Minutes ticked past. Five. Ten. The pub stayed silent. No footsteps on the stairs. Nothing.
What if I’d been too subtle?
Surely he didn’t think I really meant for him to lock up and go home.
I pushed to my feet. “I’m going to check on him.”
Finn grabbed me around the waist and pulled me onto his lap. “He’ll come.”
“But what if he doesn’t?”
Finn cupped my face. “He’ll come, Bree. Declan’s not stupid. He knows what you meant.”
“Give him a few more minutes.” Ronan settled onto the couch beside Finn. “He’s probably finishing up. In the meantime.” He kissed my shoulder, then my neck. “We can all use a little distraction.”
I should say no. I should make them wait for Declan, but the heat spiraling through me, that firm, demanding need that pressed me down onto Finn’s lap where the ridge of his cock rode the space between my thighs, kept me in place. “Promise you’ll go get him if it takes much longer.”
Ronan nodded, his gray eyes resolute. “I will.” He eased his hands down my arms and to my wrists, circling them with his fingers and raising my arms over my head.
Finn kissed me again, deeper this time, his hands going to my waist. When he broke away from the kiss to nod at Ronan, all my hesitancy vanished.
Ronan pulled my shirt over my head and released my wrists.
This was insanity. And I never wanted it to stop.
Finn lifted me off his lap and worked the zipper down on my jeans, tugging the material and kissing every inch of skin he exposed.
“Don’t stop.” I reached back and locked my arms around Ronan’s neck where he stood behind me.
Rough hands grazed my hips and slid between my legs. “You’re so wet for us.”
“I need you.” The door swung open. “All of you.”
17
DECLAN
I turned the knob and pushed the door open. The sight on the other side nearly brought me to my knees. K
Bree stood in the middle of the room, her shirt gone. Ronan stood behind her, his hands sliding over her bare shoulders. Finn kissed the side of her neck, one hand between her legs.
Her eyes met mine. Relief flooded her expression. Desire burned alongside it, heat so intense if blistered the air and punched the air from my lungs.
She wanted me here. Wanted all of us.
I stepped through and closed the door, clicking the lock into place.
Finn lifted his head and grinned. “About time.”
Words failed me as every cell in my body screamed for me to cross the room and touch her.
So I did.
I kissed her like I’d been dying to all week. Her lips parted on a gasp, and I took advantage, claiming her the way I had on St. Patrick’s Day.
She grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer, her nails scraping against my chest through the fabric.
Ronan’s hands moved down her sides to her hips. Finn kissed her shoulder, and Bree made that sound–half gasp, half moan–that went straight to my cock.
