Page 207 of Three Irish Kings
I bob my head, saliva slipping out of my mouth and making the glide easier so that I don’t choke. I breathe through my nose, try to relax my throat as Dare takes hold of my ponytail in one hand, tugging lightly at my hair to make me keep the right rhythm.
He’s practically fucking my mouth, and I love it.
I’m soaked already, and no one has even touched me.
Dare chokes out a grunt when he comes, flooding my mouth.
I swallow, licking my lips, and Cillian curses in Gaelic.
“She’s really something, isn’t she?” Liam smiles, looking at me with lust but also love in his eyes.
He walks toward me, helping me up while Dare pants and readjusts his sweats, plopping down in the chair Liam vacated.
“Aye,” Cillian agrees, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, having discarded his shirt.
I get distracted, looking at the wide expanse of his chest, the new bullet holes that now adorn him along with the one in his shoulder.
Liam cups my face. “Look at me, not him.”
I can’t help but smile when I turn my gaze back to him. “Jealous?”
“Always,” he murmurs, kissing my mouth gently. “But right now, I just want to tell you something.”
I search his face.
Is it Cormac? Something about Irene?
I’ve told the boys I want to go back for her, and they’ve agreed, once things settle down.
“What is it?” I bite my lip.
“I love you.”
I blink. Just… blink.
That’s the literal last thing I expected him to say.
I melt into his arms, putting my hands on his chest. Tears flood my vision.
He frowns. “What’s wrong? Please don’t cry. I don’t mind if you don’t love me back yet,mo chroí.Just give me a chance to win you over. Don’t send me away, okay?”
I shake my head, my throat all clogged up.
His face falls, and my heart breaks that he thinks I’m rejecting him.
I hold his face in my hands, swallow hard and smile. “Liam… I love you, too.”
His eyes widen as they fly to mine. “You do?”
I laugh, nodding my head. “So much.”
Liam groans and laughs at the same time as tears stream down my face nonstop.
“Our crybaby,” Dare teases, and I shoot him a look, sniffling.
“I can’t help it! It’s the hormones.”
“I don’t mind it,a ghrá.You already know I love you.” Dare grins.
