Free Taking His Hand (Under His Roof #2) by Sadey Quinn Page B

though that in and of itself isn’t abnormal for her—especially around my brothers, who are known for their constant banter. What is abnormal, however, are her facial expressions. I watch with amusement when she gets caught up in a story Ryan’s telling about his rec volleyball league. I see she’s pushed the spanking to the back of her mind, so I tap her foot with mine and give her a small smile. Her nervousness springs back and she squirms in her seat, trying to focus on Ryan instead of me.
    When the guys have had their fill, Mitchell leaves to check on the restaurant. Ryan sticks around, chatting with Rachel. I know she’s encouraging him in efforts to delay what I’ve got planned, but that’s fine with me. I’m happy she’s getting to know my family.
    I shower and put on fresh clothes. When I go back outside, Ryan is getting up to leave, and Rachel looks positively anguished.
    “ Taking off?”
    “ Yeah. Got a date.”
    “ Do I know her?”
    “ Nope. Her name is Amy. Cute girl. I was just telling Rachel about her.”
    I wish him luck and give him a hug. He kisses Rachel on the cheek and lets himself out. Rachel and I stand quietly, looking at each other, for a few long moments. I try to make my expression as unreadable as possible until I hear the front door slam. Then I slowly turn my lips into a huge grin.
    Rachel shrieks and sprints out into the yard. I burst out laughing as I run after her. She’s got nothing to be afraid of and she should know that. As she gets to the fence, she turns around to look at me. I slow down to a jog, anticipating that she’ll try to dodge me and run back toward the house.
    She bites her lip in a totally sexy way. As she dives to the right to slip by me, I jump out and catch her waist in my hands. In one solid motion, I scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder.
    I’ve always wanted to do this to a girl. Rachel’s perfect for it.
    She starts pounding on my back, but she’s not hitting hard. “Let me down! I can walk, I promise!”
    “ You can also run,” I muse. “Wouldn’t want that.”
    Inside, I walk straight to the bedroom. She tenses at the end of the hallway and I know what she’s thinking. Across from the bedroom is the discipline room. But today, I don’t want to cause her pain.
    I’m going to show her some amazing pleasure.
    I gently set her down on the bed and whisper, “Don’t move. I’m not going to hurt you, sweetie.”
    “ You said you were going to spank me.”
    “ I am.”
    “ And how—”
    I cut her off with a stern look and push her back to lay down on the bed. Slowly, I straddle her and lean forward to give her the most gentle kiss I can muster. I want her to calm down before I heat her up. As I kiss her, I touch her, running my hand up her shirt, over her stomach, up along the edges of her breasts. She moans as I reach under her to unhook her bra.
    “ Trust me, baby?” I ask as I break away. Her bra is tricky and I can’t kiss and unhook it all at once.
    “ Yes,” she whispers. Her face is flushed. She’s going to love this.
    I sit her up and pull off her shirt and her bra. Her breasts are perfect, round and supple, and I lean down to kiss each of her nipples. They’re already excited and hard. I put my ear against her chest and listen to her heartbeat. It’s fast.
    “ You’re so fucking hot, Rachel,” I say, moving up to kiss her hard. Our tongues dance and as I hold her wrists with one hand, I reach down to slip a hand under her skirt. Through her panties, even, I can tell she’s wet.
    Her skirt must have a zipper somewhere, but I can’t find it. I pull away from her mouth again, peck her nose, and sit up to study the damn thing. “This skirt is a puzzle. How the hell do I get it off?” I ask, turning her this way and that, making her giggle.
    “ Here.” She rolls over and points to the waistline of the skirt, just below her tailbone. There’s a panel of fabric over it, concealing it. This skirt was not designed by a