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Cian grinned. “You were shielding, weren’t you, brother? The
minute your dick got hard, those walls came down. You can’t hide
from me when you’re that aroused.”
“You could have said something,” Meg hissed at Cian. She
sounded pissed, but her hands came down on his shoulders. She
glared at Beck. “I’m sure you’re here to lecture me about how to
behave.”
“I was enjoying the show,” Beck said evenly.
He wanted to go and rip her away from his brother, whose hand
had come up to play with hers. It seemed to be an unconscious act
between two people who were very comfortable touching each other.
“Well, I was acting like a whore, so you shouldn’t be surprised,”
she said, bitterness evident in every aspect of her being.
“No, my lover,” Cian corrected. “Tonight was schoolgirl night.
Last night was whore night.” He leaned toward his brother. “She was
brand new to her profession. I had to teach her everything she needed
to know.”
Beck ignored his brother, though he knew the scenario well. He
focused on his wife. He had a lot of damage to undo. “You were a
very sexy schoolgirl, Meg.” He smiled as she flushed. “I like the
pigtails.”
He did. He thought about all the ways he could grip them while he
fucked into her. He took a deep breath. Tossing her over his shoulder
and forcing her to the bedroom wouldn’t help his case right now.
There was an uncomfortable silence that Cian moved to fill. He
stood and walked to his brother, giving him a manly hug. “It’s good to
see you, brother.”