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“We are not exactly the ‘talk about our feelings’ types,” I joke.
But her brows furrow as she thinks about what I said, then she smiles. “By the sounds of it, if Cian had any say about it, there would be no talking, especially with his mouth full of cock.”
She turns back to her pancakes, and I contemplate her words as I lean back against the kitchen island. “Maybe you’re right, but what happens if it all goes south? And where does that leave me? I’m not an O’Brien.”
“Do you really think that would happen?” she asks, spinning back around and taking a step toward me, waving that damn spatula around. “You really think Cian would throw you away like used trash because sucking each other’s cocks didn’t work out? Clearly, you’ve no idea how good I am in bed.”
I smile, as I have an inkling, having heard them fuck her. And so many of those times I wished my big mouth wasn’t an issue, or my temper.
Whack
“You are an O’Brien, whether you want to believe it or not. You are family to them—forever. Even I can see that.”
Whack
Again, she brings the spatula up to smack against my arm. The sting of the metal hitting me has me smirking at her and my cock coming to life again.
“You might want to stop hitting me—my dick thinks this is foreplay.”
Whack
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Harper laughs as I lunge for the spatula, but she doesn’t let go. I twist her arm just enough so her back is flush against my front and the spatula drops to the ground, then I tickle her.
“Stop, I might piss myself,” she gasps out around giggles.
“What’s that, more foreplay? Damn, and here I thought you hated me.”
As I let her go, she jumps back. “I never hated you, Darragh. You’re a dick of massive proportions, but I get why you didn’t want me around. It seems like none of you have a good history with women and?—”
“Your pussy is like voodoo magic, and it had my family falling at your feet. I thought you would be a gold digger, for sure.”
She laughs and picks up the spatula, washing it before pouring more pancakes into the pan.
“Sure, I won’t lie. My pussy is good, but I’m no gold digger, and I’ve always worked for everything I wanted. I didn’t ask the guys to pay for anything. Well, except my time at work, but that’s on them for visiting me there.”
“You’re right,” I say, and she does a little mocking victory dance, making me laugh. “Okay, you don’t need to enjoy this moment so much.”
“Somehow I don’t believe you ever think you’re wrong, so I will relish in my win, thank you very much.”
“What’s going on in here?” Cian asks, hopping into the kitchen. Honestly, I give him another week in the cast before he cuts it off.
“Oh, nothing,” Harper says with an evil twinkle in her eye. “Besides the fact Darragh wants you to suck him off and I have a voodoo pussy.”
Cian scratches his head. “I can confirm your pussy is like magic, Sweetheart.”
He throws an arm around her and pulls her into his body. His hand vanishes under the shirt she wears and his lips find the crook of her neck as he whispers, “You look amazing in my shirt.”
Her eyes fall closed, and his hand moves between her legs. The asshole finger fucks her right in front of me, and like a sick, perverted idiot, I stand there and watch. My cock is so hard against my boxer briefs, I might end up with no circulation.
“Oh fuck, Cian,” she moans as he moves faster inside her. Thankfully, the girls stayed with my cousin yesterday since we were all at The Range last night making sure the opening ran smoothly.
She rides out her orgasm, then Cian pulls his fingers from beneath the oversized shirt barely covering what it’s supposed to, and she looks at me and winks. The cheeky bitch knew exactly what she was doing. Cian hops forward and reaches his fingers out toward my mouth, and I watch Harper’s reaction over his shoulder. Though he doesn’t wait for her approval, just wipes her pussy juices against my lips and laughs as he pulls back, but I grab his wrist and stop his movement. A growl vibrates through my chest as I part my lips slowly, and Cian makes eye contact as I slide his fingers into my mouth, sucking her orgasm from them.
When he pulls back, he claps me on my shoulder. The moment is over as soon as Ronan walks into the kitchen, followed by Van. But she tastes so fucking good, and I know I shouldn’t have had a damn taste. Now I know how sweet she is, and it will haunt me. I would give anything to have her sit on my face.
“Why does it smell like sex in here?” Ronan asks, and Cian snorts.
