“Oh, God!” she screamed, earning an approving moan from Connor as he tightened his hold on her hips and changed the angle so that when he pulled back out, the tip of his cock would tease the top of her core and drive her out of her mind.
“Oh, what the fuck!” one of her brothers, and she really wasn’t sure which one it was or really cared, yelled. “I don’t want to hear this!”
“Then fucking leave!” Connor snapped as he tightened his grip on her hips and held her still as he rotated his hips, ripping another moan from her lips as her fists tightened around the footboard of the bed.
“Perverts!” her brother yelled, sounding horrified as the sound of the door slamming shut vibrated throughout the room, followed by the sounds of someone running away.
Connor chuckled as she felt him press a kiss between her shoulder blades. “That should keep them away for a while.”
“Mmmhmm,” she murmured in agreement even as she pushed back, demanding that he continue what he was doing so that she wasn’t forced to have to hurt him.
*-*-*-*
Two Weeks Later…
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, running his thumbs over her nipples as he gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, encouraging her to keep riding him.
“Mmmm,” she moaned in agreement as they ignored the pounding on their bedroom door.
“Let’s go!” Craig snapped, pounding on the door harder.
“Your two weeks are up!” Johnny added with a pounding of his own.
“We have work to do!” Bryce added, sounding exhausted, which was understandable since they’d been pounding on their door for the past three hours, demanding that they get their asses moving and join the real world, but after spending the last two weeks in pure heaven he was in absolutely no rush to give this up.
As far as he was concerned, the outside world could go fuck-
“You have until the count of ten to get out of there,” Mr. James suddenly announced and before he could make a grab for her and finish what they’d started, Rory released an adorable squeal, grabbed one of his shirts, pulled it on, ran towards their bedroom door while pulling on a pair of his boxers, yanked the door open as soon as she was decent and muttered, “Sorry, Dad,” with her head down and ran towards the bathroom where he assumed she was going to take a quick shower and get ready for work.
He also assumed that the men standing in the doorway, scowling at him were going to take advantage of this fine opportunity and beat the shit out of him, drag his body out back and feed him to Bunny, who just happened to be standing in front of them, baring his teeth and reminding him that he had to be nice to the little bastard or his wife would kill him.
Sighing heavily, because it looked like their vacation was over, he grabbed hold of the sheet, sat up and wrapped it around himself as he stood up. Ignoring the growling little bastard and the men, who couldn’t seem to stop glaring at him, he stumbled his way across the hallway, opened the door and-
“Hey!” Bryce yelled in protest, reaching for him.
-closed the door behind him and locked it.
Yawning, he dropped the sheet and walked across the bathroom floor following the trail of clothes, absently scratching the back of his head as he reached out with the other hand, pushed the shower curtain aside and joined his wife, who was shooting him a glare of her own.
Chuckling, he reached for her and pulled her back against me. “You knew this had to end at some point,” he said even as he shifted and pushed back inside her, pleased to find her still wet.
“I thought they’d give us a few more days,” she said on a moan as she pushed back her hips and leaned forward so that she place her hands against the shower wall, making him chuckle.
“They took the wall down a few days ago, sweetheart,” he pointed out.
“They could have given us another week,” she muttered with a pout that had him smiling as he leaned down and kissed her damp shoulder.
“They’ve been trying to get us out of the room for days now, Rory,” he said, pressing a kiss to her other shoulder as he slowly took her from behind.
“They didn’t need us,” she muttered pathetically as she greedily pushed back against him.
“They’re getting backed up,” he reminded her even though he’d rather pretend that the rest of the world could go on without them, but he knew better.
Work was already piling up, they had more than twenty people waiting for job estimates, and all of their employees waiting to hear how the merger was going to effect their jobs. In other words, it was past time that they returned to the real world.
“You’re buying us breakfast for this bullshit!” Brian snapped, sounding pissy.
Again, not that he could blame him.
The poor bastard had just spent the last two and a half-weeks playing jailor to them while Connor exhausted himself trying to come up with new and interesting ways of pissing him off right along with the rest of her brothers while enjoying the fact that he’d finally made Little Rory James his.
Epilogue
Four Months Later…
“I hate you,” Bryce said, sighing heavily, sounding just as bored with their morning routine as he was.
“I know,” he said, handing his brother-in-law a cup of coffee as he accepted the folder from Jacob, the little bastard that hated him the most.
“I hate you, too,” Jacob decided to add just in case he’d forgotten.
“Don’t fucking care,” he muttered, looking through the work plans for the day.
“I didn’t think you did,” Jacob said with a haughty sniff as he reached over and pointed towards the order form that required his signature.
“And yet, you still bring it up,” he pointed out, accepting a pen from the little prick who enjoyed pissing him off and signed the purchase order.
“I don’t want you to forget,” Jacob said, accepting the clipboard back as he shot Connor one last dirty look and returned to his desk, leaving Connor standing by the door with Bryce, finishing their morning coffee while they waited for the dumpsters to be placed next to the old house they’d been hired to renovate.
Renovate, he mused with a sigh and a shake of his head that his brother-in-law seconded with a sad shake of his own, because what they were really doing was tearing this house down to its frame, saving what they could and rebuilding the old farm house to its former glory. In his opinion this old house wasn’t worth saving. There was too much damage to the frame and not enough of the original woodwork to make it worth it, but his wife saw it as a challenge, so they were here, rebuilding a house for people with more money than common sense.
He’d explained to them that they could actually rebuild the same house exactly the way that it once was, but with all the modern conveniences for about a hundred grand less. Their client wouldn’t hear of it, because he wanted to save as much of the original house for the “authentic” feel. It didn’t hurt that their client was a thirty-two year old tech genius with more money than common sense. If the guy wanted to pay them an insane amount of money to save an old frame with termite damage, who was he to argue?
“They’re in place,” Bryce said with a nod towards the old house.
Sighing heavily because they really should be bulldozing this old house down, he placed his coffee cup on Jacob’s desk, simply because he knew how much that would piss him off, grabbed his tool belt and headed for the door with Bryce following after him.
“Where’s my sister?” Bryce asked, gesturing to some of the men to get the ladders.
“She had to run into town to pick something up from the office,” he said, gesturing for a few more men to join them.
“What’s for dinner tonight?” Bryce asked in that bored way the James boys did when they were trying to decide whether or not they were going to crash at their house for a home cooked meal or go home, order take out and kill the rest of the night by watching whatever game was on.
“Meatloaf,” he said, grabbing a crowbar and headed up the fir
st ladder to get this job started.
“Mashed or scalloped potatoes?” Bryce asked as if that really made a difference.
“I think mashed,” Connor said absently with a frown, because sitting at the top of his ladder crying, was his wife.
“Rory?” he asked, tossing the crowbar down away from his men and started to head up the ladder faster, terrified that she was hurt or-
“I’m pregnant!” she announced with a wobbly smile right around the time that he lost his footing.
With a loud “Ooomph,” he landed on the ground right next to Bryce as the bastard released a pained groan that matched his, while he laid there trying to catch his breath, he couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful woman that he was going to spank for climbing up a ladder while she was pregnant.
Closing his eyes, he resigned himself to a very long, stressful nine months, because something told him that the she was going to drive him out of his fucking mind and he was going to love every fucking second of it.
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