Finn only realized that he was falling asleep when he was woken by the click of the door.
‘What the hell is going on here?’
Shit. Shay.
Finn jumped to his feet and pressed a finger to his lips. Luckily, Tammy was still fast asleep. Unluckily, Tammy was still fast asleepin Shay’s bed.
‘What’s the meaning of this?’ Shay hissed.
Conor was also snoozing, his head nodding down onto his chest. He’d sat down at the end of Shay’s bed to be close to Tammy.
‘Let me explain,’ whispered Finn, gesturing to the door.
Reluctantly, Shay walked out of the room.
‘She was crying,’ Finn said softly, in the doorway. He didn’t want to leave the room completely. He’d promised Tammy he wouldn’t. ‘It was the only way we could get her to calm down.’
‘And why the feck was she crying in our bedroom?’ Shay was no idiot. He was looking at his brother with an accusing expression.
Finn rubbed his forehead. ‘Because we spanked her, OK?’
Shay’s eyes widened with a look of horror.
‘It was consensual before you ask. She wanted it. And I think she wants to give it another go. With me and Conor. I think we’re going to share her.’
‘So, I presume you’ve sorted a contract with her?’ Shay asked. ‘You’ve discussed hard and soft limits?’
‘Well…’ Finn squirmed. ‘We’re gonna get round to all that. This was a kind of a spur of the moment thi—’
‘Please tell me you agreed on a safeword, at least?’
Finn felt ashamed. Shay was right to be bringing up these issues. It wasn’t as though they’d done anything to Tammy that she hadn’t wanted, but it was unacceptable to enter into a scene without doing the proper preparatory work. He and Conor were still very much novices at this.
He gritted his teeth. ‘We didn’t.’
Shay’s face exploded with anger, but he kept his voice low. ‘If she wasn’t asleep in there,’ he growled, ‘I’d be screamin’ at you right now. You stupid feckin’ idiots. You’d better sort yourselves out. If you want to be her feckin’ Daddies you’d better start acting like it. Poor thing.’
Then, before Finn had a chance to stop him, Shay went back into the bedroom. He walked quietly over to his bed and opened the bedside table. Finn was surprised to see him pull out a small stuffie — a little owl. He tucked in the owl next to Tammy, then turned and headed back out.
He squared up to Finn and prodded him in the chest. ‘I don’t want to see her in my bed ever again. You understand?’
Finn nodded.
Shay scowled. ‘You’d better stop pretending to be Daddies, andbefeckin’ Daddies.’ And with that, he left.
CHAPTER 8
Tammy’s sleep was strange that night. Even though she’d had such an intense experience with Conor and Finn, it was the third Healy brother she dreamed of.
Shay — a dark shadow in her dream, but strangely warm, strangely safe. Maybe it was just because she was in his bed, but she had this feeling like he was there with her, holding her close, reassuring her that everything was going to be alright.
Then the dream changed. She felt thehardnessof Shay against her — a form she’d never allowed herself to fantasize about before. Insistent and demanding between her legs, touching her in places she’d never been touched, in a way she’d never been touched.
Another change — now there were three bodies around her, moving together in unison, all for her pleasure, all for her satisfaction — three mouths to kiss, three cocks to taste, three flavors of man, swirling together into a cocktail so heady that she never wanted it to stop…
When she woke the following morning, looking up at an unfamiliar, dark ceiling, it was all three of the Healy brothers she was hungry for.
Stop it, Tammy. Don’t do this again. You know Shay hates you. He’s not interested, never has been.