A Weston Wedding. Gray Gardner

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      "We are committed to each other. That's not what's in question. The issue at hand is more of an elemental sin. And certainly, very naughty of my little angel."

      "Huh?" I asked, unable to back away as his hands held my face and the wall kept me pinned.

      "You lied to me. And I do not like being lied to. By anyone, but especially not you. We need honesty between us. Don't you think?" he asked, lowering his hands, and taking a step back. He was really asking. He wanted to define our relationship.

      Holy Mother, what a day. Up until then, our relationship had been phone calls, texting, helicopter rides, crazy sex, and lots of excitement. I knew how I wanted this to go, though.

      "That's what I want, too." I nodded, smiling, and looking down at my toes. Wow, would we say the 'L' word next? I'd never said it to anyone but at that moment, I was seriously thinking that if I could say it to anyone, it would be Drake Hamilton.

      Then, of course, he continued.

      "Good, because naughty little angels who lie to me go over my lap for a hard spanking. Every time."

      My mouth went dry as my head jerked up and my hair fell over my eyes. I slowly brushed it to the side as I looked up at him and his dead serious face.

      "Excuse me?" I choked, unable to find any other words. He couldn't possibly be serious. I wasn't seven.

      He calmly placed a hand on either side of my head, leaning against the wall behind me, so close his breath blew in my face. Minty.

      "That's how this is going to work."

      "Says who?" I huffed, unable to stifle a nervous laugh.

      His head dipped down, and suddenly, his hot breath and low voice rumbled in my ear, making all of the hair on my body stand up. "Drake, your boyfriend who cares a great deal about you."

      For some reason, that got me really hot, and I would've done almost anything he said after that. Almost.

      "I'm sorry, Drake, I shouldn't have…I should've told you about the real reason behind the marriage thing."

      "I'm not going to pressure you. Okay?" He grinned, kissing my jaw and neck so tenderly. "If we get there, and I kind of think we will, I want it to happen organically."

      "Yes," I breathed, and my eyes closed as he gently touched his moistened lips to my ear. His hands trailed down his Stanford shirt I had on and paused at the hem then ran up my thighs to rest on the black Hanky-Pankys I was wearing.

      "And I think you know," he continued between kisses, "that you're going to get spanked sometimes."

      In my head, that declaration had been like a bucket of cold ice water. I huffed and pushed back into the wall with my hands pressing against his chest. But, naturally, there was the matter of my body and its downright betrayal.

      My stomach swirled. Yes, it was exciting to hear him say that. His control? My loss of it? I didn't know. Wasn't I supposed to be a modern, self-sufficient woman?

      "Chandler," he muttered, running his finger along my embarrassingly wet underwear. "My angel, this is how it is between us. Would you want it any differently?"

      "We aren't West and Blake!" I argued, feeling my neck and ears flush. I was flustered and feeling a little lost.

      Drake's arms wrapped around me as he leaned down, squeezing me to him. I fought for half a second before melting into him and letting him hold me. When he lifted me up and sat back on the gray tufted sofa in front of the fireplace, I broke into tears. Who knows why. I just felt so safe with him.

      "You feel safe with me, right?"

      I smiled up at him and knuckled away a tear, so comfy in his strong hold. "I was just thinking that."

      "But you also think that feeling safe is at odds with me wanting to hurt you."

      "Well, yes." Nail. Head. He'd hit it.

      "You know I would never hurt you," he softly said, holding my back and the back of my head as he looked right into me.

      "You wanna hit me. For real," I whispered, feeling a little ashamed for some reason.

      "I want to spank you when you misbehave. Get your backside a dark shade of pink so that you learn a lesson. That's all. Well, I'll probably make you come at least twice afterwards. Then that will be all."

      "So, what, it's for me to learn a lesson—and for your amusement?" I frowned, leaning back.

      "I won't hate it; I'm not gonna lie," he sighed, holding me still as I tried to push back off of his lap to get some distance between us. "And judging from that heat radiating off of your little body, you won't hate it, either."

      My mouth dropped open. Christ, he was astute. I certainly didn't want to congratulate him by telling him he was right, though.

      "I…when we're just playing around, maybe, sure, but…"

      "Angel." He grinned, leaning in for a kiss and frowning as I pushed hard against his chest and fell back against the couch cushions.

      "I'm not going to allow that, Drake," I stated loud and clear, standing to give the words a more genuine feel. "That's not the kind of relationship I want."

      He quirked his eyebrow again. Damn it. Did that mean anger? Was he just thinking? Giving me a chance to cower away? But I couldn't back down. Not on this point.

      "I think you're lying again, Chandler," he said, standing and staring down at me, hands on his hips. "But we'll discuss it and you can decide later whether or not you want to be with me."

      My heart jumped when he said that. Did he really think I didn't want to be with him? Was it such an important issue?

      The questions in my head stopped as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into him, giving me a look that I'd never seen before.

      "Regardless, my naughty little angel, you're getting a spanking. Now."

      I squealed as he fell back to the couch and pulled me with him, my body crashing down on his hard, jean covered legs.

      He was going to go through with it. My question as to what I meant to him felt asked and answered.

      He really was a shitstick.

      Chapter 2

      Blake Campbell

      I finally understood. He loved me. Cared about me. And I didn't just have to guess anymore because he was finally explaining everything.

      Weston Hamilton had changed. For me.

      Granted, I was sitting on the covered nail head bench at the foot of our bed awaiting a nighttime spanking, like that was a common thing in the real world, but still, I felt good. I felt like we were on the same page.

      "And I'm sorry I started a brush fire. I know it could have easily СКАЧАТЬ