‘Good girl,’ Conor said.
The wait as the brothers convened by the bar was a killer. Both of them were animated, clearly having different opinions on the best way to discipline her.
Conor gestured with those big arms, and Finn nodded. It seemed like they were finally in agreement. Finn took a key from his pocket and headed over to the door. After flipping the open sign to ‘Closed’, he locked the door.
‘Right, young lady,’ Conor said. ‘Time to face the music. Come with us.’
At the top of a flight of dark stairs, Conor pushed open an old, heavy door. It creaked and Tammy gasped.
‘You three share a room?’
Sure enough, there were three beds in here. All the same size, but very differently made up.
‘Course,’ Finn said. ‘It’s a difficult habit to break. We’ve been sharing a room our whole lives.’
Conor walked in and flipped on the light. It took a couple seconds before the bulb kicked into gear. Tammy tried not to worry about the generators.
‘I bet I could guess whose bed is whose,’ Tammy said confidently.
‘Go on then,’ said Finn.
‘Well, that one’s Shay’s. No doubt.’ She pointed at the bed in the corner, farthest away from the window. It was laid with black sheets and hadn’t been made up properly.
‘That’s easy,’ Finn chuckled. ‘Always living in the shadows, that boy.’
‘That one’s yours,’ Tammy said to Finn, pointing at the bed near the biggest window, with a view over the main street of Liberty. The bed was immaculately laid with bright blue sheets and a white pillow case.
‘How did you know?’ he asked, grinning. ‘Did the copy ofUlyssesnext to the bed give it away?’
‘Nope,’ she said. ‘It was the fact you’re so tidy. Like,anallytidy.’
‘Hey!’ laughed Finn. ‘Watch out. We might make your punishment even worse if you’re not careful.’
Tammy bit her lip.
‘And by process of elimination,’ Conor said. ‘You got mine right, too.’
‘Well, yeah, but, I’d have guessed yours every time.’ She gestured at the bright red and black bedsheets. ‘You really think I’d forget the colors of your favorite soccer team?’
‘Hey, the Bohemians playfootball, missy,’ he said, pointing a finger playfully at her.
‘I forget you guys speak a different language to me,’ she said, laughing.
‘Well, this guessing is all very impressive,’ Finn said, glancing at his watch. ‘But we’re going to have to get your punishment started.’
Tammy felt her mouth go dry. ‘OK.’
‘Good,’ Conor said, swallowing. ‘Time for you to lose those pants.’
She felt a flush of arousal and wiped a hand across her brow. Was she really going to do this?
*
Holy feckin’ shit. Conor had dreamed of this for years. The girl of his dreams, in his damn bedroom, pulling down her pants.
He tried not to stare too much at her shapely, slim legs, and the slip of black fabric that was her panties. He was desperate to talk to his brother, to discuss the feast their eyes were enjoying right now. But he didn’t. This wasn’t about lusting after Tammy. This was about discipline and trust.
Well…