Chapter 31 Verity
Verity
"Open your legs, sweetheart," Conal commanded as I fought against his iron grip. We both knew the only reason I didn't capitulate immediately was because I wanted him to punish me for my transgressions.
"She prefers my cock." Ronan smirked as I panted with lust on the bed. "Understandable, given it's way bigger than yours."
"In your fucking dreams." Conal's mouth found my breasts as he pushed two fingers inside me. But it wasn't enough.
"I want more!" I whimpered. He chuckled, knowing how frustrated I was after five days of them being away while they handled some business for Declan in Belfast.
He glanced sideways. "Do you think she's ready for both of us?"
Ronan looked thoughtful while still smirking. "Hmm, not sure she's ready for double the fun."
"Just fucking fuck me, you fucking dickhead stronzo!"
I slipped my fingers between my thighs, desperate for relief. If neither of those bastards would give me an orgasm, I'd give myself one. Only my fingers weren't the same and I couldn't quite get myself over the finish line.
A small sob of frustration slipped past my lips, which rapidly morphed into a whimper of pleasure when Conal finally pushed his hard cock inside me. But when I looked up, Ronan stood there gripping his shaft.
"Got room for one more, Pixie?" He winked. Conal rolled me over so I lay across his chest.
"What… no!" Ronan nudged at my entrance. No way would he fit. Not with Conal already inside me. No fucking way!
"Relax, Pixie, you can take me, too. The vagina is a wonderful thing. Trust me, Doctor Ronan is an expert on vaginas."
"If I hear the word vagina come out of your mouth one more time, I'll ban you from my bedroom," I huffed. Vagina had to be the least sexy word ever.
"I'd rather your vagina came in my mouth but OK." The annoying bastard laughed as he pressed harder, and then he slipped in, stretching me past my comfort zone.
This was too much. My pussy wasn't that stretchy. A hand squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple to distract me from the discomfort of two thick cocks in my pussy.
"You're doing so well, baby girl," Conal cooed as he slipped his hand between us to rub my swollen clit. "That's it. Let him in so we can both fuck you."
"Nearly in, Pixie." Ronan sounded almost as strained as I felt, but the deeper he edged, the more pleasurable, rather than painful, it became. Each infinitesimal movement triggered new nerve endings, sending bursts of pleasure shooting up my spine.
"Fuck, you're so tight." Ronan gripped my hips and slid in further. He and Conal worked in unison, like a sexy slip-and-slide ride. My eyes closed as my body went into free-fall. Between Conal rubbing gentle circles on my clit and the exquisite pressure inside my pussy, I couldn't hold back.
I fell apart with a high-pitched shriek, completely lost in euphoria as my orgasm hit with the impact of a freight train. Stars burst behind my eyes and I heard the guys roar as they followed me. It wasn't until I came floating back to earth that I realized we were all wet.
Oh my god, had I peed myself?
"Pixie girl!" Ronan sounded delighted rather than horrified, so I guessed my bladder hadn't burst. "You squirted all over me!"
"That sounds…" I buried my face in Conal's chest and silently prayed for a sinkhole to open up below Ronan’s bedroom. Surely squirting wasn't normal. Did I have a dysfunctional vagina?
"Amazing!" Ronan chuckled. "I knew you were special, Pixie girl." He pulled me up and off Conal, apparently uncaring about the mess I'd made. The thought of Mrs. O'Mara changing the sheets made me cringe with embarrassment.
"Let's clean you up, sweetheart." Conal scooped me up with one arm and carried me into the bathroom. "Go pee while I draw you a soothing bath. You must be sore."
I was sore. Very sore now that the endorphin rush had faded. If these guys wanted sex again in the next 24 hours, they were shit out of luck. My pussy was closed for business for the foreseeable.
I crawled into my bed and promptly crashed. The plan had been to stay in Ronan's room, but after our sexy antics, his bed was a biohazard, so we de-camped into my room. My bed wasn't big enough for one curvy woman and two giant men, but we made it work.
Nobody had drawn the drapes over the French windows, so sunlight hit me right in the face the following morning. When I blearily opened my eyes, Conal had left, but Ronan was still fast asleep next to me.
Damn, we'd overslept. Conal had insisted last night I needed to hit the gym this morning, but I couldn't find it in me to care about slacking off. As far as I was concerned, sex was a suitable workout, even if it didn't involve any self-defense moves.
"Stop wiggling," Ronan grumbled in my ear as I checked my phone for messages, frowning at the five missed calls from Saoirse. What was so important? She'd told me she was studying for an exam.
I'd call her back in a minute.
"I need to pee." After such a long sleep, my bladder twinged. My delicate bits hurt too, but I wasn't thinking about them.
"Then go pee. But come straight back to bed so I can check your pussy for damage."
I snorted with laughter. "No can do. I need to call your sister. She's been calling me."
He rolled back and treated me to a view of his chiseled abs. "Make it a quick call. I have plans for you." Judging by the erection tenting the sheet, I could guess what those plans included.
Before I could reply, my bedroom door swung open and Saoirse burst in. She skidded to a halt in shock at the sight of her brother lounging in my bed. I yanked up the comforter, but it was way too late: the horse had officially bolted.
My best friend's face registered shock, anger, and then hurt.
"What the actual fuck, Ro!" she yelled at her brother. Then she turned and stared at me in disbelief. "When were you going to tell me you're fucking my brother?"
"Brothers," Ronan piped up unhelpfully.
Saoirse's eyebrows shot up into her hairline.
"You mean you're… Conal, too? Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what the…
" She threw her hands in the air. "You know what?
I don't care. My brothers? Really? Wow. If you don't respect our friendship enough to share something this important, then fuck you!
" Her furious words bounced off the wall and lodged in my brain like shrapnel.
Was the one friendship that meant more to me than anything else now irrevocably ruined beyond repair?
Saoirse stormed out of my bedroom while I shook like a leaf at the encounter. How had everything gone to shit so fast? One minute I was on cloud nine, and the next, hurtling toward a cliff on the fast train to Hell.
"Chill, Pixie. Saoirse will calm down soon." It was obvious Ronan didn't see the problem here. Typical man.
"She's upset and pissed off, and she probably hates me.
" Why had I been so stupid? I should have told her already.
We talked most days, and I'd had plenty of opportunities to come clean about everything, yet despite this, I'd held back.
Mostly because I knew she'd be upset about me sleeping with her brothers.
Justifiably upset with me after I'd sworn I no longer had a crush on them when she asked the day I after arrived. I'd basically lied to her, which was something I'd never done before.
In my defense, I'd been in denial. Unwilling to admit I still had a thing for them. Mostly because I didn't think they felt the same way.
Ronan pulled me into his arms. "Don't sweat it, Pixie girl. Saoirse will get over it. She's only mad because she hates being left out of the gossip." From the way she'd stormed off, I wasn't so convinced she'd forgive and forget anytime soon. My bestie could hold a grudge like nobody else.
I pushed him away while steeling myself for a tough conversation and some serious groveling. If I didn't mend things now, she might leave, so I threw a robe on and dashed after her.
"Saoirse! Wait!"
She stopped in her bedroom doorway, her face flushed with anger and on the verge of tears.
"Why? Got some more truth bombs for me?"
"Please, let me explain! It's not what you think!" I pleaded, desperate for her to listen. My legs shook with anxiety as we faced each other. We'd never had a major falling out. Saoirse was my best friend. I loved her.
I cataloged the dark bags under her blue eyes and the dull sheen of her normally vibrant red hair. Had something happened? Maybe this wasn't about me. She could be projecting her own pain and lashing out at me because the person she really wanted to hurt was unavailable.
She raised one eyebrow derisively and scoffed. "I saw all I needed to know. You're fucking my brother, and from his not-so-subtle hint, my other brother, too. Tell me, is Declan safe? Or are you planning on building a harem like your sister?"
I winced, a telltale flush coloring my cheeks. Her jab wasn't so far off the mark. My attraction to Declan continued to simmer away, even if he didn't feel the same way.
"Jesus, Ver. Have you no fucking sense of self-preservation?
I love my brothers, but they are all bastards with women.
God knows me and Aoife had to watch scores of the poor bitches crying into their coffee when one or more of my brothers had fucked and chucked them after a one-night hook-up.
Hell, it got so bad I considered becoming a part-time Uber driver so I could earn money ferrying the women away from the estate post-hookup! "
Her scathing observation hit home. All three of the Kelly brothers had a bad rep, even Conal, who was the nicer one. I'd taken him at his word that he'd ended things with Maeve, but had he?
Doubts swarmed into my mind, making me second-guess everything they'd told me.
"I can't believe you fell for Ronan's bullshit, Ver!" She shook her head. "Fuck my life. I came home to cheer you up. I thought you were bored and lonely based on our recent conversations." Her lip curled in disgust. "So glad I wasted my time flying home."
Before I could say another word, she stomped into her bedroom and slammed the door in my face.
Tears pricked my eyes, but I wiped them away. Crying was pointless. Ronan was likely right, and she just needed some time to calm down.
I resolved to let her have some space instead of fruitlessly trying to apologize through her bedroom door. Hopefully, in a few hours, she'd be more receptive to my overtures.
Our friendship was salvageable.
I refused to accept otherwise, because if I lost her support, I wasn’t sure how I’d cope.