All Our Luck: Complete Irish Reverse Harem Series

by Roxanne Riley

  Her movements slow, but I’m not finished with her yet. I grab her ass with both hands and slam up into her, making her cry out again. I build speed again until I’m pounding into her from below, and she whimpers and moans. “Ooooh, yes, yes, yes, Keenan, fuck me!”

  The windows of the truck are fogging up around us, shielding us from the outside world. The sounds of skin against skin and our moans and heaving breathing are the only audible sounds.

  I can feel myself building toward climax, and the sensation is echoed in my fantasy.

  “I want you to come when I come, Delia,” I tell her.

  She nods. “Yes, Keenan, make me come again, baby, please,” she gasps.

  Pleasure begins to pulse through me and I’m on the brink when her breath catches and her cries get louder.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop, right there,” she demands, “I’m so close!”

  “Come for me, Delia,” I murmur, and as her tight little pussy clamps down around me, my cock pulses and pleasure ripples through me.

  I swear I can still hear her screaming in rapture as I open my eyes to the empty room. After I take a few minutes to catch my breath, I stumble into the bathroom to clean up. Damn it.

  I want to make this real, I want to know exactly how she sounds when she takes my cock for real, but if I do so, I’m risking everything else.

  But I imagine that beautiful face, and something in my heart tells me I have no choice.

  Chapter Eleven

  Delia

  I don’t know how much more I can take. The more time I spend with the Donoghue brothers, the harder I fall for them both. And I had hoped maybe one of them would find someone else and make my choice for me, but no such luck.

  I don’t know if I can maintain a friendship like this, just tamping down my feelings and battling the jealousy between Keenan and Rowan. And lately it seems that all I can think about it wanting more.

  The idea of losing either one of them makes my head spin and my heart ache, but it’s not fair to any of us to continue this way. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to resist them, and choosing between them would only hurt all of us.

  So I have to step away. Despite my filthy fantasies, there’s no way I can really have them both, so it’s easier just to go back to my quiet, solitary life, right?

  I keep telling myself that this has to be the right thing as I make my way to their front door, traipsing through the pouring rain. These emotions are raging like a wildfire, and if I don’t do something, they could destroy everything.

  I knock on the door before jamming my trembling hands into my pockets. While I wait for them to come to the door, I run over all the possibilities of what to say in my head.

  Maybe I should have just kept to myself. Maybe I still should, just let the friendship taper off naturally. But no, I can’t. It would be cowardly to leave them hanging. I have to just tell them the truth.

  The second Keenan opens the door, however, I want to chicken out and run home. The sight of his gorgeous face makes my heart skip a beat while it’s still breaking.

  “Delia, lass, what are you doing out in this mess?”

  His concern only shatters me further and I make a show out of wiping rain from my face to try and stop the flow of any tears before I answer.

  “Um, can I talk to you and Rowan?”

  “Of course, come in, get out of that downpour,” he ushers me inside. “Go have a seat by the fire, I’ll hunt down Rowan.”

  I drift into their den and stand in front of the hearth, the warmth thawing the chill from my skin. I also take advantage of the moment alone to collect myself. I’m not a crier, I’ve never been a crier, and I’m not about to start.

  A few deep breaths calm my nerves some. Keenan returns with his brother, both of them looking worried.

  “Delia, you all right?” Rowan asks.

  I take a deep breath, preparing some kind of eloquent speech in my head before abandoning it and blurting shakily: “I don’t think I can hang out with y’all anymore.”

  They exchange a distressed look before gazing back at me.

  “Lass, we’re trying to knock off the whole jealousy thing, really, we won’t keep fighting over you, really,” Keenan says, an edge of panic in his tone.

  I wave him off. “It’s not that. It’s…it’s me.”

  “What do you mean by that?” Rowan asks.

  My eyes sting again with unshed tears and I dig my fingernails into my palms, swallowing down the lump in my throat.

  “I have feelings for both of you that I can’t ignore anymore, and I won’t choose between you and break someone’s heart. So to save us all pain, I need to just walk away.”

  My voice cracks on the last word and I grit my teeth. The sound seems to echo in the silence that persists for several long moments afterward.

  Neither brother seems to know what to say and the clock on their wall is near-deafening in the quiet. After a long minute, I can’t take it anymore and the word vomit strikes again.

  “If there were some way you two could just… just share me, maybe I could make this work, but I-” another crack in my voice as my eyes blur with tears and I give up on trying to talk.

  Rowan and Keenan look at each other with surprise while I rub quickly at my eyes.

  “I mean, we hadn’t really thought of that,” Rowan admits.

  “We were both so caught up in our jealous bullshit, we never even looked at it as a possibility,” Keenan confesses.

  “It isn’t a possibility, it’s a crazy idea,” I say, wrapping my arms around myself.

  “I don’t think it’s that crazy,” Keenan says, making his way over to me and tenderly brushing my wet hair from my cheeks, “I actually think it might just be an elegant solution to our problem.”

  I tremble at his touch. This can’t be real. I blurted out my insane fantasies, and they’re actually on board? I can’t believe they’d even entertain the idea.

  Rowan joins us, coiling an arm around my waist and resting his hand on my back.

  “I think I agree. Keenan and I share everything else, including feelings for you. Who’s to say we couldn’t?”

  My head spins. I must be dreaming. I have to be dreaming. But the chill of my wet clothes and the heat of their skin on mine is too real.

  “What if we gave it a try?” Keenan asks, his lips nearly brushing my ear, “No strings attached and if it’s awful, you can go through with your plan never to speak with us again.”

  Rowan’s hand slides down my back and cups my ass through my jeans and a flush of heat washes over me.

  “I…” my words are choked back by a gasp as Keenan’s lips flit across my neck.

  His hand ventures up to the top button of my shirt and he toys with it, not unbuttoning it yet. My nipples were already hard from the cold, but Keenan’s touch has them straining against my shirt. And since I’m braless, I’m sure they can see everything.

  “Do you want us to stop?” Rowan murmurs, but something tells me he knows the answer already.

  “No,” I breathe, giving in and voicing my deepest desire, “Fuck me. Both of you. Please.”

  Those words are all it takes. Keenan makes quick work of my buttons and throws my wet shirt aside, claiming my mouth with his and taking both of my tits into his hands, his thumbs brushing across my nipples in a way that drags a moan from my lips.

  Rowan busies himself with my pants, peeling them from my hips and leaving me in nothing but thin cotton panties. He tugs them down my hips and the two of them guide me to the floor. Rowan kneels between my legs and parts my thighs before letting a hand drift higher.

  Keenan, meanwhile, busies himself teasing my breasts, switching between talented fingers and an even more talented tongue assaulting my sensitive nipples. Rowan’s hand teases, running a finger along my slit without dipping into the wet folds. A whimper escapes me and I writhe beneath them, desperate for more.

  “Beg for it, Delia,” Rowan growls.

  My strong, stubborn
side melts away and I give in to them.

  “Please, Rowan,” I whimper, “Please, touch me.”

  His fingers venture into my slit, teasing my throbbing clit, and the feeling is a whirlwind. There’s a sense of relief at his touch, but also one of building anticipation.

  “Fuck!”

  I reach for Keenan and kiss him, hard. His hands still toy with my breasts, driving the heat and my need even higher. Rowan slides a finger into my dripping pussy while stroking my clit with his thumb. He pumps in and out of me, fast, and I buck against his hand eagerly.

  The pleasure builds and builds until I feel a coil of ecstasy that threatens to overwhelm me. The orgasm that rips through me is earth-shattering and leaves me breathless.

  I take little time to recover, however, and struggle up to my knees, reaching for first Keenan’s, then Rowan’s pants and tugging them off. They each take off their shirts and before I know it, they’re both bare before me. They’re every bit as hung as I had fantasized, if not more so.

  “How do you want us to do this, lass?” Keenan asks.

  “I want to taste your cock while Rowan fucks me,” I blurt out, feeling my face heat up.

  “As you wish,” Rowan says, “Hang on one second,” he darts from the room for a moment and returns with a strip of condoms.

  While he wraps up his dick, my tongue ventures out to slide along the length of Keenan’s shaft. He groans and tangles his fingers in my hair as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock.

  Rowan kneels behind me and tugs my hips into position, and I can feel him adjust himself so he can slide into my pussy. I work my way down the shaft of Keenan’s dick, taking him deeper and deeper slowly and cautiously, and when I feel Rowan’s cock slide into me, I reach the base of Keenan’s.

  It feels so fucking good to have them filling me up like this. It’s even better than any of my fantasies, and when they begin to thrust in unison, it tips me over the edge into a second spiraling orgasm.

  The pleasure only whets my appetite for more and I chase their thrusts with my hips and my lips, working their cocks with enthusiasm.

  Rowan grips my hips, thrusting in a measured rhythm. I buck back against him like a bronco, taking him deeper, all the while driving Keenan’s cock further down my throat. The sounds of their pleasure spur me on and I revel in the sensations of pleasure and power.

  They might have me pinned between them, but at the same time, I feel like I’m the one in control.

  Every movement of my body elicits groans and gasps of ecstasy from these gorgeous Irishmen, as well as sending waves of pleasure through me. “Fuck, Delia,” Keenan growls, gripping my hair, and I can tell he’s getting close.

  I grip his hips and bob my head faster and faster. His breath comes quicker and his fingers tighten in my hair. The salty heat of his release hits my tongue and I swallow it down eagerly, meeting his bright blue eyes with my own.

  Meanwhile, Rowan’s thrusts quicken as he slams into my pussy and when Keenan slides out of my mouth, I can no longer muffle my cries of pleasure as he pounds me. I’m quickly building towards another orgasm, and when it strikes, my eyes roll back in my head and my limbs shake as I shriek in pure ecstasy.

  Rowan isn’t far behind me, a surge of heat swelling between us as he fills the condom between us with his come.

  I collapse in a heap with my men on either side of me. “That…was…amazing,” I pant.

  “Aye, lass,” Keenan says in breathless agreement. “You are amazing.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Rowan

  The cock crowing in the morning wakes me. I shake myself, kind of startled. I find myself in bed with Delia and my brother. Little glimpses and memories of last night come to my mind and I feel a bit confused but also very aroused.

  I turn over and look into Delia’s very wide eyes. She seems just as shocked as I am that last night wasn’t a dream. But the shock on her face quickly subsides into a blissful grin. The lass is happy and with the two of us.

  I had resisted the thought of sharing her with Keenan at first, but now, after seeing the girl take us both on with that much desire, I kind of want to try the whole thing again. What do I care if I am sharing the lass with my brother if everyone is getting satisfied? After seeing her in bed, I can’t help but think it might take both of us to keep Delia satisfied!

  With that thought, I scoot over to kiss Delia’s pink lips and put my body up against hers. Keenan wakes a few moments later. To his credit, he seems to move past the shock of the morning quicker than Delia or I did and goes straight into kissing the back of Delia’s neck.

  Delia moans and pulls our nude bodies closer to hers, until we make up an odd sandwich.

  I reach up and take her soft, smooth breasts into my hands and massage them until her nipples stand up straight.

  “Is that barking?” Delia asks suddenly. She pulls away from both of us and sits up in the bed.

  After glancing out the window, she hisses and pulls the sheet up to cover herself.

  “There’s a car driving up your driveway. Ruckus is going nuts.”

  “What?” I jump up and look out the window myself.

  A black town car, like the kind you rent from airports, is coming up the drive. Keenan and I have a visitor, but who even knows we are here.

  My first thought is that it is a surprise visit from mom and dad. But I talked to them both recently and Da is too busy with work to make time for a trip to the states.

  Keenan jumps out of bed after me. He walks over to his set of dresser drawers and pulls out two pairs of boxers. He throws one at me.

  “We best get dressed in a hurry,” he says to me, suddenly all business. “Whoever it is, we can’t meet them like this.”

  I pull the pair of boxers over my legs and run into my room to gather further clothing. Once I have jeans and a t-shirt on, I return to Keenan’s room only to see him sitting down on the bed looking angry.

  I give Delia a look to see what is going on; she is now fully dressed as well, back in the clothing she had on the night before.

  “He says it’s the dick-face and hasn’t elaborated,” she tells me with a shrug.

  Clueless as to Keenan’s meaning, I lean down to look out the window putting my hand on the glass. The sight of four men getting out of the car has my stomach in twists. I recognize the fair haired heads. It’s my cousins...and my uncle. Uncle Brogan, the arsehole.

  “What the fuck does he want?” I snap.

  Still seated, Keenan just shakes his head. “I don’t know. I thought we saw the last of that wingnut when we left Ireland.”

  Delia puts a hand up to her face and looks at us both nervously. “Maybe I should go. I don’t want to get into the middle of a family matter.”

  Both Keenan and I reach for her at the same time. “No!”

  Keenan takes her hand in his, brings them up to his mouth for a kiss, and then looks her in the eyes. “We need you here,” he tells her. “Just...well, don’t let on as to what we were doing.”

  She nods and the three of us head downstairs and into the kitchen.

  Ruckus is indeed going nuts. Keenan gives a quick whistle and the dog shuts up immediately. Then he trots right to my brother’s side. It’s a wonder that the pup is trained so well and at such a young age.

  We have just enough time to get some eggs cooking before there’s a knock at the door. I look around at the other two, nodding to indicate that I am going to get it, and drag myself towards the door. This not a visit I am looking forward to.

  When I open it, Uncle Brogan’s sour puss is all I can see. The man can sneer like nobody’s business. The son-of-a-bitch is an ugly git too. I always felt sorry for Aunt Molly when she was married to him. How could she stand to wake up to a man who clearly has one swampy brown eye that is bigger than the other? In fact, his left eye kind of bulges out like a frog’s. His mouth is frog like too, always turned down and croaking with nasty words.

  My cousins--by marriage not blood--luckily
look very little like their father. They all have the same light red-blonde hair, but that’s where the resemblance ends. They must take after their mother, not that I ever met the poor lady. She was dead long before Molly and Brogan married.

  “Well, are you gonna ask us in or just stand there gaping, lad?” Uncle croaks.

  I shake my head a little and then put a hand to my temple. Things have been so unusual the past two days, I still feel like I’m in a dream.

  “Forgive me, Uncle Brogan,” I tell him. “I’m just so surprised to see you. What brings you all out here?”

  In reply, Brogan just makes an odd huffing noise, like I should have expected to find him on my doorstep.

  I look out to see the O’Leary boys wandering around the driveway. Seamus is pointing at the cows that are grazing in Delia’s field like he hasn’t ever see one before. Cillian is chasing a chicken.

  “You all want coffee?” I raise my voice to get their attention.

  All three of the boys turn towards me and give me identical grins. The lads and I aren’t close, but we all respected Molly, and I have gone to them with a few business deals. They run Brogan’s investment firm back in Ireland and are about as well off as Keenan and I are.

  They stomp up to the deck looking oddly comfortable in blue jeans--I have only seen them in suits before. The thought brings back memories of when Keenan and I first came to Texas. It wasn’t that long ago, but it seems like a lifetime.

  “Howdy, Rowan,” Seamus jokes as he attempts a Texan accent, poorly. “How’s the cow business?”

  I slap him on the shoulder as we head inside and walk towards the kitchen.

  “We have more crops than cows,” I tell him. “And business is good. It’s the farm life for me from now on.”

  Brogan had preceded me into the kitchen and when I finally make it into the door the room is overcrowded with Irishmen. Barry and Cillian have pulled up chairs next to Delia and are saying hello. Keenan is pouring coffee into cups and putting out plates of eggs.

  Brogan has stopped-short in the doorway. His eyes are glued to Delia, like her very presence is offensive.