7. Chapter 7
Eamon
God, that girl was a brat, but fuck was she ever gorgeous.
He knew he would have an uphill battle with her.
She seemed to hate his very existence right now, something he would get to the bottom of.
He wanted her and he was going to have her, whether or not she liked it.
His cock throbbed at the idea of his face between those luscious thighs.
He couldn’t wait to give her a proper spanking, bend her over and whip her before driving his rock-hard cock into her wet, needy pussy.
He didn’t miss the moisture dripping down her thighs as she was getting switched.
The brat loved it and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.
“You coming?” Liam paused at the door.
“You guys go ahead. I need to check some work stuff. I’ll be up in a few minutes.
” What he really needed to do was take care of his raging hard-on.
The smirk on Liam’s face said he knew exactly what he was doing.
Bastard. He didn’t care, though. His erection was straining against his jeans, begging to be taken care of.
Undoing his pants, he pulled his cock from his jeans, stroking it as he thought about the fiery, brown-eyed girl upstairs.
It was probably wrong of him to lust after his best friend’s sister, but he didn’t give a fuck.
She was sinfully gorgeous, curvy in all the right places, sassy enough to keep him on his toes, and submissive enough to do as she was told.
His breath grew shallower as he moved his hand faster and faster.
He couldn’t wait to take all of her holes.
He just knew she felt like heaven. Grunting, he came all over his hands.
Letting his heart calm, he continued to milk every ounce of pleasure he could get. Fuck, he needed that girl.
Cleaning himself up, he went to meet the others in the kitchen. Kiera was standing at the kitchen island, covered in flour, looking cute as a button while Daphne sat across from her, laughing hysterically. He stood there, frozen, taking a mental picture to remember this moment forever.
“Uncle Eamon! Look what I did with Auntie Freya! I made cookies. And they’re sooo yummy! And I didn’t even get in trouble once while y’all were gone.”
Chuckling, he said, “I’m very proud of you, nugget. I can’t wait to try your cookies, they smell delicious.”
“Maybe we can take them on a ride with us and have a snack on the ridge,” Liam added.
“Eek! Yes! So fun!” Kiera was almost always in a Little headspace, but time spent with Freya made it even more apparent.
“Could I stay here with Auntie Freya? I don’t really feel like riding today.
” Daphne shifted in her chair. The saddle would not be pleasant to sit on.
If it were up to him, she would absolutely ride.
Riding on a sore bottom was just part of her punishment.
Unfortunately for him, it was up to Liam. For now.
“You may not.” It seemed he and Liam were on the same page, after all.
“Yes, Sir, Uncle Liam.” She was sulking. Part of him didn’t blame her, but the other part wanted to spank the sulk out of her. Really, he just wanted to get her hands on her ass.
“Come on, let’s go to the barn. Murphy will have saddled all of our horses and we can head to the ridge.
” The barn was just a short walk from the house, so they set out on foot, walking on the trail that he created through the woods.
When they got to the round pen, he heard Daphne’s breath hitch as she whispered, “They’re beautiful. ”
“They are beautiful, aren’t they?” He nudged her forward. “We have Avalanche, Shadow, Ghost, and...” He was cut off by a squeal from Kiera.
“Patches! Hello, Patches. I missed you this much.” She flung her arms wide and wiggled her hands. Everyone laughed at her exuberance.
“I take it that’s your horse?” Daphne was looking at all of them with such adoration.
“He’s mine and I love him to the moon and back. Well, he’s not actually mine, but I kinda sorta claimed him to be mine and Uncle Eamon can’t say no to me, so he’s mine.” She grinned wide at him.
“That’s right, nugget, he is yours whenever you want to ride him.” He watched as Daphne approached cautiously, speaking in hushed tones.
“Which one do I get to ride?” Daphne asked him.
“You get to ride Ghost. He is a Clydesdale Quarter horse hybrid I rescued. I picked him special for you because he is gentle and calm and the perfect horse for anyone.”
“He’s so pretty. Can I pet him?” She looked at him with wonder-filled eyes.
“Of course you can.” He smiled indulgently at her.
She approached him quietly and softly, stroking his muzzle and scratching his neck.
“You are such a good, strong boy, Ghost. Do you think you can carry me to the ridge? I would love to go with you.” Ghost whinnied at her, nudging her with his snout.
She let out the sweetest giggle and he nearly fell to his knees.
The crack of a whip in the distance caused her to snap her gaze toward the sound and he couldn’t help but notice her thighs pressing together.
He cleared his throat. “Let’s get on these boys and head up to the ridge. We want to make sure we have plenty of time to get up there and back before dark.” He watched in fascination as she confidently led Ghost to the mounting post and effortlessly saddled up.
“You really know what you’re doing there, Little girl.” He smiled.
“Yes, I do. I used to ride when I was younger but I haven’t in a long time. My ex-husband told me I was too fat to ride and I took that to heart. But this big boy can easily hold my weight. He’s gorgeous.” She smiled and leaned forward to pat Ghost’s shoulder.
“Your ex-husband is a dick. I’d like five minutes with him.” His voice was cold as ice. He needed that name now. He would make him pay.
“He’s not worth it. But regardless, Ghost is gorgeous and I feel comfortable on him. Although my left stirrup is a little long, can someone help me adjust it? It’s hard for me to do it from on the saddle.” Murphy was there in a second to adjust her stirrup and make sure the girth was tight enough.
“Everything else feel ok?” Murphy asked her.
“Feels great. Well, everything you can fix feels ok.” She glared at them as they all chuckled.
“Next time, don’t be so naughty before a ride and your bottom won’t hurt.” Liam smirked at her and she just stuck her tongue out at him. Cheeky brat.
Once they were all saddled and situated, he addressed the girls. “I will be in the lead and Liam will bring up the rear. Do not go ahead of me under any circumstances. Clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Uncle Eamon.”
“Ok, let’s go then.” He got in front and walked them all out of the round pen towards the trail that would lead them to the ridge.
“Um, Mr. Eamon, Sir. Why do you have so many guns with you?” Daphne asked. He noticed a slight quiver in her voice.
“Well, I have one for self-protection and the other one is a tranquilizer gun in case we come across any aggressive wildlife. We protect the wildlife here and don’t want to hurt them, but we also don’t want to get hurt, so we always carry tranquilizers with us so we can keep everyone safe.
” He watched her face, trying to decide if she believed him or not.
“Your Uncle Liam also has a tranquilizer gun. You girls are our priority, and we will do anything and everything to keep you safe. That is a promise.”
“I guess that makes sense. I don’t really want to become a bear’s dinner tonight.” She and Kiera giggled.
“We don’t want you to become a bear’s dinner either.
” He chuckled at their silliness. Daphne seemed to relax and turn into a completely different woman on top of this horse.
He was determined to let her ride as often as she wanted.
When she was finally his, he would get her a horse of her own.
He couldn’t wait to share this world with her.
Well, the legal side anyway. She would never know about his… less than legal operations.
“Thanks for keeping us safe,” she said as she rode up beside him. Kiera and Liam had dropped back, giving them a chance to talk. “I think I was lied to, maybe. Well, I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you tell me what happened and I can answer any questions you have. And I promise to be honest with you. If I can’t answer your question, I will tell you I can’t.” He wanted to put her mind at ease, and he needed her to open up about the ex-husband of hers so he could fucking destroy him.
“I was married. Technically, I still am, actually. But turns out he’s an abusive asshole.” Looking sheepish, she apologized. “Sorry for the language, but it’s true.”
“It’s ok, he sounds like an asshole.” He wanted to scold her but didn’t want her to clam up, so he kept that to himself for now.
“Anyway, he was charming and amazing in the beginning. So much so that even Damian liked him and he doesn’t like anyone.” She gave him a wry smile.
“That’s the most accurate thing ever. Your brother is tough. I have some stories about him I’ll have to share with you later.”
“Ooooo yes, please! I need all the dirt on him.” She threw her head back laughing, so carefree. He didn’t want to dampen this mood, but he really needed more information.
“I will give you all the dirty deets,” he said and winked at her.
“Well, I don’t want to bore you with more details than I know you care about, but he turned out to be a liar and a manipulative jerk.
He said that he was going to be a soldier in the mob and that if I ever came across anyone in the mob, they would kill me.
Damian explained he was an idiot and that the mafia on the west coast is not the same as the mafia on the east and most mafias do not harm women or children.
Seeing how you are with Kiera, and even me, makes me realize he probably wasn’t telling me the truth. ”