Blaze (Steel Brothers Saga 21)

“The band just started,” he says huskily. “Everyone’s partying. They’ll never miss us.”

“Of course they will. We just announced our engagement. People will want to talk to us. We’ve already been gone almost a half hour.”

“Don’t care.” His mouth comes down on mine once more, and he gives my ass a hard swat.

I jerk at the spank, but I don’t break the kiss.

And oh, the kiss.

It’s full of passion and…relief, almost.

I get it. I know everything now, everything about his past, and he’s relieved. It’s no longer bottled up inside him. In a way, he’s free.

Just as I’m free.

Oh, there’s still a lot of mystery to unravel, between his family secrets and my situation with Pat Lamone, but we’re together, and we have no more secrets.

He breaks the kiss and turns me around to face the bed. In an instant, my denim skirt is hiked up and Donny rips off my cotton panties.

Seriously.

Rips.

Then—

Smack!

His palm on my bare ass.

Euphoria flows through me. Oh, it stings for sure, but the sting is also like a pathway to nirvana.

It swirls in and through me, and I gasp in a breath.

“Again,” I say.

“You sure?”

I turn to face him, meet his beautiful hazel eyes that are blazing with fire. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s not punishment, Donny. It’s pleasure. Pure pleasure. And I love it.”

“Fuck,” he growls, kissing me again.

Our tongues tangle like two swords fighting for domination. But too soon, he pulls back once more, turns me around, and—

Slap!

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“This ass, Callie. So pink and perfect.”

I’m reeling from the pleasure-pain of his palm on my tender flesh. I wait for another smack and am disappointed when it doesn’t come.

I look over my shoulder.

Donny pulls something out of his drawer and then returns to me.

Slap!

I gasp.