighed happily and curled into him. “I already hadtworewards.”

“Tip of the iceberg, Memphis. It’s time to show you just how fucking perfect you are.” He stopped short and grunted. “Beatrix?”

I struggled to get down, but Remy didn’t make it easy. “Bea! What are you doing here so late?”

Remy patted my ass and the fire reignited to settle me. His easy chuckle was too proud. “That’s better, sweetheart.”

Bea’s eyes were wider than I’d ever seen them. She looked behind us at Boone and Wells and giggled. “I just need to talk to Memphis about something in the guesthouse.”

I felt the world shift as I remembered what we’d done before I left the house. The test. My heart was in my throat as I looked at her. “Are you positive?”

She snorted and rested her hand on my arm. “Yep.”

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