Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
I stay in the spare room long after Ava leaves, curled up on the bed as I stare out the window facing the main street.
Tomorrow night is the night, and a pit of unease begins to grow in my stomach.
The twins have been gone all day on business, muttering about taking care of a few loose ends before the gala.
Ava’s words stay with me as I watch the sun sink behind the steel trappings of the city.
Is anyone looking for me? Ever since I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with working.
Making my own way. I graduated from high school at sixteen.
College by nineteen, and I became one of the city’s leading reporters by the time I was twenty-two.
The signs were all there. I just continually ignored them.
For years, I pushed myself, and for what?
It never brought me any joy. I did it to get out from under my father and away from Drew.
As much as I wanted the arrangement to work, I knew in my soul, all along, that it wasn’t the right fit.
Even if I’d done everything right—married him and been his trophy wife—he still would have wound up in bed with Brittany. Because that is the type of man he is.
The last week has shown me things I would never have found if Seamus and Kiernan hadn’t kidnapped me. They opened my mind to what I’ve been missing.
Me.
For so long, I did nothing but live in the shadow of my father and stepmother.
Shunned and kept away simply for being born.
I was a mistake, and I let that dictate my life.
I may have won my small freedoms, but now, away from the influence of my family, I realize that I hadn’t won those.
They allowed them because they were useful.
Drew was meant to be my escape. Even if he was arranged by my father, it was still more freedom than I’d ever had. But, in reality, he was another trap set to keep me subdued. The only thing that saved me was his desperation to get out from under his father.
I have always been a pawn, and I hate that I never truly noticed that nothing has been my decision.
I just want to be able to make my own choices.
“There you are, wildcat.” I am so caught up in my inner musings that I don’t hear the door to the room open. “What are you still doing in here? Nan said you finished trying on your gala dress hours ago.”
Shrugging a shoulder, I continue to stare out the window, not moving.
Ava’s words are still churning in my mind, and I can’t seem to let them go.
The side of me that still believes in princes and knights, the little girl who dreams of fairy tales, wants with all her heart to believe that these two men care about me.
That I am more to them than just the sum of my last name.
“Hey, now,” he whispers. The bed dips behind me, and then Seamus is pulling me into his lap. “What’s all this?”
“I don’t know.” I cuddle closer to his warm, broad chest. “Just anxious about going home tomorrow night, I guess.” Seamus’s arms tighten around my smaller frame, one hand running soothing circles down my back while his other hand comes to my cheek.
“We won’t let anything happen to you, Bailey.” He holds my gaze, his emerald eyes locking with mine as he conveys how serious he is. “I promise you that. You’re ours, wildcat, and we protect what’s ours.”
That is the crux of the situation, though, isn’t it?
I am not theirs. I can never be theirs, and I open my mouth to tell him so, but he silences me with a kiss. Soft, tender, and slow. Like we have all the time in the world.
“You’re ours, Bailey,” he vows, edging himself off the bed with me still in his arms. “And we’re going to show you just how much.”
We are off. I hold on to his neck as he carries me out of the spare room and back to the one I have spent every night in. The bed they’ve pleasured me in, fucked me in, held me in.
“Found her, I see.” Kiernan strides out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.
“Aye,” Seamus confirms cheekily as he sets me down on my feet. “Thought she could escape us and hide away.”
Kiernan beams. “And here I thought we could give our good girl a reward.”
Fuck me, those two words are like a fucking spell.
“I was too a good girl,” I tell them obstinately. “I was very good. Ask Nan.”
The twins laugh. “I don’t think we can trust your word, lass.”
Well, shit.
“Look here, mister,” my eyes narrow playfully at him, “I’ll have you know I was on my best behavior. I deserve orgasms.”
The twins stare at each other in shocked silence for a moment at my words. I have been forward with them before, but not this much. It is not my area of expertise, and the twins are more than happy to take control.
“Oh, did you hear that, brother?” Seamus smirks, the hunger in his eyes sending a shiver of desire to my core. “Our lady wants orgasms.”
“Lots of them,” I make sure to add.
Kiernan raises a brow at his brother. “Lots of them, indeed, mo fraochún beag.”
And there goes my inner hussy and her cartwheels.
“Better start stripping if you want those orgasms, wildcat.” Seamus winks at me.
He digs around in the nightstand by the bed as I all but tear my clothes from my body until I am standing naked before them.
Seamus drops an unmarked bottle on the bed and then proceeds to remove his own clothes.
All Kiernan has to do is drop his towel.
The two exchange a few silent glances before Kiernan nods and strides to the edge of the bed and sits. He lies back against the soft duvet, his hands resting behind his head.
“Go on, wildcat,” Seamus urges. “You want orgasms?”
I nod my head enthusiastically, no doubt resembling one of those bobbleheads on a dashboard.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes, sir.” This time, there is no tension in my words when I utter that phrase. The past week has taught me that it is not about them trying to degrade or humiliate. It is just their kink. Even now, I can see how those two words affect Kiernan as he lies before me, waiting.
“Good girl.”
Yep. I can completely understand how words affect them.
Because their praise affects me. I crawl up on the mattress, licking my lips at the sight of Kiernan’s erect cock.
I give him a slow, smooth stroke, relishing in the feel of his hard, silky shaft beneath my hand.
He groans at the contact, and a heady sensation fills me at how much I affect this man.
Not just with my words, but with my touch.
Hands grip my waist, shifting me until Kiernan’s cock is directly in front of my face, and my pussy is hovering over his.
“Wait…” A low moan leaves my lips at the feel of Kiernan’s tongue swiping along my center.
Mother Theresa on a biscuit. My pussy clenches, and a hot static surge of electricity shoots up my body.
He digs his hands into my ass, pulling my dripping cunt closer to his mouth.
The pain mixes with the pleasure, sending another spike of desire through me.
“Take him in your mouth, a stóre,” Seamus commands huskily. “Get him nice and ready.” Without hesitating, I suck him down like my next breath, refusing to play the coy, na?ve woman I have been before. Kiernan calls me his little whore, and fuck if I am not going to own it.
Because I can. Inside these four walls, there is never any shame for the wanton desire I seem to possess.
They encourage me to explore and push my boundaries without judging.
It might seem like they have all the control, but the truth is, I do.
I am the one who decides our boundaries and when things need to stop. And I know they will always listen.
I can slowly feel the edge approaching. My pending orgasm hanging on by a thread, and I roll my hips against Kiernan’s face to try to ease myself over. But the Irish asshat is not having it.
“Not until we say so, Bailey.” Seamus picks me up like a rag doll, holding me to him, his lips meeting mine. The rustling of the bedding tells me Kiernan has moved.
“Time for the main event.”
Seamus tosses me down on the bed and cocks his head in the direction of his brother, who is now settled back against the headboard.
“Take him for a ride, baby.”
Smirking, I crawl up the bed toward Kiernan, my breasts swaying beneath me, ass in the air. Straddling him, I brace my hands on his shoulders as he guides his cock to my entrance. The angle is deeper, and I still have trouble taking either one of them this way.
But I am not a quitter.
Bit by bit, I work him deeper, stimulating my clit as I slip down his length.
Once he is sheathed fully inside me, I take a deep breath and begin to move.
Using my thighs, I raise myself up the length of his cock before dropping myself back down, both of us groaning at the sensation of being so full again.
I grind down on him, working my clit against his pelvis, my breasts brushing against his bare chest.
Kiernan’s hands are on my hips, helping me to find a rhythm, urging me faster, my pleasure building and building until…
“Fuck you, asshat.”
The twins glance at each other, another silent conversation rolling through them. Kiernan rolls out from underneath me and moves to one of the wingback chairs, pulling it to the end of the bed. He sits, his legs spread wide, lazily stroking his cock and surveying us like a king unto his kingdom.
“Go on and give him a show, wildcat.”
I squeal as Seamus pulls me to the end of the bed, so my legs are dangling off.
Leaning back slightly, I spread my legs, giving him an unobstructed view.
I gaze at Kiernan through hooded eyes as I trail my fingers down my chest, letting them linger on my breasts before inching them down my stomach to my mound.