extra credit?”
Beck let his pack fall to the ground. This was interesting, and he
wanted to see exactly what they were doing. Cian liked to play out
little scenes like the one he was performing with Meg.
Cian had a great imagination when it came to dirty fun. Beck felt
his interest rising along with his cock. Meg seemed to be playing
along willingly. The entire trip home, Beck had thought about what
Colin had said. Meg didn’t have the same expectations other
bondmates had. What if she had been telling him the truth? What if
she really did want that submissive relationship-thing she had talked
about? Could he trust himself to give her what she wanted and not
hurt her?
There was a deep chuckle. Cian sat back in his chair. “I don’t
know about that. I’d have to see what you have to offer me. Let’s see,
your Gaelic is horrible.”
“I’m working on that,” Meg promised with wide eyes. “Tà grà
agam duit.”
She’d said I love you in passable Gaelic. It sounded pretty coming
from her lips. She’d said it to his brother.
“Nice, a grhà,” Cian praised her. His long fingers tapped
rhythmically against the table. “But I was thinking of something a bit
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more physical for this extra credit you need. You look like a strong
girl. Why don’t you take off that shirt and show me your muscles.
I’ve been looking for someone to help me carry my books.”
Beck almost laughed out loud, but then Meg was dragging the
shirt over her head. Her nipples came in view. They were a dusky
pink and stood out, obviously aroused. She touched them. She rubbed
her breasts brazenly. Her small hands caressed the mounds. They