Page 200 of Three Irish Kings
Everything’s as it should be.
Isla looks between all three of us, a wicked gleam in her hazel eyes. “So, what happens when you guys get jealous and fight over me?”
I growl, “We take it out on your body.”
Isla shivers.
Dare lifts an eyebrow. “Was that a good shiver or a bad shiver?”
“Good. So good.”
“Aye?” Cillian raises an eyebrow. "I might be feeling a little jealous right now."
Isla giggles, but I shake my head.
“You need some bed rest, as does Dare, and we have an early flight tomorrow.”
“Party pooper,” Dare teases, but there’s no edge to it.
He’s happy as a clam, and I think he would be even without the drugs.
Even Cillian is smiling, smiling like I’ve rarely seen him.
Cillian and Isla lounge on one of the beds while Dare is on the other and I sit on the couch.
Isla puts her head on Cill’s chest.
“I guess we’re bunking together,” I say dryly to Dare, and he chuckles, nonplussed.
“Sorry,” Isla pouts. “He’s hurt too, so it’s his turn to get cuddles.”
Cill gives us a smug grin, and I kind of want to punch him.
Guess I’ll have to take that out on Isla later, when we’re finally in Europe. Cillian and I decided on Italy since I speak a bit of Italian, and I think Isla will love it. Dare will go anywhere for Isla, I know that, and it’ll be a nice surprise for them both.
Cill kisses Isla passionately, and the jealousy that stabs through me is lessened, especially when she pushes him away gently.
“You’re not well enough, and you’re high as a kite.” She giggles. “No sex until you’re better.”
My brother in all but blood pouts. “Does oral count? You could sit on my face.”
Dare’s eyes widen at Cill’s bluntness, but I just laugh.
Isla looks over at me and Dare. “Can I?”
Her voice is low and obedient, and it makes my dick twitch in my slacks.
We’ve all showered separately, and we’re all exhausted, but whatever Isla wants, Isla gets.
I glance at Dare and he nods, eyes darkened with desire.
Isla stands up, stripping her clothes–some we’d picked up from the department store on the way in.
When she’s bare, my breath catches in my throat.
She’s so gorgeous, with her ample ass and long legs, her pert breasts, the well of her belly, soon to be swollen with our child.
“Fuck,” Dare mutters, and I nod, watching intently.
