"Fuck me," Conal groaned, staring at my breasts like a starving man.
Ronan chuckled as he stroked his cock. Before I could prepare, he'd plunged inside my pussy. I screamed before a hand clapped over my mouth.
"You need to be quiet, Pixie," Ronan urged. "We don't want Declan to come running in here with his gun. The bastard might shoot me in the ass and that fucking hurts."
A panicked giggle escaped when I pictured Declan finding Ronan balls deep inside me, with Conal watching. My body liked the idea, however, which did not escape Ronan's notice.
"Fuck, she likes the idea of Declan catching us," he marveled in surprise. "I felt her little pussy clench around me when I said it."
I closed my eyes, ashamed. Were two guys not enough for me? Still, this was my ho phase, so I just needed to roll with it. Ronan removed his hand, and a scratchy chin grazed my breasts. When I reopened them, Conal stood watching me.
"We like to share, sweetheart," he rasped. "All of us."
The meaning in his words sank in and the universe stopped spinning for a second. Was he trying to tell they shared women with Declan? Surely not. Declan was way too dominant. I couldn't see him letting his younger brothers fuck his girlfriend.
Oh my God. Had these two fucked…Bridget?
My face must have projected my horror at the thought, because Conal chuckled.
"No, not Bridget."
"Fuck me. Don't invoke that woman's name. She's like fucking Satan. Speak the Devil's name and the demon shall appear."
Conal scoffed. "Pick our girl up and sit on the bed so she's facing me." He dropped his pants while Ronan pulled out of me and did as Conal instructed. I looked down to see Conal hard and ready for me. Like Ronan, Conal was fucking huge. Way bigger than my previous three pathetic lovers.
My heart rate spiked. Would they expect me to accommodateboth of them…at thesame time? No fucking way. Not fucking happening.
While I spun out in my head, Ronan pushed back inside me from behind, making me yelp. He felt different in this position, and I felt horribly exposed with my legs spread wide and my pussy on display.
"Does Pixie look good stuffed full of my cock?" Ronan asked his brother while palming my breasts.
"She'd look a lot better stuffed full ofmycock," Conal grunted. His cock bobbed against his taut abs, making my mouth water. "But first, I want to taste her tits."
He bent over and took a hard nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, before switching to the other. Each time he sucked, Ronan thrust up inside me.
I whimpered, rapidly coming undone at the dual onslaught. The faster Ronan powered into me from below while Conal sucked and squeezed my breasts, the harder it was to cling on to my sanity.
When I fell apart, Conal swallowed my moans and then bent to suck my clit, rapidly propelling me into a third orgasm that went on and on and on, triggering Ronan's release.
I was barely conscious when Ronan lifted me off and placed me back down on the bed. Conal moved between my thighs and slid inside me, apparently not caring about the mess Ronan had left behind.
"You feel so damn good, sweetheart," he whispered in my ear as he pressed me into the soft mattress, taking care not to squash me under his bulky frame.
Each stroke sparked more pleasure. Pushed me higher. We came together in a rush of pleasure and I wondered if I'd died and gone to heaven because surely nothing in life could possibly be this damn good.
30
Declan
My brothers were hiding something. They'd fought all the time as kids, mostly over girls, but this was different. Walking into the kitchen to find the two of them at each other's throats was unexpected.
They rarely locked horns these days, and it had been a while since I'd had to threaten them with violence. So what the fuck was going on?
Something told me Verity's presence was the catalyst for today’s drama. I wasn't blind. I knew Ronan had a thing for her. Had done ever since she arrived at our house a few weeks ago. But Conal too?
This wasn't good. We didn't need any additional trouble. I had enough on my plate trying to snuff out the O'Rourkes and their stupid coup. My brothers needed to be focused, not mooning over a girl.
Or woman, I mentally corrected myself. Verity was no longer a kid. Not with those curves.
