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Claire giggles.“Welcome to the family.”
Reagan draws in a deep breath.“Is this how Ryder was with you?He marched into the bakery, claimed you like a caveman, and tossed you over his shoulder?”
“Pretty much, exceptIcamehere.My plan was to confront him on behalf of the town and find out what his intentions were.”
Ryder strides into the kitchen as his wife is talking.“You little fibber.”
She twists to glare at him.“What?”
He chuckles as he comes to Reagan’s side and holds out a hand.“You must be Reagan.I’m Ryder.”As he releases her hand, he continues, “and my wife is fibbing.Her plan was to get me to marry her because she was head-over-heels in love with me from our initial meeting the day before.”
Claire gasps.“Ryder!”
Ryder laughs as he sets his elbows on the island.“Did I miss the gossip?What happened at the grocery store?”
Reagan groans, and I grip her shoulders.“We bought ice cream.”
Reagan twists around to glare at me.“That isnotwhat happened.Now who’s the fibber?The ice cream was something you invented as an excuse to drag me around the store so that the maximum number of people in Wilde would see you claiming me like a caveman.”She turns back and looks at Claire.“Really, I think all he cared about was flaunting that he’s a better man than Greg.”
Claire curls up her nose.“Greg Caitiff?Did you date him at some point?”
“In high school.It’s been a while.”
“But he’s married to Tammy,” Claire points out.
“Yep,” I say, coming to her side, “and now he knows the best girl in town—the one he let get away—has been snatched up by a much better man.”
“Are you done gloating?”Reagan asks me.
“Yeah.I guess.”I point toward the glass of water I brought her.“Drink.”
She picks it up and takes a teeny tiny sip.“Happy, master?”
I narrow my gaze at her and speak to my brother.“Ryder, has spanking proven to be an effective way to convince Claire to stop sassing you?”
Claire gasps.
Reagan’s eyes bug out.Her jaw drops, and she stops breathing.
Ryder chuckles.“Nope.I’m pretty sure Claire likes it when I spank her, so it’s not effective at all.But it’s still fun.”
Gretchen purses her lips so hard they have to hurt.Her eyes dance with laughter.
And then Reagan squeezes her thighs together…
And then my cock grows two sizes larger…
I grab my girl around the waist, yank her off the stool, and toss her over my shoulder.
She squeals as I carry her toward the back stairs.“Tiago!Put me down.”
“It was your idea.You’re the one who said I carried you over my shoulder.Maybe next time, don’t exaggerate.”I grab her bag and then carry her up the stairs, down the long hallway, and into the room I’ve been sleeping in when I stay in the house instead of my RV.
When I set her on her feet, she scowls, tugging at her shirt.
I kind of liked the few inches of her stomach I got to see before the black tank top got pulled back over it.Shame.She’s also wearing short jean shorts.Too short.I’ve enjoyed her thighs, but so has everyone else, including the entire grocery store.
After dropping her bag by the dresser, I grab her around the waist again, but this time, I flatten her to the wall next to the door as I kick it closed.“Wrap your legs around me, baby.”