Three Irish Kings

Chapter 54 Isla

Chapter Fifty-Four

ISLA

I tell myself I won’t fall asleep on the plane, wanting to enjoy being in a private jet for the first time in my life.

But about three hours in, the emotional and physical exhaustion catch up with me, and I start to doze off on Cillian’s shoulder.

“Mo chroí.” Liam shakes me awake gently. “I would carry you if I could, but it’s time to go.”

I rub my eyes, yawning. “Are you finally going to tell me where we are?”

He grins. “You’ll see.”

I pout, but he just takes my hand, tugging me up. I bounce against his chest and appreciate the firmness of it.

He leans down to kiss me softly, probably the sweetest kiss Liam has ever given me. He was always so rough in bed that our kisses were borderline feral before.

But now, it’s gentle. Loving.

My heart races.

I thought I’d be more worried about leaving home, but I can’t be anything but happy. I can work as a journalist from anywhere in the world, and being in a new country will probably be good for my writing. New experiences.

Not to mention the new experience of having three lovers and a baby.

My life is changing in ways I never would have expected, and I love every moment of it.

As I walk off the plane, I see a huge sign, written in English: Welcome to Italy.

I gasp, clapping my hand to my mouth. Tears instantly well in my eyes. “How did you know I’ve always wanted to visit Italy?”

Liam grins. “Well, I speak a bit of Italian and also, since Dare was out of commission, I did a little research myself. I found one of your articles about the best places to visit, and Italy was at the top of the list.”

The fact that Liam cares enough to surprise me makes the tears flow down my cheeks, and he turns to me and wipes them away with his thumb.

“Don’t cry.”

“It’s the hormones.” I blame it on my pregnancy, but really, I just am so happy I don’t know what to do with it.

Liam chuckles, and we pile into the limo he’s arranged to take us to the house he's purchased. I figure it'll be more like a mansion, but we’ll see.

When we arrive, I can’t believe this is my life now.

It’s a gorgeous house, with eight bedrooms, one for each of us just in case we need alone time, and a few for more kids if they come.

Fairy lights, just like the ones at the cottage, decorate the awning and large front porch.

There’s no grand staircase or anything like that, just a simple set of stairs.

It’s like a combination of a big mansion and the cottage we fell in love in.

“This will be your room,” Liam says, his chest swelling with pride at my awed reaction.

I can see it all over his face. He loves to be a provider, to take care of me, and isn’t that every woman’s dream?

Then there’s Dare, who makes me laugh, our banter always fun and flirty. He’s so charming and witty and caring. He also loves to shower me with gifts, big and small.

And then sweet Cillian, quietly protective and opening up slowly.

No one man could do everything they do for me.

The tears won’t stop coming, and finally, Dare comes up to me, cupping my face.

“You deserve this, Isla.”

My lip quivers. “We all do.”

I finally get a look at the room, sniffling and trying to contain my emotions.

There’s a bookcase in the corner, filled with all of my favorite authors. Liam must have done so much work to set this up.

A huge California king-sized bed is the crux of the room, with lavender-colored sheets—probably with an astronomical thread count, knowing Liam.

A desk sits against the wall on the right side with a laptop that looks awfully familiar.

I walk over to it, frowning, and Dare gives me a sideways grin.

When I open it, my eyes widen. The scuffs and stickers on it make me realize it’s my laptop from home.

I turn to Liam. “How did you—”

“He didn’t,” Dare says proudly. “I contacted your friend Colleen, got some of your things. Since I’m so in love with Betsy, I knew you’d want your own laptop.”

“Oh, Dare…”

Tears blur my vision again as I look down at it.

He’s right. I miss having my own things, and I’m a little sentimental about my laptop because I sold my first article writing on it.

I can’t believe he thought to make this happen for me.

I put down my laptop and rush to him, hugging him so tightly he winces.

“Shit, sorry!” I laugh wildly. “I’m so happy I forgot you were hurt.”

He smiles. “It’s okay, a ghrá. I’m happy, too.”

“What should we do first?” Cillian chirps, and I’ve never heard his voice so light and cheerful.

“We could see the sights,” Dare offers. "But I can’t walk much.”

“You both should rest,” Liam says. “I can take her out.”

“Like hell you will,” Dare mutters, and I can’t help but giggle that after everything that’s happened, they're still jealous and competitive.

I hope they always are. It makes things interesting.

“Or we could take care of our girl,” Cillian says, his voice now low and dangerous like the first time I heard it.

“Aye.” Liam looks at me like I'm a side of meat, and it makes me shiver.

Them talking about me like I’m theirs does something to me.

“I think we owe her that much,” Dare agrees.

“Take off your clothes.” Liam looks at me with piercing blue eyes, and I shudder.

“Yes, sir.” I try to hide a grin as I pull off my clothes, standing there bare and waiting for instructions.

Liam shifts in the chair he’s sitting in, and I can tell I’ve affected him by the way his eyes go dark.

“Turn around.” Dare takes my hand, holding it above my head while I twirl slowly.

Cillian whistles out a breath. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful.”

I preen, and Liam stands up, walking toward me.

“Dare can’t participate much, so why don’t you take care of him?”

Dare’s eyes light up, and he licks his lips. “Suddenly, I’m glad I’m injured.”

I laugh and drop to my knees, looking over at Liam while I tug down Dare’s sweats.

He’s already half hard and somehow, I’m still surprised at his size.

“Aye,” Cillian says darkly. “Want to watch you make him come.”

I moan at his words, and Dare’s dick plumps to full mast.

Wrapping my fingers around his base to give myself some breathing room, I take him into my mouth. I can’t help but gag when he thrusts forward out of instinct, groaning low in the back of his throat.

“A ghrá. Don’t stop.”

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.

My heart swells, and the tears keep falling. “I love you too, Dare.”

Cill gets up and holds me from behind. “I know you probably didn’t hear me then, and it was definitely the wrong place and time, but I meant it then, I mean it now, and I’ll always mean it. I love you, mo chuisle.”

I choke out a sob.

“Still the hormones?” Dare chuckles, and I laugh through my tears.

“I love you too, Cillian. God, I love all of you.”

“Mo chuisle,” Cillian murmurs, his voice low and rumbling in his chest. “Come here and let us show you how much we love you back.”

I crawl onto the bed and into his lap, snuggling against him before he positions me to straddle him, thrusting up beneath me to show me how hard he is.

I moan, my mouth open, and Cillian sticks his thumb inside, pressing down on my tongue.

I suck on it instinctively, and Cillian groans.

“Fuck, baby. What a good girl you are.”

“Aye. I’m your good girl.”

“Ours,” Dare whines, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Yes. All of yours.”

Impatient, I reach between us to grope Cillian through his pants, and he throws his head back, panting.

“Are you sure you are okay to do this?”

“God, yes. I want you so much. I love you so much,” he babbles, and I love this new side of him. He’s so open and excitable, and it makes me want to tease him.

I stroke him again through his pants, and Cillian grunts before flipping me over, pinning my wrists above my head.

I gasp, my pussy aching with need.

“Please, need you inside of me, Cill.”

“Don’t you worry, mo chuisle. I’ve got you.”

He unbuttons his slacks and frees himself, entering me in one swift glide.

I didn’t need any more foreplay than their words and sucking off Dare. I know it’s partially the hormones, but even before the pregnancy, I wanted them all so much.

I moan as he buries himself to the hilt.

He gasps against my neck, kissing me there and leaving a mark.

I hope they all mark me. I want everyone to know I’m theirs.

I rock my hips, whining, needing release.

“Baby needs to come?” Dare moves toward the bed slowly so he doesn’t hurt himself. He’s half-hard again already, and I lick my lips looking at the bulge.

“Aye, please,” I whimper. “I need you all so bad.”

“Whatever Isla wants, Isla gets,” Liam teases, and when I turn my head to look at him, he’s climbing up on the bed, already stroking himself.

His length is so pretty, arched up just the way I like it, and I can’t help myself from reaching over and wrapping my hand around him.

Liam groans low in his chest, almost a growl, and looks down at me, his blue eyes bright.

“You want all of us?”

“All of you. Always.” I rock my hips again, pumping my fist and looking over at Dare desperately.

He’s surprisingly quick to crawl onto the bed on his knees, releasing his massive cock and watching my breasts bounce as Cillian starts to pump in and out of me.

“We’ll never let you go again,” Dare promises fiercely, and I nod, trying not to cry again from wanting a release and just being so happy I can barely bear it.

My chest aches with love for all of them.

“I love you all,” I whisper as I wrap my hand around Dare.

Cillian groans, pulsing inside of me as he keeps up a steady rhythm.

It’s dirty and messy, and I fucking love it.

Because they love me. I’m not just an object they can take out their frustration on. Not just a pet.

They love me for me, and they’ve shown that in so many ways.

It doesn’t matter how it started. We’re here now.

I roll my hips against Cillian’s thrusts, my head spinning with lust as I try to use my hands to stroke both Dare and Liam.

Eventually, Dare and Liam put their hand over my own, helping me focus, and Cillian starts to breathe heavily, looking down at me with those nearly see-through eyes.

I come once and then twice and then three times in quick succession just as Liam cries out and spills all over my face, some of it spurting in my mouth.

Dare comes all over my hand.

I pant as Cillian groans against my neck and spills inside me.

Before I can even get my bearings after all those orgasms, Cillian is wiping down my face with a cool cloth and then Liam is carrying me into the bath.

He leaves soon after putting me on it, and Cillian comes in and sits next to me, cleaning me as he talks to me about Italy and all the fun things he wants to do.

Chatty Cillian is so cute, and I can’t help getting him wet when I grab his face and pull him in to kiss me.

He laughs into my mouth, groaning, and my heart swells.

I love him. I love Cillian and Liam and Dare, and there’s no end to how much I want them.

I started out as a prisoner, a pet, and now, I’m a very willing participant in this love square.

I’m theirs, and they’re mine, and we’re a family.