‘Was that a yes?’
She pouted. ‘Fine. Yes. No snacks. No fun.’
Conor and Finn laughed. Damn those evil, caring, demonic, angelic twins.
‘You feeling better after last night?’ Conor asked when they were almost done with the food. ‘We were worried about you.’
‘Much better,’ she said.
‘And the spanking was… alright?’
Her cheeks reddened. ‘Better than alright, sir,’ she replied, then quickly shoveled a spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth before she could say anything else embarrassing.
‘If you’re still up for it, we’d like to make it official,’ Finn said. ‘We can draft a contract with you later if you like? Over lunch?’
‘A business meeting,’ Conor said with a sly wink. ‘We’ll be signing some important paperwork.’
‘I can’t wait,’ she said, trying to sound cool in spite of her excitement. ‘Nothing I like more than filing, big, heavy documents inexactlythe right place.’ Her pulse was racing.
‘Remember when we were kids and you used to sayweonly had one thing on our mind?’ Conor laughed.
‘I don’t know what you mean, sir,’ Tammy replied, innocent as an angel.
She finished the final mouthful of the oatmeal. It had been truly delicious — simple and full of goodness. It wouldn’t be a breakfast she’d ever normally choose for herself, but now that she’d tried it, she was certain she’d be having it again.
‘So, what are you going to do this morning?’ Finn asked.
‘Oh!’ she said. ‘Haze is coming into the surgery today. Or at least, he said he was going to. Been trying to get everyone’s initial appointments done.’ It felt so weird that she was going back to work today — but the working week waited for no-one, and she didn’t want to miss the chance to finally give Haze a checkup. She had to stop herself from saying too much about work to the boys, though. She had to remain professional, and be sure not to share any confidential patient stuff with them.
‘Right,’ she said. ‘Guess I’m off.’
She was about to get up and leave when Conor reached across the table and held her hand for a moment. ‘Last night was really feckin’ special. Me and Finn were talking while we made breakfast and whatever happens next, we just wanted to say thank you for trusting us again. After all these years. It means the world.’
‘We’re not going to let you down. We swear,’ added Finn. ‘If you’ll have us, we want to make you the happiest Little in the world.’
Her heart was buzzing with excitement, and she felt a strange energy take over her. Then, she did something she’d been wanting to for as long as she could remember. She walked over to Conor, and sat in his lap. She looked into his beautiful blue eyes and beckoned toward Finn. He came and stood next to her, and then, as though reading her mind, he leaned in. She closed her eyes, and their lips met.
As they kissed, as their bodies met again, remembered each other, Conor’s hand took hers. She felt him gently squeeze her hand as she lost herself in Finn — it was like she was a girl again, with her two protectors right there. Finn’s lips were soft and almost respectful in the way they moved, then, as the passion of their kiss grew, that softness melted away, and his tongue asked questions of her to which the only answer was lust.
She pulled away, and a moment later, Conor was kissing her. The mouth she’d kissed more than any other. But this kiss from Conor was like no other she’d ever shared with him. It was so obvious that he was a fully grown man now, and a man with demanding tastes.
He devoured her like he was starving, gripping her body tightly to him. Her lust, which had been steadily building, spiked, making her almost quiver with desire.
She ground her hips against the bulge protruding in his lap.
Holy sharpshootin’ shuttlecocks…
‘Ffffff…’ she said as they eventually pulled apart.
‘Now,’ Finn said, ‘let’s all get on with our days, shall we? And remember, no snacks until lunch.’
As Tammy left the pub, her body felt so fluttery, it was a miracle she didn’t take off and float up into the perfectly blue sky above.
*
‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’ Conor asked Finn. ‘I know it’s important to get things done properly, but maybe we shouldn’t have asked a Little for help.’
He held the contract June had created for them between his thumb and forefinger. There was so much glitter on the damn thing it was practically part-unicorn.