Four Times the Luck: Irish Reverse Harem Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Roxanne Riley

  The two of them pull out and toss the condoms, but I’m not given a break to catch my breath. Noah and Neil are quick to fill their places, having wrapped up in condoms and been waiting on standby to rail me.

  They strike up an alternating rhythm, one sliding in while the other pulls out, and it’s maddeningly good. And each of them takes a turn fondling my breasts and teasing my nipples until I’m writhing and panting, caught up in the tide of another approaching climax.

  It washes over me in a wave and I feel like I’m pulled under into this deep, dark ocean of pleasure, swirling around me and sparking sensations in every nerve.

  The pleasure seems to go on forever, with climax after climax washing over me, and I’m insatiable. My greedy body drives toward every drop of pleasure I can wring from them, not that they seem to protest. I wonder if I’ll ever get to a point where I’ve had enough of them, and I can’t imagine it.

  Noah is the next one to topple over the cliff and land in my sea of bliss, shooting his load into his condom before pulling out and tossing it.

  Neil strokes my clit while he drives his cock into me. “I want you to cum with me, Gina,” he growls.

  I nod, panting hard.

  His cock drives in a little deeper and I cry out. “Fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

  He hits the spot again and again and I feel the pressure building.

  “Oh, fuck, Neil, I’m gonna cum,” I gasp.

  “That’s right, baby, cum for me,” he growls.

  The orgasm tears through me and I scream his name. He lets out a stream of filthy talk that would make a sailor blush and I can feel the throbbing of his dick as his seed spurts into the rubber.

  The two of us stop for a moment to catch our breath before Neil pulls out and tosses the latex. The five of us all have more than enough room in this crazy bed to sprawl out individually, but I end up curled between them all.

  A strange thought occurs to me, suddenly. I think about the facets of a gem. Those cuts are what draw the light and make a jewel sparkle and bring out its beauty.

  And it feels like each one of the brothers has carved their own facet into my heart, bringing out the best in me.

  Epilogue

  Gina

  Four Months Later

  “Has anyone seen my other shoe?” I call out the bedroom door.

  Silence.

  “Hello? Anyone out there?”

  Nothing.

  I peek out, and see no sign of any of them. I hobble out of the room carefully, a four-inch-high black leather pump on my left foot and nothing on my right. I hear music playing from the living room and wander down the stairs, wondering why they didn’t answer me. And wondering where the hell my other shoe is.

  It’s finally the day of the grand opening, and I’ve been getting ready for more time than I care to admit, painstakingly straightening my curls and applying makeup. I’d wriggled into a little black dress and I was going to risk my ankles out at the ranch in heels, if I could find my right one.

  If not, maybe I’d scrap the whole thing and wear cowgirl boots.

  In the living room, the stereo is playing one of my favorite CDs, but there’s no sign of any of my partners. There is, however, a black box tied with a ribbon on the table and a little gift tag indicating that it’s for me.

  Curious, I pick it up and open it. I furrow my brows and pull out the contents. A Ring Pop, still in its foil and everything. What on Earth is this for? I look it over carefully, trying to figure out if there’s some significance I’ve forgotten to blue raspberry, or if maybe they’ve written something on it.

  My musings come to a screeching halt when I feel eyes on me and glance up to see all four of my partners, in suits that I’m dying to see on our bedroom floor, gazing at me adoringly.

  “What’s going on? What’s with the-” I hold up the candy, confused.

  “Well, the thing is, the four of us have been talking and arguing for weeks now about something, and this was the best solution we could come up with.” Noah says.

  “Arguing about what?”

  “Well, thing is,” Neil says, fighting a smile, “The four of us want to make you our wife. But we also realized that trying to pick an engagement ring for a professional jeweler could pretty much only end in disaster. So we’ve been arguing about how to pop the question, and this was our answer. What do you think? Did we make the right call?”

  I’m already in tears from the get-go. Everything about this proposal is perfect and befits us. We’re unconventional and a little silly, and together the five of us laugh non-stop. I try and open the package, but I’m crying too hard and my hands are shaking. Conor takes it from my hands and opens it, taking my left hand and sliding the giant candy crystal onto my finger.

  “Does this mean yes?” he asks quietly.

  “Yes, you crazies, yes!” I sob, grabbing Conor and kissing him.

  I’m passed around for kisses and hugs, the five of us a giddy circle of pure joy. At one point, Flynn spins me off my feet, and I nearly fall on my ass when he sets me down, forgetting I’m wearing only one shoe.

  “Oh, do you guys know where the mate to this is?” I ask, sticking out my leg at them to show them the shoe.

  “Yeah, it’s under the couch,” Neil says, pointing.

  I turn to follow his point and snort. “How did it-Kal.” I answer my own question.

  They all nod, agreeing with my consensus.

  I retrieve my shoe and sit down to slip it on. However, I’m joined by one of the twins on either side. Noah slips my hair out of the way over my shoulder, exposing my neck and shoulder and trailing kisses over the bare skin. Neil helps my fasten the buckle on my shoe strap before sliding his hand up my bare leg, inching under my skirt.

  My breath hitches. “We-we’re gonna be late,” I protest, “They’ll wonder where we are.”

  “Just a quickie, we won’t give them time to miss us,” Noah says.

  I giggle. “Yeah, right. There’s no such thing as a quickie with the four of you-oh, fuck!” I gasp as Noah bites down lightly on the tender spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

  Neil’s hand makes its way up my inner thigh and I’m panting. “I’m gonna have to do my makeup all over again,” I protest, but this time is even more half-hearted than the last.

  “Go without makeup, you’re perfect,” Flynn says, stepping over and running a finger along my shoulder, slipping the strap down.

  Goosebumps prickle my skin and I let out a mock sigh of resignation. “I’m not getting out of this, am I?”

  “Not a chance,” Conor growls as he steps over and claims my mouth with his.

  With all four of them teaming up on me, I know I don’t stand a chance. So I give in, rendering myself helpless to their whims.

  They peel me out of the skintight dress, and since I am firmly of the opinion that strapless bras are an enormous pain in the ass, my breasts spill free into waiting hands.

  The five of us end up stripped bare on the living room. All I’m left wearing are the high heels and the Ring Pop.

  Flynn rummages through his pockets on the floor and retrieves a miniature bottle of lube and a strip of condoms, ripping one off and passing the strip around.

  “Wait,” I blurt before I can stop myself as Flynn prepares to rip open a packet.

  They all turn to look ad me and I feel my face flame as I prepare to make a big request. “You don’t have to wear those,” I say in a small voice.

  There’s a moment where everyone stills and a silence falls and I’m worried that I’ve put them on the spot. “Or you can, I mean, it’s up to you,” I add quickly, “I just thought…”

  Conor kisses me, cutting off my nervous stammering. “You don’t owe us an explanation, love,” he tells me.

  My heart swells and I look at the others, examining and assessing each face carefully, and to my surprise, there’s no hesitation in any of their expressions. Nothing but adoration and desire.

  “Well? What are we waiting for
, then?” I ask them, beckoning them to me with a finger.

  They surge forward until I’m lost in a sea of hands and lips and tongues on my body. I surrender to them once again, letting desire sweep me away. Next thing I know, I’ve dropped down onto my knees on the carpet with the four of them all around me.

  Conor kneels behind me, parting my thighs with his hands and running a long finger through my slick folds, making me gasp. I draw Flynn closer and set to work sucking his cock while Conor’s fingers explore between my legs, circling my clit without touching it and driving me crazy with need.

  While my head bobs along Flynn’s length and I occupy Noah and Neil with my hands, I’m wriggling under Conor’s touch, trying to shift so he’ll brush against the throbbing bundle of nerves.

  The pressure is already coiling inside me, making me ache, but I can’t quite reach the release, and the building need makes my body quake. But still, Conor teases me, pointedly avoiding my clit, and I choke out a growl of frustration.

  He plunges a finger inside me, and a low moan rumbles from my chest. And when he slips in a second finger and uses another finger to finally, mercifully, stroke my clit.

  My reaction is hair-trigger intense, with an orgasm blazing through me like wildfire in seconds. I can feel the tendrils of flame inside me, all my nerves alight. I writhe and wail in pleasure, and even as the blaze cools, it smolders inside me, ready for more.

  Conor pulls his fingers out and grabs the bottle of lube. He pours a trickle into the hand already slick with my juices before running his fingers along the crack of my ass. I tremble in nervous anticipation as he slowly and gently uses his fingers to lube up my ass and prepare me for the strange and intense new sensation.

  Flynn pulls out of my mouth and positions himself beneath me so I can take him into my pussy while his brother lays claim to my back door. I take turns sucking off the twins, jerking off whoever I’m not ramming down my throat so no cock goes neglected.

  I impale myself on Flynn’s shaft while Conor is slathering his cock in lube, and when I feel the head of his cock at my rear entrance, my nervous first instinct has me tensing up, but Flynn reaches up and strokes my clit while he pumps slowly in and out of me. “Just relax, baby,” he croons,”Let us make you feel good.”

  I nod and let out a slow breath, feeling the tension ebb from my body. Conor slowly inches his cock into my ass, and at first, I grit my teeth at the intrusion. Flynn continues to work my clit in an effort to help relax me, and flicks a tongue out across a nipple. “I fucking love having your tits bouncing in my face,” I hear him murmur.

  Before I know it, Conor’s cock is buried deep inside me and he slowly begins to roll his hips and thrust in and out. The sensation goes from unpleasant to merely strange before giving way to a unique new pleasure I’ve never felt before.

  As I get into it, I start to fall into a rhythm with all four, bouncing on Connor and Flynn’s rods while alternating between hands and mouth on Neil and Noah.

  And as I’m awash in pleasure, my mind scatters to the wind and I can’t form a coherent thought. My mind is overwhelmed with pure floods of emotion. Love, and joy, and hope for our futures together.

  I love the way they fill me up, body and heart. Ecstasy washes over me as they thrust into me and I cum again and again.

  They don’t hold back, pounding me mercilessly, and I’m eager to match pace with them. Conor’s the first one to shoot his load, Noah not long behind him, and I swallow down Noah’s cum while being flooded with Conor’s heat.

  I then turn the attentions of my mouth to Neil’s cock while I ride Flynn like a bucking bronco. Neil, already worked up by the careful pumping of my hand, doesn’t last much longer before spurting his seed between my lips as well.

  I barely have time to catch my breath after swallowing before Flynn suddenly flips me onto my back and drives into me in a way that draws a scream of ecstasy. He hits some spot deep inside me that makes my eyes roll back in my head. “Oh, fuck, Flynn, right there, again, please,” I beg.

  He obliges, his thrusts uneven and ragged, and I can tell he’s holding back his own floodgates of release. “I’m so close,” I whimper, “Fuck, I’m right there, oh, oh!”

  My nails dig into Flynn’s back as the climax crashes into me with the force of a tidal wave. And I hear his own shout of release as he snaps his hips roughly into mine in a deep, final thrust, his throbbing cock pouring heat into me.

  And as the four of us lay in a panting heap on our living room floor, definitely late for the grand opening, all I can think about is what a lucky woman I am.

  The future could hold anything, and with these four by my side, we can face anything life may throw at us.

  THE END

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  Special Inside Look into Double the Luck!

  Enjoy this sneak peek of the first book in the series, my Irish Ménage Romance, Double the Luck!

  Chapter One

  Rowan

  Despite being thousands of miles away, walking into Aunt Molly’s place immediately seems just like home. The entire vibe of the house feels like Ireland, even though it’s on Molly’s ranch in Texas. And our aunt’s unique presence is palpable inside, from the family photos on the walls to some familiar knick-knacks on her mantle.

  “I’m half expecting her to come down those stairs and tell us to put the kettle on,” Keenan says.

  I glance at my brother, who’s smiling wistfully as he picks up a little ceramic sloth I remembered him getting Aunt Molly for her birthday one year.

  “And fuss at you for how long your hair’s gotten,” I tease him.

  He rakes his hand through his hair. It’s not long by any means, but the way it hangs over his forehead would drive Aunt Molly insane. She was perpetually fussing at both of us about keeping our hair out of “those gorgeous faces!”

  We explore the rest of the house, and the weight of our beloved aunt’s presence lingers in every room. We barely speak as we get to know our new home and pick out our rooms and so on. Our Aunt Molly had helped raise us after our mother’s death, despite being saddled with a terrible marriage and three stepsons, so when she had decided to move to Texas a few years ago, we’d both been deeply saddened.

  We hadn’t had the chance to visit her recently, either, so the call informing us that she had passed away had hit us both hard. It had been a total shock, too. A congenital heart issue that no one had known about had led to an unexpected heart attack.

  We’d never expected to inherit her Texas ranch, but here we were, preparing to learn how to herd cattle and count chickens… or whatever it is you do on a ranch. To be honest, we hadn’t done much in preparation, and maybe jumping in blind was foolish, but it was a little late for that.

  There’s a knock at the door.

  “I’ll get that.” I leave Keenan to explore and go to answer the door.

  I’m struck dumb by the sight when I swing open the door. The dark-haired woman standing on what’s now our front porch is absolutely fucking stunning. Her curvy body is incredible, and as my eyes flit over her gorgeous rack, I can’t help but think about that old saying about everything being bigger in Texas.

  Her smile is dazzling, and her dark hair is twisted in a long braid down her back. I can’t help but imagine myself gripping that long braid and tugging it back to kiss those full, pink lips.

  “Hi, there,” she says, and the twang of her drawl immediately charms me as she offers me a foil-wrapped dish of some sort, “You must be one of Moll’s nephews. My name’s Delia, I live next door.”

  The sweet scent wafting up from the dish in my hands is nearly
enough to make me drool, if her fabulous body wasn’t doing that to me already.

  “Thought I’d bring y’all one of my world-famous apple pies to welcome you to the neighborhood,” she says cheerfully, a bright smile on her face.

  “That’s so kind of you,” I reply, shifting the pie into one hand and offering her the other, “And it smells incredible. I’m Rowan Donoghue.”

  She touches my hand and jumps as a static shock cracks between us.

  “Well, then,” I muse, “Guess the sparks are flying already.”

  I can’t hide my grin as I wink at her.

  Delia groans, but she’s laughing. “That was awful.”

  I’m laughing, too. “It can’t have been that bad, you’re laughing.”

  “True,” she admits. “But maybe I just have a terrible sense of humor.”

  “Well, looks like we already have something in common, then,” I reply.

  She snorts. “Well, Rowan,” she says, “it’s nice to meet you.”

  I’m about to invite her inside when a sudden sound interrupts me. I can’t really describe it, other than to say that it is extremely odd and alarming.

  Delia seems to immediately know what the sound means, though, and takes off running toward the chicken coop. I run after her, confused and startled. When I step into the coop, I see Dahlia looking around, listening for the sound. Not sure what I’m looking for, I scan the coop as well for anything amiss, and I notice a chicken with a hunk of bright red plastic sticking out of his beak, which seems to be the source of the sound.

  I reach out and gingerly try and remove the thing from the chicken’s beak, and to my horror, I can’t get it out. I tug again and only seem to upset the chicken more, and my panic levels rise. Delia reaches past me and gently scoops up the terrified bird.

  I watch, fascinated and mildly horrified, as she carefully positions the chicken’s back against a bent knee and very gently presses on it in what looks to be a very cautious, delicate Heimlich maneuver. The red thing begins to sort of slowly grow as it’s pushed out of the chicken’s throat until finally, it flies across the coop.