“You better not be fucking our fiancée!” Conal yelled. “She needs to eat!”
Verity moaned loudly as I swirled my tongue around her clit. Her sweet pussy wept for me, drenching my face in creamy arousal. Fuck, I was so close to blowing my load that it really wasn’t funny.
No other woman had ever affected me like this.
No other woman pushed me to the edge of reason like she did.
My tongue plunged inside her as she clamped her thighs around my head, almost suffocating me in the process.
Fuck, what a way to go. Death by pussy.
That would be my epitaph for sure.
Here lies Ronan Kelly. He went out the way he came into this world.
It was ambiguous enough not to cause any heart attacks in the family burial plot, but anyone with half a brain would understand the hidden meaning.
“Ronan! Please!” Her pretty little pleas were like music to my ears. My girl deserved all the orgasms.
I doubled-down, fucking her with my fingers while sucking on her clit. She shattered under my tongue with a breathy cry of pleasure, groaning my name like a true devotee. My unrequited dick throbbed painfully, but I could wait a while.
Conal was right. Our girl needed to keep her energy levels up for all the fucking I had planned.
My brother stormed in just as I reached for a towel to wipe my mouth. He glared at me before his eyes darkened at the sight of our girl’s satisfied smile.
“She needed some help relaxing, brother.”
He scoffed. “How selfless.”
I smirked. “Always.”
“Fuck off and let me help our girl shower.”
“I don’t need any help!”
Pixie hopped off the counter, her cheeks flushed and her legs wobbly. She stared at the tent in my pants and licked her lips, making me groan. But before I could grab her for round two, my evil twin had shoved me out of the bathroom and locked the door.
I heard Pixie’s giggles and smiled like a sappy idiot. My dick could wait. We had a lifetime of pleasuring our girl to look forward to.
66
Verity
Ilay down on our bed, my stomach full of delicious food and fine wine. Saint Mark’s was visible from the window across from the bed, and I sighed happily, already looking forward to a day of sightseeing tomorrow. This was my first visit to Venice, and I planned to make the most of it.
My phone buzzed from the nightstand. When I checked, it was Thea. I guessed by now she’d heard about the proposal. Conal had mentioned sending her a video clip of the event, although I hadn’t actually seen it.
I cringed, hoping the whole thing wasn’t too cheesy.
“Hi,” I chirped happily after swiping to accept her video call and putting her on speaker.
“Is this what you want?” she asked abruptly, concern written all over her face. From the pile of cushions and pillows behind her, she was calling me from her bedroom, the one she used when she needed a break from her overbearing husbands.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” Did she not want me to be with them? It sure sounded that way.
“I get you care about thestronzos, but I’m worried that they’ve pushed you into this.” She chewed her lip. “We both know you haven’t made great decisions in the past, and the Kellys have bad reps. All of them.”
My happiness bubble popped like a balloon. She still didn’t trust me to know what I wanted. She assumed the guys had coerced me into accepting their proposal and that they’d treat me like shit once they had me locked down.
