He sort of nods at me in reply, chomping into a bagel.
“So what are your plans for the day?” I ask him as I open the fridge to decide what to fix myself.
“Going out for a while, have to meet with someone,” he says.
I fortunately bend down so the refrigerator door covers my face before he can see me roll my eyes. I’m not trying to police him, so I don’t understand this cagey shit he feels the need to put on with me.
I pour myself a bowl of cereal and sit at the table. The folder with the O’Leary’s sales plan is still on the table and I have to move it out of my way to set my bowl down. The movement draws Lance’s eye and puts an unpleasant scowl on his face.
I want to just bite my tongue and keep the peace, but the words erupt from me before I can stop them.
“You know, I still haven’t changed my mind about selling the land.”
His furious gaze snaps up to mine.
“What?”
“I still think that their resort idea is a good one,” I say, shrugging, “And I think it could do good things for the town.”
“It’s going to turn the town into nothing but a tourist trap for rich douchebags,” he snaps, “If they start bringing in these rich assholes, the town turns into nothing but a fucking gimmick.”
I raise my eyebrow. Since when does he give a damn about this town? He hasn’t even lived here in years. He and his soon-to-be-ex-wife had actually moved to a larger city years ago. So why the sudden concern about maintaining our “small-town charm?”
“It’s not just a playground for rich people-” I protest, but he cuts me off.
“Yes, Lucy, it is, and besides, even if I wanted to let it happen, it’s not like that land is zoned for anything that commercial.”
I blink, startled. How and why does he know that? “What do you mean?” I ask tentatively.
“You’d have to jump through a shitload of hoops to use that for anything but housing,” he says, “It’s zoned for residential use.”
It makes me uncomfortable that he seems to know this already. I desperately wish that he had just accepted my offer to buy him out of his half of this place, having him around is putting me on edge.
“Well, I’m sure they’re willing to do what it takes to make it happen,” I say.
“Fine. They can make it happen somewhere fucking else,” Lance says, pushing back from the table and getting to his feet.
I press my lips together, forcing myself not to respond. He storms out of the room and I let out a breath. And to my surprise, the first thought that crosses my mind is that I want to go see the O’Learys. The idea of being around them right now is comforting.
Normally, when I’m upset, I talk to Delia or another friend. But I find the idea of venting to the boys more appealing right now. And a part of me wants to apologize for everything that happened yesterday.
Plus my dream is still lingering in my brain. I swear, I can still feel the heat of their hands on me. And even if Lance can stand in the way of their business proposal, I’ve been seriously considering accepting their other one.
But I can’t bring myself to go over to see them until I take care of things here. There are dogs that need feeding, brushing, and training, and my sex life definitely lingers lower on the totem pole than taking care of my dogs and my business right now.
I hurriedly finish my breakfast and rinse the dishes in the sink before jumping into work, forcing my personal life out of my mind so I can give the dogs my full attention. I lose myself in the work, setting my own thoughts and feelings aside to put myself in tune with the animals and take care of their needs.
It’s almost meditative, getting to step outside myself for a while, and when I’m finally finished with my last task, a nail trim on one of my older dogs, I feel calmer. I feel a little refreshed, the annoyance of my stubborn, intrusive brother having melted away.
But I still want to go see the O’Learys. I want to tell them everything Lance said this morning, and the filthy parts of my brain want to make that dream come true. I do my best to clean myself of dog hair and make myself presentable before heading over to their place.
I knock on their door, my heart in my throat, but after several minutes, nothing has happened. I try to knock again, but once again, I’m met with silence. No one’s here.
This disappointment hits me unexpectedly hard, and for a baffling moment, I almost feel like crying. The idea of trudging back home right now and being alone is too depressing for me to stand, so I decide to keep walking down the road to go see Delia.
I realize that I risk interrupting some kind of crazy, naked hijinks between her and her husbands, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. Admittedly, it’s not my orgasm at stake, but I’m sure Delia will forgive me.
I’m pleasantly surprised when I arrive at her place and she answers the door fully dressed and put-together.
“Nice timing, Lucy,” Delia says, and there’s something vaguely sinister in her smile, “Come on in.”
“Um, ok…” I follow her nervously.
She leads me into her living room, and I’m met with three unexpected faces that immediately send a jolt through my chest. “Oh! I’m sorry, Del, I didn’t realize you had family over,” I stammer, taking a step back.
Delia wraps an arm around my shoulders and tugs me, surprisingly forcefully, into the room. “Nonsense, you’re family, too,” she says, deliberately nudging me towards the O’Learys.
I not-so subtly step on her toes, shooting her a look.
“Really, it’s fine, I was just coming over to talk, I can call you later,” I say.
Her manic smile dissipates. “Is everything ok?” she asks.
I glance at all the guys. I mean, I was going to talk to the O’Learys anyway, maybe I should just tell them all about Lance.
I let out a sigh. “My brother’s back,” I begin, explaining Lance’s appearance and everything that’s happened since to the Donoghues. Then, once they’re caught up to what the others know, I start to explain my weird feelings about Lance’s vehement refusal to consider the land sale.
As I’m talking, I’m pacing across the room, and when I finally stop speaking, Cillian catches me around the waist, halting my pacing. “Hey, it’s all right, we’re gonna figure this out,” he says reassuringly.
My eyes lock on his and my breath catches. He tugs me down onto the couch between him and Barry. Barry reaches over and pats my thigh in a gesture that’s clearly meant to be comforting, but just having his hand on me is enough to pool heat between my legs.
Seamus reaches across Cillian and squeezes my hand, offering me a sweet smile, and all I want to do is kiss him.
I sigh, leaning back into the couch.
“It’s just weird, that he happened to show up now, you know?”
“I think it’s just a coincidence, Luce,” Delia says.
“Maybe. But either way, why does he just happen to know something about zoning?”
“I don’t know,” she admits, “That is weird.”
“I mean, do you think it’s still possible? To get zoning permits for it or something?” I ask.
Keenan smiles.
“Well, the three of us know a good judge.”
Chapter Eight
Seamus
We stay at our cousins’ place a little longer, talking with them and Delia and discussing the possibility of trying to explore legal options. Fortunately, Rowan and Keenan know more about the legal system than the three of us do, having gone through their own recent legal land troubles with our idiot father.
When we finally leave, however, I’m excited to see that Lucy stands up and leaves with us. The four of us walk back toward our place. We’re quiet for a while, and finally, Lucy speaks up.
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” she says softly.
I turn to look at her.
“My brother and I don’t exactly get along,” she explains, “And having him here is uncomfortable, to say the least. I feel sort of ba
d for him, don’t get me wrong, I know he must be going through a lot, but still…”
Barry nods. “I get that. But just because someone is family doesn’t mean you have to like them.”
Cillian and I both nod in agreement.
She sighs.
“Yeah. And he’s pretty hard to like,” she mutters.
“So, forgive me if I’m wrong, but it kind of sounds like if it weren’t for your brother, you would still be interested in our proposal?” Barry asks.
“The business proposal?” she asks, then blushes and quickly adds, “Yes, I think your idea is a good one and if I can get this thing with Lance worked out, yes, I would like to be a part of your business and all.”
“And have you had any thoughts on our other proposal?” Cillian says, turning inward and stopping to face her.
Her face flames bright red and she nods.
“Care to share with the class?” I ask her pointedly.
“I want to try,” she whispers.
“Really?” Barry asks, his face lighting.
She nods and starts to speak, but Cillian grabs her and kisses her immediately. She melts into him immediately and the little moan I hear her make sends blood rushing to my dick.
I give them their moment, but when they break apart, I make my own move, grabbing Lucy and claiming her mouth for myself. Her soft curves press against my own hard body and I grip her ass and drag her tighter against me.
A breathy, needy little sound escapes her and I know she can feel my erection pressing between her legs. To my surprise, Lucy seems to channel a little boldness and she reaches down to stroke my cock through my pants.
“I thought we’d agreed to share,” I hear Barry say from behind her before he tugs her away to steal a kiss of his own.
The raging desire flowing through me brings out an animal side of me that makes me want to tear her away from him and have her all to myself, but I force myself to chill out. It makes me very aware that this sharing thing might be more challenging than I thought.
But the taste of her kiss still lingering on my lips makes me even more aware that Lucy is fucking worth it.
The three of us finally give the poor woman a moment to breathe, and she gazes up at all of us with this wild, desperate need that makes me just want to fuck her right here. But I gather my self control and I take charge, leading the four of us back to the house.
The second we’re past the threshold into the house, however, my self control evaporates and I yank her to me, kissing her hard and tearing open the buttons of her blouse. Cillian walks up behind me and in a flash, he’s unhooked her bra with a single hand.
I tug the straps down her shoulders and toss the garment off to the side on the floor as Barry kicks the door shut behind us. Her tits are even more perfect than I’d expected, with sweet little pink nipples just pleading to be sucked. And apparently Barry agrees, because he nudges me slightly out of his way so that he can bend and take one into his mouth.
Lucy gasps and grips his hair, tossing her head back. Cillian reaches around her waist and unbuttons her jeans, shimmying them down the soft swell of her hips. Not wanting to knock heads with Barry, I content myself with teasing her nipple with my fingertips.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, “I’m so wet, someone touch me, please,” she begs.
Cillian reaches around her waist again and slips his hand into her panties, and her answering moan is more than I can take. I kiss her again, parting her lips with my tongue so I can truly taste her.
While my tongue explores her mouth, my fingers roll and pinch her rock-hard nipple, making her yelp and moan in pleasure, and I swallow her sounds.
Lucy reaches down blindly and I feel her fumbling for the button of my pants.Once she’s found it, she makes quick work of it, drawing out my cock and wrapping her long fingers around my shaft.
She jerks me off with skill that surprises me, her soft hands applying pressure in all the right places to make me fucking crazy. Fuck, if her hands feel this good, I can’t imagine her mouth or that sweet little pussy of hers, I think to myself.
Barry reluctantly lets her nipple fall from his mouth with a soft pop before darting from the room. I take advantage of a little more room and bend to assault her other nipple with my own mouth, drawing needy little whimpers out of her with every suck and flick of my tongue.
The rhythm of her hand stutters as Cillian continues to finger fuck her and I tease her tits. Her strokes become sloppy and uneven, and somehow it feels even fucking better, knowing that she’s losing her pace because we’re driving her wild.
Her breath hitches and she clutches the back of my head, yelping in pleasure when I nip at the rock-hard bud between my lips. “Oh, fuck,” she breathes again, “Please don’t stop, I’m so close.”
Her desperate begging for us to get her off is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard, and when I lavish my tongue over the beaded flesh, I can hear her scream as she writhes all over my brother’s hand.
“Damn it,” I hear Barry growl as he reapproaches, a strip of condoms in hand, “You two got her off without me?”
Cillian grins lazily.
“Well, would you have rather we left the poor girl wanting? She did beg, after all.”
Barry rips a condom off the strip. “Guess that just means I get first dibs,” he says.
Jealousy flares in me a little, and I can see Cillian scowl, but neither of us argue. And Lucy, our shy, delicate flower, seems to be blooming right before our very eyes, gaining the confidence to tell us what she needs. “I could jerk you both off while I ride his cock,” she says, her voice breathy and wavering and her cheeks pink.
The filthy words in her sweet voice make my dick twitch in anticipation.
“Fair enough,” I agree.
We decide to let our budding blossom dictate how we should be positioned and she instructs us all to sit on the couch, Barry in the middle and Cillian and me on the sides. From there, she straddles Barry’s lap and tests her reach, ensuring that she can easily get a firm grip on my cock and Cillian’s.
I watch her, fascinated. While she’s gaining the courage to direct us and voice her desires, there’s a hesitance in her I didn’t expect. And then it dawns on me.
We’re about to take Lucy’s virginity.
My cock throbs at the idea of impaling Lucy’s sweet, virgin pussy, but I will myself to sit in my assigned place and wait my turn. And letting her play with my cock is a decent way to pass the time while I wait. She might be inexperienced, but she seems to have a natural talent for working my shaft.
Barry positions his cock at her tight little hole and she slides down slowly, a soft little whimper escaping her. She wraps her fist around my cock and begins to stroke it while she slowly works her hips up and down, riding my brother’s dick.
She falls into a rhythm, bouncing up and down on Barry’s lap and working those talented fingers along my cock and Cillian’s. The sounds trickling from her throat as she gives into her carnal desires are almost enough to make me shoot my load, but I will myself to enjoy the ride for a while.
I can’t believe we’re really doing this, either. It’s far less weird than I thought it would be, and it feels so fucking good. And based on the sounds she’s making, she’s having a great time, too.
Whimpers and moans of pleasure roll from her throat as she works our cocks, and the way her huge tits bounce makes me want to bury my face in them and taste the sweetness of her skin.
Her lips curve into a little “O” shape and the movement of her hips gets faster. Her rhythm stutters and her breath quickens. Barry grips her hips and pummels into her, clearly close himself. Her eyelids flutter closed and I can see the moment when she tips over the edge, gasping and writhing in release.
I expect her to need a little time to recover, but even after sliding off of Barry’s dick and standing on trembling legs, she only takes a moment to catch her breath before looking from me to Cillian, as if asking “who’s next?”
Barry gets up to go dispose of his condom and I tug Lucy back over to the couch, grabbing one of the condoms and tearing it from the strip. “Get on your knees,” I whisper in her ear.
She shivers and eagerly obeys, kneeling in the center of the couch between Cillian and me. I roll the condom down my shaft and she bends forward over Cillian’s lap and starts sucking him off. I kneel behind her and tease her dripping pussy with the head of my dick.
She whimpers, wriggling against my cock and seeking more friction. When I plunge into her tight hole, she squeals in pleasure.
It’s just as fucking good as I imagined, tight and hot, her skin soft where it presses against mine. I dig my fingers into her hips and thrust into her. At first, I’m trying to be a little slow and gentle, not wanting to overwhelm her, but she goads me further and eventually I give in to the primal urge to pound her.
Her head bobs on Cillian’s cock, muffling her cries of ecstasy. Her firm, round ass bounces with every thrust and I pull my hand back and give it a little slap. She squeals again and moans, and when I rub my palm over the spot and then slap it again, her fingers grip into the couch and I can feel her pussy tighten around me.
It draws a groan from me and I snap my hips, slamming into her. I reach around her hip and play with her clit and I can feel the walls of her pussy clamp down again as she draws closer to another release.
And I’m not far behind her, the pressure building, and I fuck her faster and harder. I hear a grunt from Cillian and glance up to see her swallowing down his load. Watching that, and hearing her moans as her own climax ripples through her, sets me off, and I spurt my seed into the condom between us.
It’s the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had. I feel like I reach a whole new level of pleasure, my mind disintegrating and scattering off into the wind as my body is consumed by it.
When I finally come back down to Earth somewhat, I pull out and go to toss the condom. By the time I get back, it seems like everyone is finally catching their breath.
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