Accepting His Ways (Quinlan O'Connor Book 2)

by Alyssa Bailey

  Accepting His Ways

  Quinlan O'Connor – Book Two

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  Alyssa Bailey

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  Accepting His Ways

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  Table of Contents:

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  About the Author

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  Chapter One

  She was getting married! She was really, really marrying Quinlan O’Connor. He just proposed. Her heart almost exploded with the enormity of her feelings whenever she thought of him, which was all the time. Cheyenne was so much in love, and she just knew that living with an O’Connor would be a wild ride, but she was up for the challenge. Cheyenne’s excitement demanded she call her soon to be sister-in-law and tell her. Katie had come down from Montana to get used to her new family after marrying Quinn’s brother, Ciarán.

  Cheyenne and Quinn had been dating almost eighteen months before he proposed and she was beginning to think he never would. His brothers, if the stories were accurate, took less than a few months to commit and less than a year to marry. Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate, the story of Liam and Jocelyn took over ten years technically, but they were so in love, she supposed it didn’t matter to them now. She, however, was not waiting that long. Now that they’d committed, she needed to finish this soon before he changed his mind and decided she was too much work.

  Cheyenne curled up on the sofa and let her mind wander after she spoke to Katie. Falling in love with a man like Quinlan O’Connor was something she had never expected. She couldn’t help but fall in lust with him. He was one of those men who women typically looked at as they crossed paths and drooled. He was tall enough to make you look up but not break your neck trying to see his eyes, which spoke volumes. He exuded sensuality and masculinity that she was the sole beneficiary of now. He was healthy and trained often. He worked out in the gym three times a week and on the ranch most days off from the sheriff’s department.

  He was so into her that she felt like royalty when she was with him, and that was something of which she had to be careful. He was interested in everything she did. In the club they frequented, he was obviously dominant in their play, making sure he was gentle in his training, firm in his discipline but ensuring her needs were all met. He made sure she received most of what she wanted—if what she wanted was safe. If it wasn’t, well, Quinn was an O’Connor, and she found out fast, those men spanked for safety issues.

  Quinn’s job put him in dangerous situations. Something could happen on the job that would take him away from her forever. She was learning to accept that reality. Unfortunately, Quinn gave no indications of accepting that she wasn’t always safe. Quinn pointed out that it wasn’t her job that put her in jeopardy. Her safety issues were the direct cause of the choices she made. She’d already experienced his response to those choices and sometimes wondered why she hadn’t run far and fast. That was the bigger surprise. Cheyenne got up to get ready for bed as she smiled at the bumps in the road they’d encountered on their way to today.

  Cheyenne never had to think of consequences to her choices in her private life. In her business life, she was tenacious, but privately, she wanted to have fun. Most of the time, Quinn was indulgent, and she was able to cute her way out of it. However, there was a limit, and when she stepped too far out of the boundaries or engaged in risky behaviors, the disciplining Quinn appeared. Just thinking about it made her bottom clench and her sex glisten.

  He had given her one serious punishment because she got in the car with a friend who had too much to drink. As a result, her limit was placed officially at two drinks. She had never had such a spanking before in her life.

  What she had lear
ned others called domestic discipline is the place where all the O’Connors met in the middle. She knew the life they had was more than she could have ever hoped for, even with the O’Connor propensity to dominate. She smiled. Quinn was a true dominant in every sense of the word, so the urge to now slide her hand down her belly to her pussy where he claimed hidden treasures were kept brought up the image of her man, frowning and calling her piscín dána, naughty kitten.

  Cheyenne moaned and rolled over trying to forget the need ratcheting higher. She knew what she had to do or sleep would not come. Grabbing her phone and her bullet buddy, she called Quinn.

  “Honey, what’s wrong?” His voice was immediately on alert.

  “I’m sorry. Nothing’s wrong, I just, I mean… never mind. Good night.”

  “No, wait. Cheyenne? Honey, what’s wrong?” His voice gentled now that he didn’t have to worry about her safety. “Tell me.”

  “I need… relief.”

  He could hear her biting her lip as she spoke. He smiled, swallowing his laugh. “Okay, honey, do you want me to talk to you over the phone or do you want permission to bring out your buddy?”

  She hesitated in her embarrassment. “Both?”

  Quinn did laugh, this time, a deep, earthy laugh that had Cheyenne even more desperate for relief. He shifted his voice into low gear and settled back onto his bed as he directed play from miles away. “Take your sleep tee off. Now your panties but don’t touch your pussy. Those treasures are mine.” Quinn slid his hand down to grasp his already freed cock as he leaned back against the headboard, legs splayed. “Now run your hands over your breasts for me as you spread your legs, wider…”

  The next morning Cheyenne turned on her coffee pot and sauntered into the bathroom for a long hot shower.

  Her thoughts turned to last night, and she wondered if the rest of the siblings were living this hot of an existence. Cheyenne had met every one of this loud, opinionated, hard-working and hard-playing Irish clan and it was a rather intense but loving group. When she began her initiation into this family, more than a year and a half ago, the only one she knew was the patriarch of the family, Sean O’Connor. Sean owned and operated his Wyoming family ranch, The Emerald Isle.

  Along with his wife Siobhan, he had raised seven wildly independent, strong-willed children who were all successes in their own right. Tomorrow, they would all hear the news Quinn would share about the engagement. Some would lose their family bets that had undoubtedly been placed against Quinn and marriage.

  The next day they would also tell Cheyenne’s mother. She had a moment’s sorrow that her father was not still alive to see her marry one of the O’Connor men. He would have loved it. As long as she could remember, her father had praised the young men growing up on the Emerald Isle Ranch for their steadfast integrity. She wondered if he would approve if he knew Quinn was a spanker. She rather thought that he would. He probably knew.

  Later the next afternoon, Cheyenne was just perusing her closet for what she would wear for the announcement at the O’Connors when she answered the insistent knock at the door. She was surprised when she opened it to see Quinlan O’Connor. Just gazing on his tanned and muscular body and no nonsense demeanor always sent tremors of excitement from her core to all associated cells in her body.

  “I thought we were going to meet at your parents’ house.”

  His grim stare shook her already tremoring legs as she watched her man give her the look she had become accustomed to when he was intent on getting to the bottom of a mess. His investigative face was usually not a good sign. She tentatively kept her gaze on him until she couldn’t take it any longer and dropped her eyes to study her bare feet. He walked in, picking her up and sweeping her further into her apartment with unbelievable ease of motion.

  Setting her back down on now very trembling legs, he began, “What did you tell Katherine about the trail today?”

  His tone was firm and intense. Cheyenne backed away from him and turned to walk into the living room when she felt the flat of his hand land stingingly on her bottom. It was a very, very hard landing. Her hands immediately went to soothe her smarting back end before twirling around to meet his gaze with surprise and annoyance.

  “What the… what was that for? I didn’t do anything or say anything about the trail. Did she walk it? Why? What are you so damned upset about?” Irritation pushed past surprise on the emotional scale of responses.

  “You told her something last night or this morning, and I want to know what it was.”

  Eyes flashing, she used the language she knew he hated but felt so right here. She took a step toward him, assuming the offense. “What the hell, Quinn? We talked last night about the engagement that I’m now reconsidering in light of how you’re treating me.”

  She couldn’t get past the need to put in a jab as her still vibrating bottom was creating more chaos in her girlie bits. She was getting wet fueling her fury even further. She hated her traitorous body when he got all macho dominant on her. She wanted to rub the ache away even as she stood irritated at him for making her sex flow.

  He ignored her statement as if it didn’t mean anything. She knew it didn’t because they both knew she wouldn’t back out of their engagement. It was all talk. He was a man too confident of their relationship.

  “Not so fast, cailín beag, I believe you did say something to her because of what she told me. She said you told her I was just an O’Connor, too dominant for my own good. You know that the sun can hit that part of the trail in the spring warm enough to melt the ice and snow and create mud only to refreeze that night.”

  She shrugged. “I don’t think it’s such a big deal. You just have to be more careful, is all.”

  “Well, she was sure you thought I was overreacting.”

  Cheyenne’s eyes narrowed. “Why would she tell you that? When?”

  “When I got a please rescue me call from her. She had badly twisted her ankle after she went further than I said to go. The sun melted the snow and ice and made the ensuing muck too unforgiving. I don’t think she meant to, but it slipped out when I was taking her back home.”

  Cheyenne’s look of concerned remorse spoke volumes. “Oh, no, I didn’t mean it. Is she okay, is she badly hurt?”

  “No, and she’s her husband’s responsibility now. Ciarán can take care of her when he gets here in a few hours. But you’re mine, and I plan to take care of you now.”

  “No. Wait. I didn’t tell her to be unsafe or to ignore you. It’s just how we talk about you guys. All of us, in a roll the eyes kind of way.”

  “But you, in essence, told her not to pay attention to me.”

  Guilt swamped her features as her stomach clenched and the bile of regret rose in her throat. “I didn’t mean that she should—I mean, we all say it about all of you but common sense would have… ” She stopped mid-sentence because she had told her to ignore Quinn.

  She’d told Katie to disregard his tendency to over control, and it had almost caused her to be hurt badly. Katie should have used her reasoning, but she wasn’t from the area. It was a dumb thing to tell her. The fact that Quinn had been able to handle it didn’t surprise her. The fact that Cheyenne was now going to be sorry for her words didn’t surprise her. That fact that she felt a thrill of excitement did.

  She looked up at Quinn, who was already pulling out the straight-backed chair he had brought over soon after they started dating for times such as these. He didn’t say a word. He simply pulled it out, positioned it, sat down and then pointed to the spot between his spread legs. It was a little gesture that spoke volumes to her now clenching sex and bottom. “Are you spanking me?”

  “A few swats but that’s just to get you where I want you. I need you pliable.” He smiled.

  Even so, she found herself begging for understanding as she walked towards him. “I didn’t mean for her to get hurt. You have to know that.” She felt a wave of panic rise.

  He reached for her hand as she got closer, not responding unti
l she placed her hand in his. Cheyenne saw it as a gesture of understanding. He pulled her into the protection of his arms and legs. His tone gentled some. “No, of course, I don’t think that, and no one else does either. And you are right. It’s not your responsibility for her to use her common sense but you undermined my word, and that can’t happen again.”

  She felt his finger and thumb cage her chin, as was his habit when wanting her to pay intense attention to him. She whispered, “I’m sorry she was hurt, but you aren’t spanking me because of this incident.”

  He nodded in acceptance and then murmured, “I know, but there are consequences to countermanding me. You know that. Take your panties off and hand them to me.” Another sign of agreement.

  “That isn’t going to happen. I didn’t countermand you, and you aren’t some general I have agreed to follow all orders from.”

  He spoke slowly, obviously choosing his words carefully. “I know it isn’t your fault, but I don’t warn people to hear my own voice. Katie could have been hurt badly or worse, and I knew that. I needed her to follow my advice to stay safe. When you blew me off to her, while it might have been the usual thing for you ladies to say in jest, it was not appropriate here.”

  Silence. Cheyenne hated when he made sense. “I still don’t think this is a spanking offense.” Her tone had lost its defiance.

  He smiled and, as he held his hand out to assist, she felt the most delicious tremors of dread fill her. She placed a balancing hand on his shoulder as she stepped first one foot then two out of their designated opening in her panties before handing them to him as she worried her lip. That hard deputy carefully reached up and pulled her lip from between her teeth running his thumb over the place they left before pulling something out of his hip pocket. She recognized that tube. Her apprehension was replaced by cold realization.