All Our Luck: Complete Irish Reverse Harem Series

by Roxanne Riley

  “I want both of you inside me at once,” I blurt out, my heart pounding against my ribcage.

  The two of them exchange a look and for a moment, I fear I’ve pushed them too far, that this is too weird for them. But then they both shrug.

  “We can give it a try,” Rowan says.

  “I’m game,” Keenan agrees, reaching over and pulling a couple of condoms from the drawer in the bedside table.

  After rolling the latex down the length, Keenan slides his wrapped cock into me slowly, letting out a low groan of pleasure as he sheathes himself fully in my pussy. Rowan rolls a condom down his cock, too, and joins us. “You ready for us, beautiful?” he asks.

  I nod. “Yes. I want to feel you both filling me up,” I say breathlessly.

  Rowan nods, and carefully begins the same slow slide into my pussy, stuffing me full with his cock. The sensation is a little strange at first, stretching me in a way that’s not altogether unpleasant, but it doesn’t take long for me to adjust. They’re both deep inside me, and when they begin to thrust in unison, I want to scream in ecstasy.

  “Oh, fuck, yes,” I gasp, “That feels so fucking good!”

  Keenan cups my breasts and rolls my nipples between his fingers and my eyes roll back slightly. Heat builds inside me and I feel coils of pleasure rippling inside me. They pick up some speed and send me spiraling off the edge into a screaming, breathless climax that leaves me quivering.

  But they aren’t done yet, continuing to pound into me mercilessly. Another climax slams into me faster than I thought possible, knocking the breath from me.

  It feels so fucking good to be packed tight with their cocks, and I never want it to stop.

  As another wave of pleasure crests over me, I lose myself entirely in this ocean of bliss. Keenan and Rowan explore my body with their hands and their lips while they’re pounding into me, and every brush of their skin on mine only heightens my pleasure.

  And the heady mix of emotions is deeper than the animalistic desire. I feel connected to them, bonded on a level deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced.

  Something deep down tells me that this bond, this love, is the real reason for this pure ecstasy. While it hasn’t been an easy road getting here, it feels like every piece has fallen into place in my life.

  And my place is right here, between my Irishmen.

  Keenan’s pace quickens, his hips snapping against my flesh as he sinks deep inside me, and I can feel him getting close. Rowan’s not far behind him, and even I’m nearing another climax.

  The pleasure crests between the three of us all at once, driving us all to erupt in a crescendo of moans and gasps.

  When we’ve all come down from the height of our bliss, they pull out of me and the three of us fall into a breathless tangle on the bed, sated and spent. “I love you both so much,” I murmur when I’ve regained the power of speech.

  “Love you, too, lass,” Keenan says, kissing my forehead.

  Rowan is still out of breath, but nods in agreement.

  Keenan looks at Rowan. “What do you think? Should we?”

  I look at him, puzzled. “Should you what?”

  “Now? Really?” Rowan asks, ignoring my question.

  “Why not? I think it’s as good a moment as any.” Keenan says.

  Rowan chuckles. “I mean, I guess so.”

  “A good moment for what?” I ask, beginning to grow annoyed.

  Keenan gets out of bed and picks his pants off the floor, rummaging for something in the pocket. I sit up, watching him in confusion.

  He pulls out a small box, then sits on the bed beside me. “So I know the legality of it is probably questionable, but if you say yes, we’ll figure it out,” I say.

  Rowan rolls his eyes. “Really, you’re going to preface it with that?”

  “What in the hell are y’all talking about?” I exclaim, frustrated and confused.

  Rowan takes the box from Keenan and opens it, revealing that beautiful ring I was eyeing at the Spring Fair. “Delia, lass, will you marry us?”

  My jaw drops. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”

  I drag them both close to me and alternate showering them both in kisses, delirious with pure joy. The two of them laugh and Rowan takes the ring from the box to slide it on my finger.

  I look down at it with teary eyes. “How did you guys-”

  “Lucy,” Keenan explains with a laugh, “She told us how much you were admiring it at the Fair, and when we went to Gina’s shop and saw it, we knew it was perfect.”

  “You two are perfect,” I reply, my voice breaking and happy tears trickling down my cheeks.

  And as I lie back down in bed, sandwiched between my fiancés, I realize that my luck in love has done more than just turn around.

  It’s doubled.

  THE END

  Triple the Luck

  Triple the Luck

  Irish Reverse Harem Romance

  Luck of the Irish Book 2

  Copyright © 2019 by Roxanne Riley

  All Rights Reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction and any portrayal of any person living or dead is completely coincidental and not intentional. No part of this book may be reproduced without written permission from the author, other than brief excerpts for the purpose of reviews or promotion.

  Chapter One

  Lucy

  “No, Ruckus, sit,” I coax, trying to get the collie puppy to listen.

  Delia’s dog, Mayhem, sits, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, and I laugh.

  “Good girl, but I wasn’t talking to you.”

  Ruckus barks and spins in a circle, his tail wagging so hard it looks like he’s trying to take flight.

  I sigh and shake my head.

  “Ruckus,” I say sternly, “Sit.”

  I’m beginning to panic. My best friend, Delia, had asked me to train her dog and that of her fiancé’s to act as their flower girl and ring bearer for their wedding, and while Mayhem seems to have taken to her duties with ease, Ruckus has been trouble.

  I thought he had finally gotten it down the last time I’d practiced with him, but maybe the distractions are too much for him.

  Suddenly, he spots a squirrel.

  I lunge for him, but he’s off like a bullet from a gun.

  Once again glad I opted out of wearing heels, I bolt after the little monster. He weaves around all the other people who are setting up for the wedding, and I’m horror-stricken to see him barreling toward a pair of guys carefully carrying the wedding cake to the table it’s to be displayed on.

  But then a pair of arms swoops down and snags the eager little pooch, to my relief.

  “Ruckus! Hey, buddy! Where are you running off to?” the voice attached to the arms asks cheerfully, as the arms scratch Ruckus behind the ear.

  The sight of this gorgeous man snuggling a cute puppy like that is enough to set my panties on fire, but that accent…

  He must be one of the cousins Delia had told me about. Her Irish soon-to-be-husbands have a trio of supposedly “sexy as all hell” cousins that moved into Delia’s old place when she moved into the Donoghue farm six months ago.

  I realize that I’m staring at the hot guy, rather than going to retrieve my charge, and so I shake my head to snap out of it. Then I jog over.

  “Sorry, sorry, I’ll take that,” I offer with a grin.

  The hot guy seems reluctant to pass the pup over, clearly enjoying the snuggly little monster wriggling in his arms, but finally he hands him over with a sheepish smile. The two guys who had been carrying the cake make their way over, and I’m shocked to see that they’re just as gorgeous as my puppy-wrangling friend here. And they look alike: all three with red-gold hair and eyes the color of honey.

  “You must be Lucy,” the tallest one says, his lilting voice making me tingly.

  He holds out a hand for me to shake. “Keenan told us all about you.”

  I shift Ruckus enough so that I have a free hand and reach out.

&
nbsp; His hands are huge, and the heat of his skin is enough to make my breath catch.

  “And you must be Keenan and Rowan’s cousins,” I reply shakily, “Delia’s told me a little about you three.”

  The tall one with his hand in mine nods.

  “Barry O’Leary,” he says, “and this,” he gestures to Puppy Wrangler, “is my brother Seamus. The one on my left is my brother Cillian.”

  “Nice to meet you all,” I say with a smile.

  Ruckus wriggles in my arms, reminding me that I need to get him to cooperate before the wedding ceremony begins.

  “I have to go take care of this,” I say, gesturing to the little beast, “I’ll try and catch up with you guys later?”

  They nod and I lug Ruckus over to where Mayhem waits patiently. I plunk the naughty pup down onto the ground and he gives me a self-satisfied look, his tongue lolling out of one side of his mouth.

  Despite lingering thoughts of the three hot Irishmen, I do my best to focus on my task and work with Ruckus, knowing that the clock is ticking down. By the time I need to get everything in place for the ceremony, I’m pretty confident that Ruckus can pull this off.

  I sure hope he can pull it off, anyway. With my own duties as the maid of honor to carry out, I’m not sure I can snag him if he spazzes out again.

  As the wedding begins, though, I’m happy to find everything going off without a hitch. And I’m definitely grateful for waterproof mascara.

  The ceremony is sweet and unique, and the pure love shining from my best friend’s face melts my heart. While her relationship might be a little unusual, it makes me happy to see her so content.

  But of course, I’m only human, so the more selfish parts of my brain speak up, asking me when I’m going to have this.

  Not that I can complain about being lonely, exactly. I’ve constantly got a house full of dogs for company. I breed working collies for a lot of the local ranchers, and on top of that, I run sort of a doggie daycare and training business out of my house.

  I keep myself pretty busy, so I don’t exactly have a lot of time to date. I try to squeeze in some social interaction so I don’t turn into a total hermit, but overall, I spend way more time with dogs than with people.

  So yeah, watching my friend bask in the love of her two adoring husbands is a little on the bittersweet side. I’m happy for her, and I think the Donoghue twins are perfect for her, but I can’t help being a little envious.

  And then my filthy mind flashes on a mental image of me bent between two hot guys.

  Jeez, Lucy, get it together!

  But the subconscious smut continues, and only when a third hot guy joins the trio in my mind do I realize that the men in my fantasy are the “sexy as hell” cousins of the grooms.

  My eyes flick to them, and I know my face has to be crimson with embarrassment. Although it’s not like they can read my thoughts.

  Barry and Cillian are, understandably, looking at the ceremony going on, but I catch Seamus’ eye and realize that he was gazing at me, too. A tiny smile pricks at the corner of my lips, but I force myself to watch what’s going on, even while the image of Seamus’ warm brown eyes burns a hole in me.

  This is your best friend’s big day, get your mind off yourself and out of the gutter! I remind myself.

  I manage to keep focused through the rest of the ceremony, and I make it through my toast at the reception without any more distractions.

  The formalities speed by, and finally I’m left to my own devices, sipping a glass of champagne and watching people dance.

  And then I catch some motion from the corner of my eye that makes me crack up. Delia and the guys had given out bubbles as part of the reception and Seamus is standing off to the side blowing bubbles for Ruckus, who is bouncing around like a lunatic to pop them.

  “Looks like they’re having fun,” a voice says beside me.

  My panties dampen as I realize that this has to be one of the three Irish hotties, and then turn to find that, to my delight, I’m correct.

  Chapter Two

  Barry

  I look down at the face of Delia’s hot blonde friend, Lucy, feeling a little bad when I speak and startle her. But when she smiles up at me, I relax a little, turning back to look at Seamus acting like a doofus.

  “We always wanted a dog,” I muse, “Seamus especially. He threatens our cousins at least twice a week that he’s going to steal Ruckus the next time he visits.”

  Lucy laughs.

  “I don’t blame him,” she admits, “Ruckus is a pretty great little beastie.”

  “He is,” I agree.

  “Do you guys need a dog?” she asks. “I don’t know what y’all are doin’ with Delia’s old place, but I still have two of Ruckus’ sisters, if you’re interested.”

  I mull it over. We’re not exactly jumping into the farm life our cousins have embraced, so we don’t really need a “working dog,” but maybe a pet would help us settle in.

  “I’ll ask them and let you know. But we’re actually looking at trying to open sort of a resort, for people who want to try out the farmer, rancher type life,” I explain.

  “Oh, yeah, I think Delia told me something about that,” I say, “It sounds like a cool idea.”

  “What’s a cool idea?” A voice chimes in behind me.

  I glance over my shoulder to see Cillian walking up with a glass of whiskey in each hand. He passes one to me.

  I take a drink.

  “Lucy likes our resort idea,” I explain.

  Cillian smiles at her.

  “Glad to hear that. We’re hoping most of the locals will agree.”

  Lucy takes a delicate sip of her champagne.

  “Are you guys just planning to keep it small, like a bed and breakfast-y thing with the housing you already have, or are you going to be building something new?”

  “We’d be building on,” Cillian says. “There’s a really old guest house on the back of Delia’s property and we want to expand it, big-time.”

  “Oh, yeah, I know what you’re talking about, that building in the back,” she nods, “It’s pretty close to the edge of my lot.”

  “I didn’t realize you lived so close to us,” I say, surprised.

  “The lot’s angled sort of weird, like this,” she explains, illustrating by shaping her long fingers into a sort of lopsided triangle, “and my house is at this corner, but the other end is right up against you guys.”

  “Oh, you mean you own that piece where there are all those little purple wildflowers?” Cillian asks.

  She nods.

  “Exactly.”

  “Well, I mean, would you be interested in the possibility of selling part of your lot for our building?” I ask her.

  “I hadn’t really thought about it,” she confesses, “But honestly? I might. I don’t need such a huge lot for just myself, so if you guys have more use for it, it would be foolish not to, right?”

  I smile.

  “Well, tell you what, are you busy tomorrow afternoon? We could come over and take a look.”

  She nods.

  “That sounds good. I can meet at your place around one?”

  Cillian nods, too.

  A smile spreads across Lucy’s face, and I can’t help but be drawn to her plush, petal-pink lips. They look full and soft, and I just want to bite them and see what they feel like against my skin.

  While I’m excited about the possibility of a larger plot for the resort, I’m even more excited about getting to spend more time staring at Lucy. She’s tall and curvy, with mile-long legs that I want to feel wrapped around my waist.

  The pale blue bridesmaid’s dress matches her eyes and clings to the swell of her amazing tits, and I almost look forward to the moment she walks away so I can appreciate the perfect curve of her ass.

  Seamus wanders over with Ruckus trailing at his heels.

  “Hey, Seamus, Lucy says she has two of his sisters,” I tell him. “Maybe you need your own dog so you can stop threatening to st
eal Keenan’s.”

  His face lights up.

  “Seriously? Could we?”

  Lucy nods.

  “Yeah, I have a little tricolor girl and a black and white girl. They’re both great, but it just depends on what you want them for.”

  “Well, tell you what,” I say, “How about you come by tomorrow and we can look at the land and talk some more? And then maybe we can go back to your place and meet the pups.”

  “Or I can just bring them with me,” she offers. “They can walk around with us and you can get to know them a little.”

  “That sounds great!” Seamus says enthusiastically.

  His gaze on her surprises me with its intensity. His normally light-hearted smile holds an extra edge of something I’ve never really seen in him before.

  “Great,” her cheeks turn a little pink as she smiles back at him.

  I clear my throat.

  “So, let’s drop all this business talk,” I say, “It’s a party, after all!”

  Cillian nods in agreement.

  “In fact,” he says, offering a hand to Lucy, “Would you care to have a dance with me?”

  I try to tamp down a jolt of jealousy as my brother sweeps this gorgeous girl off to the dance floor.

  I watch them sway together for a long time, wishing it was my arms she was curled in, that those soft curves were pressed against my body instead of his.

  She really is just stunning, and she seems sweet and a little shy. That sweetness draws me in, like a bee to a rose. And shy, quiet girls have always been my Kryptonite.

  As a teen, I’d had a “brooding, bad-boy” reputation, and drawing those innocent little does to the dark side brought me a kind of unique satisfaction.

  But at the same time, watching Lucy as she dances with Cillian, I see something else running through her. There’s something wild in her just pacing behind her eyes, waiting to be set free.

  I want to uncage that, see what’s deep inside her. And when her gaze locks on mine, it feels like she’s handing me the keys.