“Tiger, this isn’t a fling,” Tucker replied, keeping his tone even.
How the fuck did her father know about me and T? We hadn’t been secretive in our interest and every guy in Raines knew to steer clear of Ava. Based on the terse phone call, she hadn’t gabbed about us to him. Her mother? It didn’t sound like she spoke to either of her parents. Denver was two states away. I couldn’t imagine her father spending a minute here in Raines to check on his daughter, so that meant someone working for him was.
Ava crawled down the length of the bed and away from us. Tucker hooked an ankle to stop her. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a look that should have shriveled his balls.
“You think it’s a fling?” he asked.
“I didn’t say that,” she countered. “I didn’t say anything. My dad did all the talking.”
She tugged her leg and Tucker let her go. She climbed off the bed and grabbed Tucker’s t-shirt from the floor, slipped it over her head. It was big on her, hanging down past mid-thigh, the neck hole almost falling off her shoulder. She looked rumpled and sexy and mad as hell.
“You know, he was quiet for months. No calls, nothing, just as he’d said. And since my mother does whatever he says, nothing from her either. Completely cut off. He probably thought I’d run out of money, debate whether I should live in a cardboard box and go hungry or return to the fold, tail between my legs. But no.” She crossed her arms over her chest, thrusting her tits up, her hard nipples clearly outlined through the cotton. “The one thing he did do, I’ll give him credit, was make me smart. The best schools paid off. Hell, he groomed me to work at CFG, I mean Carter Financial Group. Running a Feed and Seed? Cake. I love it. And, while I might have a mortgage on it, I’m not living in a fucking cardboard box.”
“He should be proud of you,” I told her. I was. She got out from under oppressive parents, did what she wanted. Her way.
She laughed. “Yeah, right. He only started calling again when you began sniffing around.” She pointed between the two of us as if we were the enemy.
I glanced at T. Yeah, he was thinking the same fucking thing. Someone was watching our girl.
“We weren’t sniffing around,” I countered.
“Marking your territory, whatever.” She tossed her hands up in the air.
“Look at your thighs, tiger. You’re marked all right. Our cum’s slipping from that pussy of yours.”
Her eyes narrowed even while she blushed. We’d talked once again about condoms, but we’d already gone bare and there was no going back. No fucking way. Fuck, it was so much better. Taking her bare, skin on skin, was what T and I had been waiting for. What we’d agreed we’d only do with The One. And Ava was the fucking one.
She might be itching for a fight, but she knew she belonged to us.
“Well, it certainly proves how wild I’ve been, doesn’t it?”
She was riled and pissed and wanted an outlet. We were it. But this wasn’t how it worked. She was supposed to talk about how she felt, how we could help her, not take out all her aggression with her dad on us. Oh, there was no doubt we could take whatever she wanted to dish out, but that wouldn’t get us anywhere. We needed her past this pissy stage and talking about what really was bothering her.
Who’d been in her corner before us? Kaitlyn, sure. But I doubted Ava would call her up and bare all her feelings about her dad to her, especially after what Kaitlyn’s dad had done, what he’d been like. Ava needed a therapist, or two men who would be there for her to listen. Unlike her fucking dad.
I took hold of her wrist, tugged her toward me, sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her over my lap, all within two seconds. Her head was by the floor on one side, her toes touching the carpet on the other. And over my lap, her upturned, bare ass. The t-shirt had ridden up with all the movement and she was ready for her spanking.
“Colton!” she cried, wiggling and trying to get away. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Giving you the outlet you need.”
I spanked her once. Not too hard, but she’d feel the sting.
“Outlet? This isn’t an outlet! You can’t just spank me. I haven’t done anything wrong. And even then, you can’t spank me!”
I spanked her again. “Oh yeah? You’re pissed with your dad and taking it out on us. That’s not fair and you know it. We’re here for you, waiting to listen to the real problem.”
“The real problem is bossy, controlling men in my life!” she shouted, kicking her legs up. I pinned them down with one of mine.
Oh yeah, her ass was getting heated. I began spanking her without stopping. One side, then the other, never getting the same place twice.
“Tucker, make him stop!” she tried next.
T came around, sat beside her and stroked the back of her head. “Colton knows what you need.”
“A spanking?” she asked, even as I did just that. Spanked her again.
“Like he said, an outlet,” he replied. “Just give over. Let it go. Give your problems to us. Enough keeping shit to yourself.”