‘So one day, Big Horn Horse was feeling woozy when he saw Tamicorn prancing through the fields. He asked her if she could stop. And she said—’
‘Only if you give me aspecialsnuggle.’
Conor tried to swallow away his lust. ‘Erm, and he said—’
‘I’dreally like a special snuggle. Like Tamicorn.’
Conor felt his willpower start to crumble. Finn had told him to doanythingto make Tammy feel better, and she definitely deserved it — she’d been caring for the whole town recently. But there was no way he was going to have full-blown sex with her. Not without Finn. It wouldn’t be right. But that didn’t mean there weren’t other things they could do…
‘OK, sub,’ Conor said, his voice changing. ‘Since you’ve been so good today, youcanhave a special snuggle.’
Tammy bit her lip and breathed heavily, then she pulled back the covers.
‘To the edge of the bed,’ he said.
She obliged, sitting upright. He laid a hand on her chest and gently pushed her back down.
‘Now,’ he said, ‘remember, we’re in the middle of nowhere. I want you to make as much noise as you can.’
*
From the first time Conor’s hands touched Tammy’s bare flesh, she knew that this was going to be special. Fingers under her pajamas, under her panties. Fabric tugged down, pulling gently against her soft body, biting lightly into her as he freed her from it.
‘You’re so feckin’ beautiful,’ he said, looking into her eyes. ‘Every square inch of you.’ His fingertips traced patterns over her stomach, grazing her navel, dancing above her mons pubis. He leaned in, kissed her, breathed in deep. ‘I never forgot how gorgeous you smell, Tam-Tam. Like pines and honey. I just wanna take a bite.’ He sunk his teeth gently into her flesh, making her yelp with surprise, then moan with pleasure.
‘I’ve missed you,’ she whispered, pushing her fingers through his hair.
‘Oh, you can’t ever know how much we missed you,’ he replied, planting tiny kisses on her stomach. ‘I’m so glad we found you again.’
Conor squeezed Tammy’s bare thigh. There was something about the warmth of him, about the feeling of his big hands on her, that made her feel so open and ready for him. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, aching for his touch.
‘Please,’ she sighed.
She didn’t need to ask twice. Conor leaned in and kissed her pussy. Softly at first, just the lightest of kisses. A second time, slightly more forceful. And then a long, lingering kiss, as though he were kissing her mouth. He pushed his tongue gently between her lips and she balled her hands together into fists.
She moaned as he started to lick: long, slow movement up her pussy, pausing for a moment on her clit, then pushing down once more. The feeling was intense, so intense that as her pleasure grew, so did the sounds she was making.
‘Ohshhhh-sheepshearing,’ she muttered as she squirmed, pushing her thighs together.
Conor forced her legs apart, licking more vigorously, making figure of eight patterns over her clit. She gasped for breath as her body started to buck, and as her climax built to a crescendo, all she could think was that she wanted more. She wanted all the Healy brothers, all at once, all the time.
One thing Tammy hadalwaysbeen good at was pretending to be asleep.
‘She looks so peaceful, doesn’t she?’ Finn said. He arrived back from the pub around half an hour after Tammy had had her special snuggle with Conor. At first, she’d tried hard to get to sleep, but her head was buzzing with so much excitement that in the end, she decided to stay awake until the other Healy brother got back.
‘Don’t tell her I said this,’ Conor said, ‘but she looks like a feckin’ angel.’
‘Poetic,’ Finn said. She could hear the smile on his lips.
‘Speaking of which, how did the writing go?’
‘Ach, you know, not great. The initial post-near-death-experience rush wore off and I was back to normal. But at least I got a little done. Not that any publisher in the known universe would be interested in any of this stuff.’
‘Any sign of number three?’ Oh yeah, number three. That’s what they called Shay sometimes. How could Tammy have forgotten that?
‘Nope. He’s been gone all day. Probably out in the wilderness again.’
‘Maybe. I dunno,’ Conor said. ‘Anyway. I’ll head to The Den. Take care of our little one for me.’