“Let me give you the wedding night that you deserve,” he said even as he turned her around in his arms and swept her off her feet, determined to do this right.
He was going to lay her down on his bed, start a fire, dim the lights, put on some soft music, grab that bottle of champagne that he had chilling in the fridge and spend the rest of the night showing her just how happy he was that she’d married him.
It was the only way to do this and unfortunately for him, it also didn’t look like it was going to happen. At least not if all the large, really pissed off men standing in their bedroom glaring at him had anything to say about it.
Chapter 3
“Oh, my God! What the hell is wrong with you?” Rory yelled to no one in particular as the realization that every single one of her brothers and several of her favorite cousins had just seen her naked and moaning in Connor’s arms as she begged him to fuck her.
“What the hell is wrong with us?” Bryce demanded as he stumbled back and fell over the bed as he squeezed his eyes shut and slapped his hands over his eyes, doing his best to block out the sight that had greeted the interfering assholes when Connor had opened the bedroom door and stepped inside, completely naked, aroused and carrying her in his arms.
“Oh my fucking God, I think I’m going to be sick,” Jason, the melodramatic bastard that she loved like a brother, said, gagging and pretty much guaranteeing that she was going to have to kick his ass after this.
Connor being Connor, simply sighed as he carried her over to the bed, ignoring the large bastards jumping out of his way. He made quick work of putting her in bed and tucking her in even though she refused to lie down. By the time he was finished, she was sitting up with the sheet tucked around her breasts and glaring at every single one of her asshole brothers and cousins, letting them know in her own special way that she was going to get each and every one of them back for this. Judging by the glares that they were shooting Connor as he pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants, they knew it and didn’t give a flying fuck at the moment, because it seemed that they were focused on a little revenge of their own.
“You should have kept running, asshole,” Johnny said, pushing away from the wall right around the time that the rest of the men decided that it was time to do what they came here for.
Connor rubbed his hands down his face and lazily gestured towards the door. “Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”
“And let you out of our sight again?” Darrin asked, shaking his head in disbelief as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket and tossed them to his twin, who made quick work of cuffing Connor’s hands behind his back while Connor simply stood there, sighing heavily.
“Is this really necessary?” Connor asked, sounding bored, which for some reason seemed to really piss off the men in her family.
“After the hell you put us through over the last week?” Trevor demanded through clenched teeth. “You bet your fucking ass it’s necessary, you little bastard.”
Connor pursed his lips up in thought as he sat on the edge of bed next to her, somehow managing to take one of her hands in his so that he could lazily run his thumb over the back of her hand. “Nobody told you to kidnap me,” Connor pointed out with a slight shrug as he continued to caress her hand, not really seeming to care that there were nine large men in the room who looked more than ready to tear him apart with their bare hands.
Which of course brought up an interesting question…
“What exactly happened?” she asked, wrapping her hand around his and did her best to pretend that she wasn’t blushing like a schoolgirl just from touching him.
“Tradition,” Craig bit out between clenched teeth as he stood there, seething along with the rest of the men in the room.
“Okay…” she mumbled slowly, not even trying to hide her confusion as she glanced around the room to take in the angry and slightly embarrassed expressions on her brothers and cousins’ faces. “Then why exactly are you here?” she asked, wracking her head to try and remember a time when the men in her family had forced the newest member of the family to go through the “Welcoming,” twice.
Normally once they welcomed the newest man into the fold and the rules were thoroughly explained, they usually just left him alone unless he forgot to follow one of the family rules. Either the guy raised his voice to his wife, stepped out on her, fucked up as a father, etc. and the men in her family would step in and handle it. If there was one thing that the men in her family made sure of, it was that everyone, young and old, was taken care of and if you were given the privilege of being allowed to care for one of them, you were expected to do your job and do it well.
Then again, this was Connor they were talking about here so…
“What did you do?” she asked, closing her eyes in resignation as she waited to hear what her husband did, because as badly as she wanted to believe that it was her brothers and cousins that had done something seriously fucked up, she knew her husband too well to even consider any other possibilities.
His warm chuckle only confirmed her suspicions.
“I took the golden opportunity to get to know my in-laws a little better,” he said, sounding amused as he shot her a wink over his shoulder, which earned outraged gasps from the big babies still glaring at him.
“He went too far!”
“I felt dirty!” Johnny cried, wrapping his large arms around himself as he backed up against the wall and shuddered at whatever memory was running through his head at the moment. “Dirty. So, dirty,” he mumbled to himself, staring down at the floor as another shudder tore through him.
“There are things that you just don’t do, you sick bastard!” Bryce snarled, taking a threatening towards Connor only to have Craig grab him by the arm and stop him.
“Not in front of her,” Craig bit out even as his glare told her just how much he’d love to get his hands on Connor.
It was at that moment that she realized that all of her brothers and cousins looked like they’d been dragged through hell and back. Their clothes were torn, they were covered in dirt, debris, their hair was a mess, all of them could use a shave, their eyes were bloodshot, they looked exhausted and each and every single one of them was looking at her husband as though he were the devil himself.
“Why don’t we take this conversation over to Dad’s place,” Bryce suggested with an anticipatory gleam in his eye that she didn’t really c
are for.
Not at all.
“Sure. I’d love to go for another ride,” Connor said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as he stood up, but she wasn’t in the mood for any more games, especially not tonight when he still owed her a real wedding night.
Keeping a tight hold on the sheet covering her breasts with one hand, she reached over and grabbed the short link of his handcuffs and yanked him back on the bed. Chuckling, because he’d always enjoyed fucking with someone’s head, he quickly shifted onto his back, brought his cuffed hands in front of him and pushed back until he was lounging on the bed by her side, looking as though he didn’t have a single worry in the world while the grumpy bastards continued to glare at him.
“Tell me what happened,” she said with a heavy sigh.
“He crossed a line!” Trevor snapped, taking a step towards the bed only to have Jason and Bryce grab him and pull him back. “There are just some things that you don’t do, you sick bastard!”
At that, she looked at Connor and waited for an explanation.
With a shrug, he admitted, “I locked him in a spider infested cellar and cut the power so that he couldn’t find his way out without walking through at least a hundred webs.”
“You traumatizing bastard!” Trevor snapped as he absently brushed his shirt and arms off, probably imagining spiders crawling all over him, she mused with a sad shake of her head, because really, it could have been a hell of a lot worse.
“He stole the spark plugs out of our trucks and left us in the middle of nowhere!” Reese snapped as his twin narrowed his eyes accusingly on him and added, “Then he stole our supplies and hid them, forcing us to hole up in that old abandoned house on Resin Pond,” making her frown with confusion, because she’d thought that old house had burned down years ago.
“He trapped us in that house, stole the batteries out of our trucks and hooked them up to a stereo and blasted fucking Justin Bieber day and night!” Brian, her normally laidback brother, snarled with a haunted look in his eye that she’d seen so many times in the eyes of some poor bastard that had made the mistake of coming between her and Connor. “Fucking Bieber!”