Beloved by Brothers (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 6)

Phoebe moved forward and wrapped her arms around Lucas. She kissed him. “Thank you for helping me. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Lucas got in his car and drove away.

With rosy pink cheeks, Phoebe stepped up to him. “I missed you, Jason. I missed you so very much.”

He inhaled her scent of jasmine. “My life has never been the same since the breakup, sweetheart.”

“Really, this is all my fault. I’ve talked to Lucas and Mitchell already. I understand why you three did what you did with Shane.”

“Do you?” he asked, knowing she had no clue what had gone down between him and Shane at the diner that day. No one did.

“I’m his sister. Can you understand why I acted the way I did?”

“I understand much more than you can imagine, baby.”

She blinked, reminding him of her submissive side he’d enjoyed time and again before the breakup. “Can you ever forgive me, Jason?”

He stroked her hair away from her eyes. “That’s about enough of that.”

Her lips began to tremble. “We lost three years because of me. Me. I–I…can’t forgive myself. Please say something.”

He stepped back an arm’s length from her. “Sub, are you listening to me?”

Her eyes widened, but she responded beautifully. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’ve been away from me too long. I told you to let it go but you kept going.”

“B–But—”

“Stop. Listen.” He paused, taking a hard look at the most incredible woman he’d ever known. Independent. Capable. Honest. Loyal. And a whole slew of other characteristics that just made him love her all the more. “Better. You’ve been without a Dom’s firm hand for a very long time. I was going to wait until we got back to your place, but I see you need a refresher right away.”

“A refresher?”

“Excuse me,” he said in his most commanding tone.

She looked puzzled for a split second and then she smiled, realizing what he had in store for her. “Sir, what kind of refresher?”

She was getting into it quite nicely, and that was making his cock stir.

He reached out and touched her cheek, gazing into her eyes. “You already know.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I do.”

“Stretch out on the hood of my car. Face down.”

“Sir, I’m in the dress I wore to the wedding. It’s expensive.”

He growled his discontent. “Now.”

She sent him a devilish grin and then obeyed him.

He would have her dress cleaned and would even buy her several new ones. His three years of suffering and loneliness were over. His longing for her had never ceased, held back by his vow to do whatever made her find happiness. He’d thought that meant staying out of her life. Now, he knew that she needed him as much as he needed her, and that awakened every part of his being. He felt more alive than he had in years. His desire for her flooded his body.

“Lift your dress,” he commanded.

Again, she didn’t hesitate one second, pulling it up so it would expose her thong.

He ripped it off of her, enjoying her gasp followed by tiny moans. She was getting turned on.