Page 46 of Irish Daddies
“Then take it.”
He slides in slow as Declan keeps moving behind me. The stretch is insane. I’m stuffed, dizzy, held in place by Declan’s hands on my hips and Rian’s soft curses as he rocks into my mouth. My body is a live wire, burning at every touch.
Kellan watches, one hand stroking himself as he waits his turn, hunger carved into every line of his face.
Declan reaches around to circle my clit, and I lose it, moaning, trembling, my orgasm crashing down again, harder, faster, until I’m sobbing into Rian’s groin. Declan pulls out, eyes wide with awe. “Jesus,” he breathes. “She’s perfect.”
Kellan follows with a growl and slams into me without mercy. There’s no tenderness, just possession, like he’s trying to fuck every memory of anyone else out of my body. And it works. I come again, raw and ragged, crying out his name, nails digging into his back.
And then I don’t know where anyone is or whose touch is whose. All I know is, I’m surrounded.
I can’t tell the difference between mouths and hands anymore, except that Kellan kisses me like he wants to brand me from the inside out, Declan like he’s apologizing for every rough edgehe’s ever shown me. Rian kisses me like he thinks I’m something limited, something he’ll run out of.
And through it all, I’m seen. Not just touched or claimed or fucked.Seen.
They move like they’ve planned this, like they know each other’s rhythm, each other’s cues. But I realize quickly that they’re moving in response tome. My gasps. My trembles. My need.
I fall apart and get put back together in three different pairs of hands.
After, I lie between them, chest rising and falling like I’ve survived something. In a way, I have. I’ve had weeks of survival. Declan brushes hair from my forehead like he doesn’t know how to be gentle, but he’s trying. Rian presses a kiss to my temple. Kellan runs fingers down my spine, slow and sleepy.
“I love you,” I whisper, not knowing who I mean.
Or maybe I mean all of them.
A cell phone rings out in the kitchen, and Rian walks out to get it. Kellan kisses me as he reluctantly extricates his body from me. He kisses me, and I taste myself on him. “I’m going to grab us some water,” he murmurs, peppering my face with more kisses before he slips out of the bed.
When we’re alone, I nestle into Declan’s arm, feeling safe in the space that once choked me. He looks down at me and holds my cheek with one strong hand. His jaw is tight. “Caroline.” His voice is gentle, like he’s preparing me for bad news.
“Yes, Declan?” I hum, attempting to kiss away the tension in the muscle of his jaw. It doesn’t work.
“I know why you felt so guilty before.”
I freeze. His normally dead eyes are lit up with excitement. He only gets excited to wreck something. “Why?” I whisper, my voice cracking. I pull away from him, and he lets me, sitting up.
“I watched you shoot.” He leans forward so his lips graze my cheek, and he whispers into my ear, “You weren’t forced. You pulled the trigger too.”
I stand up quickly, putting space between us. “Stop. That isn’t true.”
He smiles at me, that smile that shows me more rows of teeth than look human, and he shrugs. “I was hoping we could be honest with each other, Caroline. I liked seeing that. Knowing that you were capable of strength.”
“You mean violence,” I interrupt, shaking as I pull my pajamas on over my sticky thighs.
His eyes narrow. “Whatever you call it, you’ll need it.”
From down the hall, one of the boys cries out for me, and my eyes glance over wildly.
“I’ll get him,” Declan says.
“Why would you get him? He’smyson,” I bark. I turn away from the hurt on his face to pad down the hallway.
As I walk away, guilt sneaks in. Because he’s right. I did pull the trigger.
And he saw that, and he didn’t flinch from it. It made him want memore.
I open the bedroom door and see Isaac sweating and whimpering from a nightmare, standing in the moonlight while his brother sleeps. I wrap my arms around him and think of Declan as a child, killing his mother.
The door creaks open, and Declan walks in with a glass of water. “Hey, buddy,” he purrs, squatting down and offering the water to Isaac. “Did you have a bad dream?”
