“Oh, God!” she screamed, earning an approving moan from Connor as he tightened his hold on her hips and changed the angle so that when he pulled back out, the tip of his cock would tease the top of her core and drive her out of her mind.
“Oh, what the fuck!” one of her brothers, and she really wasn’t sure which one it was or really cared, yelled. “I don’t want to hear this!”
“Then fucking leave!” Connor snapped as he tightened his grip on her hips and held her still as he rotated his hips, ripping another moan from her lips as her fists tightened around the footboard of the bed.
“Perverts!” her brother yelled, sounding horrified as the sound of the door slamming shut vibrated throughout the room, followed by the sounds of someone running away.
Connor chuckled as she felt him press a kiss between her shoulder blades. “That should keep them away for a while.”
“Mmmhmm,” she murmured in agreement even as she pushed back, demanding that he continue what he was doing so that she wasn’t forced to have to hurt him.
Two Weeks Later…
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, running his thumbs over her nipples as he gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, encouraging her to keep riding him.
“Mmmm,” she moaned in agreement as they ignored the pounding on their bedroom door.
“Let’s go!” Craig snapped, pounding on the door harder.
“Your two weeks are up!” Johnny added with a pounding of his own.
“We have work to do!” Bryce added, sounding exhausted, which was understandable since they’d been pounding on their door for the past three hours, demanding that they get their asses moving and join the real world, but after spending the last two weeks in pure heaven he was in absolutely no rush to give this up.
As far as he was concerned, the outside world could go fuck-
“You have until the count of ten to get out of there,” Mr. James suddenly announced and before he could make a grab for her and finish what they’d started, Rory released an adorable squeal, grabbed one of his shirts, pulled it on, ran towards their bedroom door while pulling on a pair of his boxers, yanked the door open as soon as she was decent and muttered, “Sorry, Dad,” with her head down and ran towards the bathroom where he assumed she was going to take a quick shower and get ready for work.
He also assumed that the men standing in the doorway, scowling at him were going to take advantage of this fine opportunity and beat the shit out of him, drag his body out back and feed him to Bunny, who just happened to be standing in front of them, baring his teeth and reminding him that he had to be nice to the little bastard or his wife would kill him.
Sighing heavily, because it looked like their vacation was over, he grabbed hold of the sheet, sat up and wrapped it around himself as he stood up. Ignoring the growling little bastard and the men, who couldn’t seem to stop glaring at him, he stumbled his way across the hallway, opened the door and-
“Hey!” Bryce yelled in protest, reaching for him.
-closed the door behind him and locked it.
Yawning, he dropped the sheet and walked across the bathroom floor following the trail of clothes, absently scratching the back of his head as he reached out with the other hand, pushed the shower curtain aside and joined his wife, who was shooting him a glare of her own.
Chuckling, he reached for her and pulled her back against me. “You knew this had to end at some point,” he said even as he shifted and pushed back inside her, pleased to find her still wet.
“I thought they’d give us a few more days,” she said on a moan as she pushed back her hips and leaned forward so that she place her hands against the shower wall, making him chuckle.
“They took the wall down a few days ago, sweetheart,” he pointed out.
“They could have given us another week,” she muttered with a pout that had him smiling as he leaned down and kissed her damp shoulder.
“They’ve been trying to get us out of the room for days now, Rory,” he said, pressing a kiss to her other shoulder as he slowly took her from behind.
“They didn’t need us,” she muttered pathetically as she greedily pushed back against him.
“They’re getting backed up,” he reminded her even though he’d rather pretend that the rest of the world could go on without them, but he knew better.
Work was already piling up, they had more than twenty people waiting for job estimates, and all of their employees waiting to hear how the merger was going to effect their jobs. In other words, it was past time that they returned to the real world.
“You’re buying us breakfast for this bullshit!” Brian snapped, sounding pissy.