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“No, absolutely not. Those sweet girls will not be turned into killing machines.”
Ronan smirks. “I don’t know, Sadie has that look.”
I laugh, well aware he is stirring me up.
“Don’t worry, they’re safe. It has to be someone with O’Brien blood, so any offspring from Darragh or Van cannot take over. I have a half-brother, so I will probably recruit one of his sons.”
I open my mouth to argue, but he cuts me off by bringing his mouth down over mine.
Well played, Ronan. Well played.
“Fuck yes, right there, don’t stop,” I demand as Ronan thrusts deep inside me, one of my legs thrown over his shoulder. They are learning quickly they shouldn’t start something they can’t finish, and luckily for me, if one wants a quickie before they need to leave, they can easily find a volunteer willing to tag in and finish the job. Maybe Jordyn is right; I needed a harem of men to keep up with my sex drive. So many men talk a big game, but they can’t keep up or the novelty wears off. Now I’m no longer a mattress actress, so my men better hope they didn’t write any checks their dicks can’t cash.
Ronan is learning—he woke me up with his head between my legs, and the promise of three orgasms before he has to leave. There is something going down at the docks, and he wants to be there early to oversee it all. I’m on a need-to-know basis and the less I know, the better right now with the cops and Feds hanging around.
“Oh god, oh god. Fuck, I’m right there . . . Fuck, Ronan!” I scream the last part as my body spasms.
Ronan comes with me, then leans down to press a kiss to my forehead before pushing off me.
“Hey, that was only two orgasms. I was promised three.”
Ronan chuckles as his door opens and a sleepy Sullivan walks into the room shirtless. He yawns, scoops me from the bed, and I wave goodbye to Ronan. He walks us out into the hallway and down into his room, kicking the door shut behind him.
“Did I hear someone being needy?” he says with a smile as he drops me onto his bed. Sullivan climbs in next to me, and while his eyes are barely able to stay open, his cock is rock hard. “You need to ride me, Love, while my brain processes it’s still dark outside, but the asshole still woke you up to fuck.”
I laugh as I roll, throwing my leg over his waist and leaning down to press a kiss on his pecs. He hums as I descend his body, past his navel, and down the snail trail of hair that leads to the goods. Pulling his sleep pants back, I lick my lips when his erect cock springs free.
“You have a really pretty cock,” I whisper against his head, sticking my tongue out to run across the tip and watching his body tremble as I close my mouth around him.
“I take it back,” he rumbles with a chuckle. “Ronan is a fucking genius. This is the best way to wake up.”
I smile around him as I take his length all the way down my throat. “Enough of that,” he says, pulling me up his chest. “I won’t last long if it feels like you are swallowing me whole.”
He settles me on his body, so my wet heat touches the length of his cock, and I grind against him. Reaching between us, I guide him to the entrance of my pussy and slide down slowly until he is fully sheathed.
“Take it slow so I don’t die before breakfast.”
“Like this,” I ask as I rock my body gently forward, slowly gliding my wet pussy up his hard dick, right to the tip, before sliding leisurely back down.
“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he says, gripping my hips with enough pressure his fingers dig into the skin. I press my hands into his pecs as I move a little faster, chasing my next release.
My moans fill the air and Sullivan’s fingers dig harder into my skin. The door bangs against the wall, but I don’t stop. Through the process of elimination, I know it has to be Cian. Darragh wouldn’t be stupid enough to come into Sullivan’s room while we are fucking; he would get a bullet to the head.
“Fuck yes, I knew I could hear breakfast being served.”
“Fuck off,” Sullivan grunts.
“No way, man,” he says, closing the door. “I’m hungry—flip her over. I will eat her while you fuck her from behind. I promise I don’t even care if your balls bounce against my head.”
I laugh at Cian as I rock against Sullivan, who finally grumbles out, “Okay, but if you so much as try to tickle my nuts, I will shit in your pillowcase.”
Sullivan lifts me by the waist, and I move next to him as he rolls. “On your hands and knees, Love,” he directs me with a light slap to my ass.
I catch a glimpse of Cian stripping out of his clothes and within seconds he is on the bed as Sullivan pulls me back by my legs.
Cian lays with his legs up on the headboard while he runs a hand over his face. “I even shaved your seat for you last night.”
I giggle as I maneuver my pussy above his face and Sullivan angles me so he can thrust slowly inside me.
