Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
“Go on, then,” Kiernan murmurs before kissing the side of my neck. “Ask your question.”
The small action shouldn’t affect me the way it does, but a frisson of awareness spreads through my body like a live wire.
I’ve never felt anything like it before.
Drew is the only man I’ve ever been with.
Not that I had much choice. We’d been promised to one another since I was sixteen.
I was never allowed to date or go out to the movies with my friends growing up.
There were no parties or keggers. Even at college, I simply went from one prison to the next.
Drew was more lenient when it came to my comings and goings, even going as far as to let me study and practice journalism.
Now I know why.
I love being a reporter.
It is the one thing that is truly mine. Drew wanted to branch out from under his father’s thumb. He wanted to earn his keep, and I accepted that. I respected that. He only ever treated me with love and kindness. Never forcing me to do something I was not comfortable with.
When it came to sex, Drew was more vanilla than an ice cream cone. I thought he would come to love me and that we could have a sliver of bliss together, despite our arranged marriage.
How wrong I was.
So very wrong.
The excitement these two men manage to elicit from my body is nothing like I’ve ever felt.
The orgasm they gave me this morning was far beyond anything Drew ever managed to do.
Drew rarely did foreplay, and even on the rare occasions he did, the way these men played me like a well-tuned guitar makes what Drew did amateur hour.
The Irish gods plucked at my strings until I was singing how they wanted me to.
“Well?”
Heat creeps up my neck as I pull myself from my thoughts of this morning. Seamus stares down at me with a knowing smile on his lips. Shaking it off, I take a long breath.
“What can you tell me about the explosion at the Ward stables?”
Please don’t be involved.
Please don’t be involved.
“What do you mean?” Seamus asks.
“In the alley, you said your father warned you that I was looking into it,” I tell him. “Why did he feel the need to warn you?”
Kiernan huffs a laugh. “Why should we tell you?”
“You said I have six questions,” I remind him petulantly.
“True,” he muses. “I never said we have to answer them.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl as I push back against his chest to get free. “I am not going to be doing anything unless you—what the hell?” I squeal. Like actually squeal when Kiernan’s hand comes down to smack my mound. My vaginal walls contract as the sharp sting radiates through me.
When did my hussy side decide to join a whorehouse?
“Did you just…” He doesn’t give me a chance to finish the sentence before his hand comes down again. I hiss, my back arching against his chest as a wave of pain-tinged pleasure washes over me. My thighs clench automatically, but Kiernan’s legs have mine locked with his.
I am open.
Vulnerable.
Exposed.
And I have never been wetter.
“She likes that, brother,” Seamus purrs, his eyes darkening, taking in the sight of my aroused pussy. “Give her a reward.” Kiernan sighs dramatically.
“I can’t tell you everything,” Kiernan begins with a long sigh.
“It isn’t my story to tell. Ava, our sister, whom you met downstairs, was taken by Christian Ward just as she left her staged wedding.
He was holding her at the stables. We rescued her and the women there before blowing it to smithereens. ”
“Good riddance,” Seamus snarls.
“And you are sure there weren’t any women there named Lina?”
The twins shake their heads.
“Most of them were foreign and barely spoke English.”
“Oh…”
That doesn’t set me at ease. If Lina wasn’t in the stables, that means she could have been sold or killed.
Jesus.
“I think we are done for now.” Kiernan’s tone brooks no argument.
“Wait, but—”
“You still get the rest of your questions,” he assures me, his nose following up a trail on the side of my neck. “But right now, we all need a break.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmur so low I doubt they can hear me.
“Good girl.” Apparently, he does, and my cheeks heat at the praise.
Seamus kneels in front of me on the bed, and I am overcome with the sudden desire to feel his mouth pressed up against my clit again. For his tongue to dance along my pussy while his brother sucks and licks at my breasts.
Smirking at the obvious desire spread across my face like a wanted ad, Seamus dips his head between my thighs, his hot breath cascading over my heated core before he dips his tongue into the entrance of my sex.
I throw my head back against Kiernan’s shoulder as I moan. Kiernan’s mouth comes down harshly on mine, his tongue conquering and plundering, taking no prisoners, while his brother tastes my pussy. Seamus’s licks are slow and sensual as I soar higher and higher.
“Fuck,” I whimper into Kiernan’s mouth as Seamus pulls away from my core. “She is sweeter than fucking honey.”
“No need to tell me, brother.” Kiernan smirks, finally letting me up for air. They exchange another silent look I can’t decipher. “Time for you to pay up, mo fraochún beag.”
What? What about my reward?
Seamus chuckles.
Shit, I said that out loud.
“You will get your reward, wildcat,” he snickers. “Don’t worry.”
There isn’t a chance for me to protest before I find myself on all fours, facing Kiernan. He is massaging his hardened length, and my eyes widen at the sight of his thick, pierced cock. Precum is already leaking out the tip, and when I look up at him, he smirks.
How did I not notice how large and imposing it is while he is coming all over my face?
Oh, right. I was in orgasmic bliss.
“Open your mouth, mo fraochún beag.”
I want to hate him for whatever the Irish nickname is. I really do. My body has other plans. Instead of revulsion, my stomach clenches in anticipation. Fucking traitor.
Licking my lips, I take Kiernan’s cock in my mouth. I look up at him through hooded eyes. His eyes are closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy as I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He groans when I swallow him to the back of my throat, his cock twitching with pleasure.
“Cac,” he swears, bringing his hand to tangle in my hair. He presses against my head, guiding me over his length, setting a slow, steady pace. “Harder, baby. Suck harder. Show me what a naughty little whore you are for me.”
My pussy is drenched at his words, no doubt seeping onto the bedsheets below, ruining the satiny material. He tastes like sin, and I want nothing more than to make him come undone in my mouth.
Drew never came in my mouth before. He pulled out and shoved it in my vagina for a few quick thrusts before spilling his seed. I know what he was trying to do, and I made sure to have a plan in place as soon as I realized what his endgame had been.
Birth control implants are a beautiful thing.
I managed to hold off our wedding for several years.
It wasn’t too hard to convince Drew to set the plans aside for a few years while he put his business together.
The man was so absorbed in starting it that he didn’t even bother to fight me on it.
Didn’t stop him from trying to get me pregnant, though.
Up until last night, I thought we shared something special.
An understanding. A kind of kinship. We’d both been shoved into a marriage neither of us wanted.
Sure, the sex wasn’t great, but he supported me through journalism school, and in return, I took care of the expenses while he built his company. He listened when I talked. Took me out on dates.
But it was nothing like this.
Every nerve in my body is surging with electricity. My body is on fire, a wanton slave to their desires so strong that it silences the blaring alarms in my brain.
I gasp as the soft heat of Seamus’s mouth descends on my pussy again, this time from behind, allowing Kiernan’s cock to slip farther down my throat.
“Jaysus, Bailey,” he moans, forcing my head down until his cock is bumping against the back of my throat. I gag, my back arching as I try not to heave. He pulls out, and I suck in a jagged breath before he shoves back inside me just as deep.
“Mmm,” I moan, rocking back when Seamus inserts two fingers into my sopping cunt. Kiernan groans heavily as my moan vibrates against him. The two of them are in perfect sync as they wring me with pleasure.
As Kiernan’s thrusts become more frantic and forceful, so do Seamus’s. He fucks my pussy with his fingers like it is his job, one hand on my clit, sending me higher and higher. I have never been fucked like this. Never known this kind of bliss.
“Shit.” Kiernan throws his head back, his thrusts coming more sporadically, his pleasure climbing. I smirk around his cock, relishing in the power I hold over him in this moment. I have never felt anything like it.
I hollow out my cheeks, sucking harder as I run my tongue along the bottom of his pierced shaft, careful to keep my teeth from catching on the silver balls. When I get to the tip, I let my top teeth graze slightly over the head.
That is all it takes.
He shoves my mouth to the base of his cock, his balls on my chin, and comes with a roar. I barely even taste his cum, he is buried so deep, but it doesn’t matter to me. I did that. I made him come apart like an animal.
Gently, he releases me, his large, calloused hand running soothingly down my hair before wiping at the tears on my cheeks.
“Go Hálainn,” he breathes, gazing tenderly down at me.
Those two words send me crashing over the edge.
Seamus sucking on my clit might have helped.