Chapter Twenty-Two
Rebecca
I’d been dreading the fight all week and with good reason. Cillian was bleeding beneath his right eye, his chest was mottled red with the sheer number of body punches he’d taken, and right now he was in a spine-twisting chokehold.
“Fuck.” I squeezed closer to Amy. “Why aren’t they stopping it?”
“They will…surely,” she said and gulped.
The atmosphere was fever pitch, like a medieval crowd gone to see the burning of witches or the hanging of heretics. I’d never known anything like it, and my ears were ringing and my heart racing.
“Oh, thank God,” Amy said.
Cillian had flipped Kev and pinned him to the floor in a hold that appeared impossible to get out of. The referee was poised to give a point. The crowd bounced up and down, and from the corners of the cage both Del and Finn yelled wildly.
A point was given to Cillian, and he jumped up.
He spit out his mouth guard and roared at the crowd, banging the side of the cage and riling them up further.
He was high on his victory, every tendon in his neck taut and his muscles bunched.
He pounded his chest and ran a circle, giving the crowd the spectacle they’d come to witness: a bloody and bruised fighter showing off his skills.
Finn high-fived his twin, and then they both shook their fists at their fans who clapped and cheered so much the building seemed to shake.
Pride rushed through me. These two men were mine.
All mine. They were bad and dangerous, talented and wild.
They had depths and ambitions I’d probably never understand, but that just made me want them all the more.
My body tingled at the thought of getting up close and personal with all that muscle later on.
Having their sweat glide on my flesh, feel their power lurking beneath the surface of their skin as they held me, penetrated me, pleasured me.
A shiver started in my pelvis and wound its way up my spine. I’d be glad when the fight was over and I’d get them to myself again instead of having to share.
Amy hopped on the spot when Finn tagged in. She was getting into the spirit of it. I wasn’t quite there and watched Phil apply something to the cut on Cillian’s face. Anxiety gnawed.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the fight was over. Finn and Cillian were victorious and their home supporters ecstatic at the victory. The four men, after tearing so brutally at each other, fist pumped and clapped each other on the back before leaving the cage.
Beer flowed. The heady scent of sweat and alcohol filled the gym.
Amy slipped off with Mitch. She had a sparkle in her eye I hadn’t seen before.
What was going on with them? Amy was usually slow to trust, slow to let new people into her life…
but Mitch. He seemed to know just which of her buttons to press, what to say… how to handle her fucked-up past.
“You okay, doll?” Finn wrapped his hand around my waist and kissed the top of my head.
“I am, what about you?”
He slugged on a can of beer then grinned. “Nothing a shower and naked time with you won’t fix.”
Cillian sidled up to me and squeezed my ass. He’d pulled on sweats and a white vest with a red-and-orange cobra on the front. “Fighting makes me horny, shall we get outta here?”
I glanced around the crowd. “But won’t they miss you guys?”
“We stink and we’re bloody, no one will blame us for disappearing to shower.” Cillian touched the cut on his cheek that had been Steri-Stripped. “Let’s go. Your place or ours?”
“Mine, it’s closer.”
“I guess it is, just about.” Finn set down his drink and pulled on a plain black t-shirt along with his favorite navy Nike sweats.
We wandered from the club, calls of congratulations on a job well done following us.
We made our way along the city streets with the sun beating down on us. A group of kids raced past on their bikes, and a chubby tabby cat lazed on a high brick wall, its tail curling downward.
“I’ll make some food.” I opened my front door.
“That can wait, I need a shower,” Finn said.
“Me, too.”
“I can cook while you—”
“We want you in the shower with us,” Cillian said. “Food can wait, we have other appetites that need sating.”
A thrill went through me. “I like the sound of that.”
“You’ll like the feel of it, too.”
We went upstairs, Finn tossing his t-shirt over the banister when we reached the top. Cillian peeled off his clothes at the entrance to the bathroom and stood, gloriously naked, with his hand under the stream of warming water.
“You’re bruised pretty bad,” I said. “And that cut on your face.”
Cillian shrugged. “Not as bad as the other guy.”
“I guess.” I pulled my dress over my head.
“Fuck.” Finn shoved at his sweats. “That’s some sweet underwear. You’re fucking hot, you know that?”
I placed my hands on my hips and cocked them. He made me feel hot, and I wasn’t going to give that up. “Glad you like it, it’s new.”
“We do like it, a lot,” Cillian said, stepping into the shower. “But it can go now, it’s been admired.”
Finn came up behind me and undid my bra. The cups fell away, and he dropped it into the sink. Next came my lace thong, discarded, forgotten.
He held my hand, and we joined Cillian under the heavy stream of hot water.
I breathed deep, the steam full of the scent of them.
My pussy trembled, and my breasts ached.
I was turned on, eager for it, but knowing it was a dead cert created the pleasure of anticipation.
I nestled myself between my two men and tipped my face to the water.
“We’re proud of you,” Finn said into my ear. “You coped well, watching the fight.”
“Real well.” Cillian came close. He was fully hard, and his pierced cock tapped onto my lower belly. “You should be rewarded.”
“So should you, for winning.”
“It’s just our day job,” Cillian said. “Winning is what we do.”
“I’ve noticed.” I thought of some of their darker dealings and was glad that they won those, too. Losing would be worse than just a defeat on their stat record. It could mean the end of their lives.
“We’ve won you, too, right?” Cillian said.
“You know you have.” I pulled him in for a kiss. He tasted of the heat of the ring and the spice of victory, and our tongues danced.
Finn cupped my breasts and tweaked my nipples, nibbling on my ear, my neck and shoulder as he did so.
I filled my hands with shower gel and soaped up Cillian. Finn did the same to me, and the sweet tropical scent of coconut bloomed through the space.
When we’d rinsed off, Finn slipped his fingers to my pussy. “Let’s take this to the bedroom. I want to play.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“I’ll just see to this.” Cillian pointed at the cut under his eye. The white strips holding his wound together were peeling off.
“Want me to do it?” I asked.
“No.” He grinned. “I’m a big boy, but you know that.”
Giggling, I stepped out, and Finn wrapped a towel around my body, pulling me close and rubbing my shoulders. Like his brother he was fully erect, and I was becoming impatient to get my hands on his cock.
He chuckled as if reading my mind. “Come on, this way.” He took me to the bedroom and sat me on the end of the bed.
Then he reached for the full-length mirror I had standing on the opposite side of the room, set against the wall.
He leaned it opposite me, so I could see myself, then came behind me on the bed, legs around my hips and his chest to my back.
“I want you to see how beautiful you are,” he whispered, “see how we see you.” He released the towel and exposed my heavy breasts and pale curves. “I adore every inch of you.” He cupped my breasts and flicked my nipples. “You are beyond perfect, never change.”
I watched his movements while sensations ripped through me. He touched me with such reverence, such adoration that I truly believed I’d let him do anything to me.
“I found this.” He held up my small silver vibrator. “In your drawer.”
“Nosing around, huh?” I swallowed, and my clit pulsed. The little toy was powerful and didn’t fail to produce a clitoral orgasm.
“I want to know everything about you, every tiny detail.” He flicked the vibe on and trailed it from my throat to my sternum. “What’s in your drawers, your heart, what all of your kinks are, some we know, some we don’t…yet.”
I trembled and dug my toes into the carpet. I wasn’t too sure what all my kinks were either, but if two people could help me discover them it was Finn and Cillian.
“We’re gonna make it so good for you,” he murmured. “Open your legs for me.”
I hesitated and stared at the reflection of my patch of pubic hair.
“Rebecca, do it,” he said sternly into my ear. “I want to see all of you.”
I obeyed and spread my legs, wide, exposing the soft dark folds of my pussy.
“You’re gonna come within the next few minutes, so get ready for it.” He sent the vibe lower and dipped it into my navel. “And you’re going to watch yourself come so you see what we see.”
He dipped the vibe to my clit and held it there.
“Oh!” I gasped and leaned back against him, curled my fingers into the sheets as my whole body tensed. “Yes, just there.”
“I know where your hot spots are.”
He certainly did. He was rolling the vibrator over my sensitive little clit, and it was swelling and pulsing, the pressure growing with breathtaking speed.
My breaths came short and shallow, my breasts hitching and the flesh wobbling. I looked at his face etched in concentration with his study of me.
“It’s nearly…damn that thing…is wicked.” I canted my hips to get more.
He gave it, and I held my breath as I spiraled into a swift orgasm that blasted through me.
I cried out and closed my eyes.
“No,” he growled, “keep your eyes open, watch yourself. Do it.”
I struggled to obey. I was shaking and throbbing through my climax. But then I did see what he saw. The skin on my chest and neck flushing deep red, my spread pussy glistening, and my mouth a perfect ‘O’ of ecstasy.