Surrender (Harris Brothers, #4)

by Amy Daws

Our three younger brothers are far too similar to the Three Stooges. If they weren’t full-grown, professional athletes, I swear they’d be in a case study for how apes could function in society.

This is the most bizarre conversation I’ve ever had, and that’s saying a lot because my brothers have spoken to me for hours about the size of their balls.

“I’ve never had a term of endearment.” I’ve never been inspired to give one, is what I think.

“Tell me what to do. Give me an order. Whatever you want. You’re not out of control right now, Sloan. You are completely in control. With me. I give it all to you.”

“I feel like I’m on top of the world! I feel like I can move mountains. Like I can do anything! I feel like I can start creating my own designs again. Hell, I want to start a charity. I want to cure cancer. I want to fucking live!” “What were you doing before?” he asks. “Existing.”

She gets control of my body. She gets control of my mind. But my heart and soul are mine.

“Don’t you dare jerk off!” she states, her golden eyes flashing up to me with sudden renewed determination. “That bulge in your pants is mine, not yours. If I decide I can handle your mood swings, I’ll be the one to take care of it.”

“I don’t want you to dominate me, Sloan. I just want to surrender to you.”

“Treacle, I want to surrender to you because I sense that it’s been a long time since you’ve been with someone who put your needs first.” He

“Hayden is not the kind of man who has to be all of one thing. He can both dominate and surrender. In fact, it makes him more of a man if he can do both. Respect him enough to let him tell you that himself.”

“Sometimes when you love someone too much, your heart is louder than your head.”

“Then pick me up and slam that big cock into me until I’m screaming for mercy.” “Yes, Treacle,” I growl and follow orders like it’s my fucking job.

Now he’s just…Gareth.” Freya erupts into laughter, holding her belly as the fit overtakes her body. “And Tom Hardy is just Tom Hardy!”

“I’m my own fucking man out on the streets. That means I get pushy and assertive and I claim what I want, when I want. But behind closed doors with you in front of me, I fucking give myself to you because, bloody hell, it feels right. I can be two things. Understood?”

“How do you know he’s a wanker?” Gareth runs his thumb across my lower lip. “Because he didn’t see you the way I see you.” My mouth falls open as tears prick the backs of my eyes. “How do you see me?” I ask, my voice thick with fear. He sighs heavily like he’s been sitting on his answer for ages. “Like a fucking lioness. And any rightful king would be a fool not to bow to his queen.”

I’ve spent my entire life using my head to handle things and look where that’s gotten me. Perhaps now it’s time to say “fuck it” and use my heart for once. My heart is not submissive, though. It will not surrender. It will fight back.

“Speaking mother-to-mother here, I will kill you with my bare hands if you break his heart.”

“All I could think about was getting you back to my house and fucking you until we both die.”

“What I’m saying is that there’s no more of what we were. You’re not in control right now, Treacle. Tonight I’m fucking you. I’m claiming you. I’m going to come in you so hard that no man will ever have what I take from you tonight. Do you understand?”