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“Try. Wherever you go I’ll find you and haul you back over my shoulder.”
He leans in to rub noses with me. “I know. Now, stop being sad for a little bit. I can’t stand it. One more tear and I’m going to flirt with your hot as fuck younger brother.”
I onlyjustremember that we’re in public where I can’t spank his ass. “That’s dangerous, sweetheart.”
His lips latch to my neck. “You’ll forgive me. Besides,” he says, leaning toward my ear. “Distracting you is worth a spanking.”
“I’m glad you think so. I saw a nice wooden spoon in our suite. I’m going to use it to distract myself for a while once we’re back home.”
“Okay,” he says, accepting his fate. “Do we have to eat anymore? Breakfast sucks today. I say we get to-go coffees and walk along the beach.”
My exquisite mango pancakes churn my stomach. He’s right, but while I can afford to miss a few meals, he can’t. I will force feed myself if it means him eating even a little more. “No. We’re eating. Nice try.”
He groans, but he makes his way off my lap and back to his seat where he does eat a reasonable breakfast, and all is not lost this morning.
Chapter25
Me and You Against the World
Logan
Ihave seen Mercy chase Jack through the house with a wooden spoon while Jack laughs his ass off at whatever thing he did to earn that kind of spanking. But a wooden spoon is no laughing matter—my ass will agree.
When we returned from breakfast and our beach walk, he calmly made his way to the drawer holding the item I’m definitely burning later.
“Hey, now,” I said. “You don’t really want to do that, do you?”
Jack always says half the fun of a relationship like he has with Merc is the pre-spanking banter. He knows it’s still ending with a sore ass for him, but acting like he might be able to con his way out—even though he doesn’t actually want to con his way out—is a must.
“I have been itching to spank you for a while, so I’d say yes I do really want to.” He twirled the handle of the spoon between the pads of his dexterous fingers. “I recall you saying that distracting me was worth a spanking.”
“Did I say that? I’m gonna need recorded proof.” I winked to let him know that I was joking and that I was in for whatever he had coming for me, then I ran full speed into the bedroom with him hot on my tail.
And then he spanked my tail until it was hot.
Lesson learned. I won’t be flirting with his brother.
It’s not the only reason he spanked me. I knew that was just a bit of funishment even though he was serious about the not-flirting-with-his-brother thing. He also spanked me because of Scott. I didn’t realize it earlier, but the conversation with Scott fucked me up, and apparently for a guy like me, spanking can set me free.
Jack said spanking could do that, and so did Rhett before he proceeded to show me.
Do spankings have magic powers? They might. I feel better about the whole thing now. Something in me loosened and I was able to let go instantly rather than have it take days, maybe even weeks of obsessing about it, spiraling into anxiety and or depression about it.
Scott said he thought I should lose a few more pounds. That it would give us an edge.
Even I know I’m fucking thin. I’ve always been concerned about keeping myself at this weight, not losing more. I didn’t tell Rhett that part, or he’d have gone ballistic.
We hide in our suite, taking a break from the sun. Rhett’s getting a barrage of texts from his siblings and they’re breaking him. I have a dinner with Elkingtons in my future.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s Merc from butt-fuck BC where they’re camping. Shit. I was supposed to call him this morning, but things have been a shit show. Answering the phone, I head toward the bedroom at the same time, with the sole purpose of poking at Rhett to see if he’ll follow me again.
His eyes do, but he remains where he is on the couch, texting his siblings back.
“Merc, I can explain,” I say instead of hello, entering the bedroom.
“So help me, Logan, what did I say?”
He didn’t love me going on this trip. “That if I didn’t call you first thing this morning there would be a toothbrush waiting for me when I got home.” Ugh. He’ll do it, too. I’ve had enough experiences with Toothbrush Therapy to last me a lifetime.
