And maybe something... more?
No, that’s a silly thought. The four of them hate me, there’s no way any of them was looking at me with any kind of desire.
And why would I want them to? I don’t like them, either. They’re jerks.
Even if the banter between them as they worked had been hilarious. Even if Neil’s singing voice as he sang along to the radio they played had nearly made me melt. Even if the sight of them rolling cold water bottles over their bare chests was enough to make me wet…
Fuck!
I drag myself out of my head. I don’t actually want to fuck them. Any of them.. I’m just tired. That’s all there is to it. And since I don’t date, needless to say, I don’t get laid. Not that I’m still keeping track of how long it’s been four years, seven months, and nineteen days later. So throwing four drool-worthy, gorgeous guys at me is like throwing meat at a hungry wolf. Of course I’d want a taste.
But I remind myself that, A: They’re assholes, and B: This wolf is a vegetarian now, staying far, far away from that tasty meat.
At least I’ll keep telling myself that.
I make my way into the restaurant, looking around to see if anyone beat me here. To my surprise, it looks like I’m the last one here. So I force any trace of a limp out of my step and force myself to the table. The only open seat is between Conor and Flynn, with Noah and Neil sitting across the table.
A glance at Delia’s face tells me she did this on purpose. And when I glare at her and she quickly hides a grin behind her hand, my suspicion is confirmed.
I swear, when you’re not pregnant anymore, I’m going to kick your ass, Del, I think.
I take my seat and the tension in the little circle is so thick it’s almost hard to breathe. Although I notice something. That look I saw in their eyes earlier, it’s still there. Their gaze on me is hungry, and makes me shiver.
There’s a glass of water in front of me and I grab it and take a long drink, the cold water soothing the sudden heat that’s crept into my skin.
“So, I think we made some good progress today,” Flynn says finally.
I let my gaze flit over to him.
“It’s coming along faster than I expected,” I agree, “and it looks great.”
“You did a good job today,” Rowan tells me with a friendly smile.
And to my shock, all four Byrne brothers nod in agreement. It feels a little like getting that golden buzzer thing on that singing show. But I try not to show my pleasure at their approval and I simply shrug.
“Thanks.”
With the ice broken, our little circle of tension eases, and we all delve into conversations with each other and everyone else at the table. And for once, the Byrne brothers and I don’t argue.
And to my surprise, when they relax a little and stop being so defensive around me, they’re kind of funny, and I find myself a little charmed. I wonder what I have to do to keep these more pleasant versions of the quartet around.
The food is delicious, which brings yet another pleasant layer to the evening and draws us all even closer in a comfortable, companionable cluster.
I even make the Byrnes laugh, once or twice.
I actually let myself get my hopes up that the evening is going to continue like this, smooth, and pleasant, but since things with them can never just be that easy, the Byrnes manage to spoil it in an instant.
As we’re finishing dinner, Conor looks at me.
“So, how’d it feel to get your hands dirty for a change?”
I feel a bristle of annoyance at the comment. He makes it sound like I’ve never lifted a finger in my life. Admittedly, my usual work isn’t quite as physical, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t challenging. And between sharp tools and hot metal, making my own jewelry isn’t exactly sunshine and daisies.
But I plaster on a poker face and shrug.
“Just another day of work,” I say coolly.
Flynn chuckles.
“I mean, sort of. But there’s a difference between swinging a hammer and playing with jewelry.”
I grit my teeth, my good mood rapidly evaporating.
“I’m not exactly just putting some “Made in China” factory junk into a display case. I hand make each and every piece of that jewelry.”
“It can’t be that hard,” Noah says.
“Why don’t you all come see for yourself?” I snap. “I’ll be at the shop all day Saturday. Come by and see how easy it is.”
I get to my feet, slapping down more than enough cash to cover my portion of the bill.
“Night, guys,” I say to the general group, keeping my gaze on anyone but the brothers.
I’m not sure if I’m avoiding their gazes because I’m afraid of losing control of my temper, or if I’m afraid I might lose control of my panties.
I make my way home and settle into the couch, flipping through the channels, but to my annoyance, everything on at the moment seems to be sappy and romantic.
I finally end up settling on some kitchen show, soothed by watching Gordon Ramsay calling someone a “fucking donut.”
Kal joins me on the couch and stretches across my legs and I smile, scratching behind his ears.
“You’re all the guy I need in my life, huh, Superman?” I ask him.
He purrs in response.
Despite my tough words, I’m still thinking about the Byrne brothers when I’m lying in my bed later. Sure, things ended on a sour note tonight, but for the most part, I’d actually had a pretty nice time earlier. It was kind of pleasant to be around them when they let their shields down a bit.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about the sight of the four of them working shirtless. They all had incredible bodies that looked like they belonged in museums, and the eye candy alone was enough of a lure to make me show up tomorrow.
Which annoys me. I’ve never been so attracted to anyone, let alone four men at once, despite the fact that I can’t stand them.
Chapter Six
Neil
The next morning when we arrive at the build site for the ranch, Gina’s beaten us here. She’s working beside Keenan, looking even hotter than she did yesterday in a pair of jean shorts that highlight her long, curvy legs and a t-shirt stretched tight over her tits.
She glances over at us, wiping sweat from her brow, and plasters a smile on her face.
“Morning, boys,” she says, sweetly.
I know her showing up early and diving into the hard work is a passive-aggressive move on her part, but I have to be honest, it’s kind of a turn on. I honestly don’t find her nearly as irritating as my brothers do, but it’s still a weird shift to be so attracted to her.
“Morning, Gina,” I offer her a genuine smile in return and she blinks in surprise.
When she turns back to her work, I notice that I’m not the only one staring at her ass. Hell, I’m normally not an ass man, but there’s just something incredibly enticing about hers.
And later that afternoon, when everyone’s sitting around for a lunch break, my eyes feel like they’re glued to her chest. Her tits are incredible, huge, but perky, and all I can think about is what they look like under her top.
Seeing her loosen up a little is hot, too. That’s the biggest thing my brothers hate about her, her being uptight. They call her an ice queen and seem to think she’s frigid, and I can see why. The carefully manicured hands, immaculate hair and makeup, and those prissy little pencil skirts she wears are kind of attractive in their way, but they definitely give the impression that she’s got a massive pole up her ass.
Although I wouldn’t mind driving a different kind of pole up her ass.
But even beyond my confusing attraction to Gina, I’m pleased that she’s here, and I actually am thankful that she’s jumping in to help us get this ready to open.
“Hey, guys,” Cillian says, approaching as we’re finishing lunch, “We’re almost done with the barn; you should come take a look.”
The barn we’re putting into the ranch is
actually more of an event hall than an actual building for any kind of farm use. A picturesque covered space that people can rent for parties, weddings, whatever. It was another one of Gina’s ideas, and like most of her ideas, we’d rolled our eyes.
Based on what the Donogue and O’Leary brothers had initially proposed, we had developed a vision of the real, gritty, get-your-hands-dirty kind of experience with this dude ranch, whereas Gina’s vision seems to have been more tailored to a vacation experience with a twist. And Conor in particular seemed annoyed by that, complaining about how she’s just a spoiled rich girl who wants to turn this into a themed spa.
But despite the fact that the four of us seem to think her ideas are too much, our friends have been on board with some of it, so some of it has been implemented. While we all agree that we want this to be a fun vacation experience for anyone who comes to visit, getting to enjoy some simplicity, we’re not going for “pampered.” So the four of us just hope that Gina’s ideas don’t tank all we’re working for.
We follow Cillian back to the barn. He’s right; it’s close to finished. The outside looks complete, but for a coat of paint, and as he leads us inside, the inside isn’t far behind. It looks every bit the picture-perfect barn you’d see in the movies, and I begrudgingly think that maybe Gina was right, and this will be a popular feature here.
I can imagine the possibility of renting the space out to photography studios, too, and I drag out my phone and make a note to bring that up next time we all meet up.
“It looks fantastic,” Gina says, looking around.
I notice one of the workmen in the loft above her, trying to move a stack of boards, and notice that he’s tilting them downwards and some of the ones on the top are beginning to slide.
I sprint towards Gina and shove her out of the way, slamming her into the wall and pressing against her, as the boards clatter to the ground behind me.
“What the f-” Gina looks up at me, baffled, before looking over my shoulder and seeing the pile of two-by-fours and the cloud of dust where she’d been standing a moment before.
Her cheeks pale slightly and she gazes up at me.
“Th-thank you,” she says breathlessly.
I lose myself in her honey-colored gaze for a moment before becoming hyper-aware that she’s still pressed against me, those lush tits pillowed against my chest, my hand against the small of her back.
For a brief moment, it’s like magnets draw us close, and I can feel myself drawing closer to her lips…
“You guys ok?” Cillian calls, and I hear footsteps as he jogs closer.
Gina and I spring apart, both of us breathing heavily, and our gazes still locked. “I’m fine, thanks to Neil,” Gina says, offering me a tremulous smile.
I smile back, but it’s hard to focus on anything around me with the electric current of our shared moment running under my skin. I want to push her back up against that wall and get into her shorts. My dick throbs at the thought.
But everyone is watching, and while I don’t gripe about her the way my brothers do, it’s not like I would want more than a hookup with her, and that would be a ridiculously bad idea, given that we’re going to be in close contact for this project for the foreseeable future. Lingering awkwardness from a one-night-stand isn’t exactly a welcome guest in any business, and it’s not really the foot I want to get this project off on.
That doesn’t make it easier to resist her, though. And later that night, when I’m lying in bed and drifting in and out of sleep, it doesn’t stop a ridiculously hot dream from playing in my head.
In my mind, somehow no one else was in the barn after I’d rescued her. With her panting and trembling in my arms, and nothing to hold me back, I go in for that kiss, and it rages through me like a wildfire. I slide my arms around her waist and gripp her ass, grinding my hips against hers.
She feels the bulge in my pants and her breath catches. I hoist her up and wrap her legs around my waist, pinning her to the wall by her hips. She winds her arms around my neck, one hand burying itself in my hair while the other clutches my back.
When I roll my hips against hers I can feel the buzz of her soft whimper against my lips. I finally drag my mouth from hers and trail kisses down her throat to her collarbone, drawing soft little gasps and moans from her. When I nip lightly at her skin, her nails dig into me and her hips jerk toward mine.
I can’t wait anymore, I have to have her, now. I set her down on her feet for a moment so I can shuck off her denim shorts and skimpy lace panties and peel the t-shirt over her head. I unhook her bra and those huge, stunning tits tumble into my hands.
I cup one in my hand, running my thumb over the nipple and feeling it harden beneath my touch. She gasps and moans. I bend down and take the stiffening bud between my lips, flicking my tongue over it and making her whimper. It’s deeply satisfying to have reduced her to nothing but these desperate, primal sounds of need.
She reaches down and unbuttons and unzips my pants, pushing them down out of the way along with my boxers and letting my erection spring free. Gina wraps her fingers around the length of it and starts pumping, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I grab her ass again and hoist her up, and she coils around me cooperatively. My cock presses against the dripping heat at the apex of her thighs and she wriggles against me, seeking friction. I need to be inside her, now.
I position the head of my cock at her entrance and her breath quickens. With a snap of my hips, I slide all the way home, filling her tight hole with the length of my shaft.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, “You feel so good.”
The feeling is mutual, but I say nothing, instead claiming her mouth with my own as I thrust into her. The walls quake as I pound into her, but I think the whole place could collapse around me and I wouldn’t notice. I can feel her pussy throbbing around my shaft, and soon I can hear her breath coming quicker.
I pick up the pace, railing her even faster, and she lets out a wail of pleasure, her nails digging into my flesh where she clings to me. I want to feel her cum all over my cock, I want to hear her scream.
I dig my fingers into her hips, using my grip to drive even deeper inside of her, and fuck her even harder. Her moans get louder, breathier, and I feel her suddenly tensing.
“I’m so close,” she says, her voice a desperate plea wrapped inside a trembling whimper. “I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop, oh, fuck!”
Her eyes roll back and she arches her back as I strike a spot inside her that pushes her even closer to the brink.
“Right there, right there, don’t stop, fuck.”
The feverish stream of dirty talk pouring out of her mouth almost mushes into an incomprehensible blur, and gives way to a scream of bliss as she reaches a bone-shaking climax.
Her orgasm sets off mine, and I pour myself into her, filling that tight little pussy with my load, and in the real world, I’m shocked awake by the same climax.
I lay on my back, panting. I’ve got nothing on my body but the sheet, but I’m still covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I can feel the sticky heat around my dick from the wet dream.
Fuck.
I haven’t had a wet dream in forever, and definitely never anything this intense. It was so vivid and real, I swear I can still feel the lingering sensation of her silky skin against mine. After I clean up and throw the spare sheets on my bed, I try to fall asleep, but my mind is still spinning, and all I can think about is whether or not I should try and make a move on Gina.
I know I shouldn’t, especially since my brothers all seem to hate her while also wanting to fuck her, and she’s a business partner…
But I know this dream is going to stay with me, eating away at me until I can’t stand it. So I decide that if the moment arises, I won’t pass it up, but I’m also not going to chase after her.
At least, not yet.
Chapter Seven
Gina
Saturday finally arr
ives, and while I’d die before admitting it to the Byrne brothers, I’m grateful to return to my shop and give my sore body a little rest. I’m pleased that no one has egged my shop or left me any kind of nastygrams for being closed, and I quickly settle into a normal day.
Plus, I barely got any sleep, so the idea of dealing with the construction site sore and sleep-deprived was enough to make me want to crawl back into bed. That moment with Neil kept replaying in my head, and if I’m not mistaken, there were jealous glares at him from the other three when we finally snapped out of it.
I wonder what’s suddenly changed.
I show up and help build the ranch and all of a sudden, now, they all want to get in my pants?
But then again, why do I suddenly keep having these vivid, filthy daydreams of each of them, and all of them, fucking me senseless?
But I shake it off as best I can.
The shop is busier than normal in the morning, with people who had come by during the week eager to get the pieces they’d been wanting, but it slows down a little later in the afternoon and I begin to work on a cuff bracelet for a custom online order. I haven’t been working on it long when I hear the tinkling of my shop bell as the door opens.
I glance up to see all four of the hulking Irish brothers stepping into my store, looking around.
They seem surprised by how large the shop is, each of them wearing slightly impressed expressions.
“Well, what brings you four down to my humble little shop?”
Conor looks at me and wipes his expression, replacing the slight awe with a sarcastic smirk.
“You told us to come down here and see for ourselves what you do here,” he says, folding his arms over his chest.
“I did, but I didn’t expect you to lower yourselves to actually bothering,” I shot back.
“You’ve got a nice little place here, Gina,” Neil interrupts, stepping in and changing the subject, and reminding me for about the millionth time today of our rather charged moment in the barn the other day. “You really made all of these pieces yourself?”
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