I search Lucy’s face, trying to gauge her reaction in the aftermath. I’m worried I might see something like regret in her eyes, but the only expression on her face is pure bliss laced with exhaustion.
“That was fucking incredible,” she breathes.
“Agreed,” Cillian says, still looking dazed.
Barry sits beside Lucy on the couch, slipping an arm around her waist and kissing her bare shoulder. She leans into him, a peaceful smile on her face. I expect to feel a pang of jealousy, but to my surprise, I don’t.
The connection all three of us share with Lucy is something special, and I can feel that. So seeing her happy, even in my brother’s arms, brings me happiness. And I trust that I’ll get my own turn soon.
Chapter Nine
Cillian
I’m drawn out of sleep the next morning by voices from downstairs. At first, I feel a rush of excitement, thinking maybe Lucy is here, after having gone home late last night. But then I pick up a male voice that doesn’t belong to either of my brothers.
Curious, I throw on some clothes and head downstairs. I pick up more voices and wonder just how many people are in our house when I finally make it downstairs. My brothers are joined by four other men in our living room, faces I didn’t expect to see but that fill me with joy anyway.
“Holy shit! What the hell are you guys doing here?” I ask, as the four of them get to their feet and I give them each a big, brotherly hug.
“Well, Barry was telling us all about your crazy idea for the resort and we wanted to come help,” Noah Bryne says.
Noah Bryne and his three brothers have been our closest friends for as long as I can remember. Seamus spent a lot of time hanging out as teenagers with Noah and his twin, Neil, the two younger brothers, whereas the older brothers, Conor and Flynn, spent more time getting into trouble with me and, when we could drag him into our fuckery, Barry.
And as we’d gotten older and the few years between us mattered less and less, the seven of us had all hung around together, engaging in some pretty fucking legendary pub crawls.
“Seriously? You came all this way down here to help us with a project we haven’t even started?” I laugh.
“Well, Barry also told us about some of the local talent…” Neil says with a smirk, “And we thought we’d come take a taste.”
“Besides, we figured you three had been here long enough now to take advantage of the local nightlife, and figured you could show us a,” Flynn puts on a heavy, terrible fake Texas drawl and continues. “True Texas rip roarin’ good time!”
I snort.
“I think you guys are gonna be sorely disappointed,” I inform them. “There’s only one bar around here, unless you want to drive into the city, but if we do that, we’re renting a hotel, because I know full fuckin’ well none of us is gonna be in any shape to get back here.”
“What about cow tipping?” Noah asks. “Is that a real thing people do?”
The three of us crack up.
“No, it really isn’t,” Seamus says.
“Well, we’ll have a good time anyway,” Flynn says with a shrug.
“How long are you guys planning to stay?” Barry asks them.
“We’ve actually rented a house nearby for a couple of months,” Conor says, to our surprise.
“Wow, you guys are pretty serious about this!” Seamus says, surprised. “What about your business?”
“The beauty of delegation, my friend,” Neil says with a grin. “We’ve got enough people working for us now that we can divvy up tasks and all we really need to do is some computer shit. Log in, do a couple things, and the money practically makes itself!”
“Shit, wish we were making that kind of easy money,” I complain. “We’re just trying to scrape enough out of our savings to get this thing off the ground.”
Noah gives me a look.
“Why do you think we’re here, dumb fuck?”
“Oh, shit, you want to invest?” Barry asks, looking excited, “I thought you guys were just coming to fuck around.”
“We said we were coming to help, didn’t we?” Flynn looks a little offended. “We weren’t just fucking with you.”
“Yeah, but when you guys say “help,” that usually means we all just spend a lot of time getting drunk and trying to get our dicks wet,” I reply, cheerfully.
“He’s not wrong,” Conor agrees.
Flynn shrugs, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
“I guess that’s true,” he admits, “But we’re really interested in investing and working for you guys, we want to give this whole Texas life a try, at least for a while.”
“Well, we can give you a taste of the ranching stuff right now, if you want. Our cousins and their wife have the full experience going on next door,” Seamus says.
“Sure, man, let’s go check it out!” Noah says enthusiastically.
Looking like a herd of our own, we make our way over to the Donoghue ranch, where I can already see by the meandering cows that my cousins have been out and about taking care of things. Ruckus and Delia’s dog, Mayhem, come barrelling at us, barking like mad and sniffing curiously at the Brynes.
Delia looks up from the weeding she’s doing and waves, getting to her feet and coming over.
“Mornin, fellas!” she says cheerfully, “I see you’ve brought a crowd.”
The Brynes introduce themselves and we introduce Delia.
“My husbands are around here somewhere,” she says, “Let me go track them down,” she heads off toward the other end of the field.
“Did she say “husbands” as in plural?” Noah asks.
A ripple of tension runs through me. If they have something to say about Delia’s relationship, they’ll sure as fuck talk shit about Lucy, and despite these being my oldest friends, I’m fully prepared to kick their asses if they do.
“Yes, Delia is in a marriage with both of our cousins,” Barry says carefully.
“Huh. Interesting. You remember that girl, Emma, that I used to date?” Neil asks, and I nod. “She’s in a relationship sort of like that, except with a guy and a girl who also date each other. They all seem pretty happy. Of course, if I were that dude, I’d be happy, too.”
His easy acceptance makes the tension in my shoulders ease, and my fist slowly unclenches as I laugh at his quip.
“Yeah, no kidding,” I agree, “But actually, we’re kind of doing something similar. You’ll meet our girlfriend, Lucy, a little later, I’m sure.”
I know we hadn’t made anything “official” with Lucy about us dating her, but after last night, I’m pretty confident that the title is correct.
Delia, who is on her way back with the guys, squeals, “Did I just hear you say what I think you said?”
I flash her a grin and expect to be met with more girlie squealing of excitement, given how hard she’s been pushing this, but instead her face turns stormy and she whips out her phone, texting furiously. “I can’t believe she didn’t say anything!”
“Well, I mean, it was just last night,” Barry says consolingly, trying to calm Delia.
She softens a little and appears to delete the text. “Ok, fine...but if she hasn’t gotten ahold of me by this afternoon, you boys will have another place to stick it, because I’m gonna rip her a new one,” she grumbles.
Seamus laughs and introduces the Brynes to our cousins, who then offer to show them around. Together, all ten of us wander around their property, and the Byrnes get a “crash course in critter care,” as Delia puts it, along with a basic explanation of some of the crops.
And while I expect our crazy, party-boy type friends to be bored out of their skulls, they listen with interest and respond with a number of questions that I never would have thought to ask. I’m fascinated, watching it all unfold.
The Bryne brothers explain their interest in investing and working for the proposed ranch resort, to the delight of Keenan and Rowan, and the six of them, plus Barry, delve into business talk.
Delia had led Seamus off to milk goats. Seamus loves watching the goats, and so Delia frequently ropes him into any goat-based chores. They seem to like him. And meanwhile, I’m zoning out, indulging in memories of last night.
I hadn’t had the opportunity to feel the heat of Lucy’s sweet, tight little pussy yet, and I couldn’t fucking wait. Not that I didn’t enjoy her mouth. Fuck, those soft lips of hers wrapped around my cock, her hot little tongue…and the way she swallowed every last drop and still looked like she wanted more?
It was clear from her demeanor that she wasn’t exactly experienced, but she had still given me better head than I’d ever had in my life. Hell, she was worlds better than the girl who’d taken my virginity and who now works as an actual porn star.
I’d thought that the whole thing would devolve into a jealous mess, since Barry and Seamus already seem so attached to her, but surprisingly, sharing her seemed to come easily to us. And despite my trying to fight it, I was starting to fall pretty hard for her, too.
All I could think about was that soft skin on mine, those plush lips wrapped around the base of my cock as she swallowed me down to the hilt. I had tangled my fingers in that soft blonde hair while I fucked her mouth, and she’d taken my dick like a champ.
“Cillian!” Barry calls, and I can tell from the tone of his voice that it isn’t the first time he’s called out to me.
“Hmm?” I look up.
He rolls his eyes. “I said, can you check your contacts for me? Lucy said she programmed Gina Landry’s phone number into my phone, but I think she got yours by mistake.”
I pull my phone from my pocket and check. Sure enough, there’s a new contact in my phone. I pass it over to Barry. Noah nudges me. “Something on your mind, man?” he taunts.
A lazy grin spreads over my face. “You’ll get it when you see her, dude,” I say simply, “But just remember, just because I can share nice with my brothers doesn’t mean anyone else gets to touch,” the look that accompanies my words is playful, but I mean every word.
Not that I’m expecting my friends to make a move on our girl, but the idea of other guys sniffing around her puts my hackles up.
He puts his palms up in a placating gesture and laughs. “Cillian, I don’t know where your arse has been, I’m not sharing a damn thing with you,” he shoots back.
I laugh, clapping him on the back. “You know several of the places my arse has been, Noah, including that incident in the alleyway when we all went to Wales, but I imagine none of that is in any way encouraging.”
He grimaces.
“Oh, fuck, don’t remind me,” he groans, “I’ve almost completely sucessfully blocked that out.”
“I haven’t,” Neil pipes up from beside him with a shudder.
The rest of the afternoon is a blur of business talk, sprinkled with a handful of more interesting conversation, but the whole time, all I can think about is wanting to get to Lucy.
Chapter Ten
Lucy
It’s a few days later when I find myself in Delia’s living room, sprawled on the couch with her. She’s been feeling lousy the last few days and her doting husbands have been taking care of most of the farm work for her to let her rest, much to her frustration.
In fact, her annoyance at them for making her get some rest is why I’m here. Rowan and Keenan had frantically texted me and asked me to come keep her occupied.
So, I’d come over under the guise of making some kind of follow-up for Ruckus and his training and kept her wrapped in conversation while the guys got some of the work done. She looks a little rough, pale and sweaty, and she said she’s had some kind of stomach bug or something for about three days.
When she returns from the bathroom, shaky on her feet, I pass her a glass of water.
“You know, if you’ve had a stomach bug this long, maybe you should go see a doctor,” I tell her, worried, “Don’t those normally pass pretty quickly?”
“Eh, I’m sure it’s fine,” she says, waving off my concern, “You sound like the boys. I ain’t some delicate flower, I’ll get over this in a few days. Let’s talk about something else. How are things going with you and the O’Learys?”
A smile creeps across my face before I can stop it. “It’s amazing,” I confess.
She grins. “I told you!”
I’d spent as much time as I could get away with at their place since I’d finally slept with them, and we’d already had to run into town for a bulk box of condoms. Twice.
And beyond that, I was getting to know them more, and the closer we got, the harder I fell for each one of them. Barry’s solemn intensity that turns to fiery passion. Seamus’ youthful enthusiasm that becomes a thirst to explore and try new things together. And Cillian’s smug, cocky attitude that reveals itself as a dominance over me that makes me weak in the knees.
I’ve never felt more fulfilled. Although Lance’s continued presence is a dark cloud hovering nearby and threatening my joy, but not quite close enough to rain on our parade.
Fortunately, I’ve had relatively little interaction with Lance. I’ve finally gotten a feel for his typical schedule and have made a careful effort to avoid him.
It feels kind of immature and silly, but avoiding the awkwardness is worth it. And it makes it easier to keep my new relationship private.
It’s funny, for the most part, I’d be perfectly happy to parade arm-in-arm down the street in town with all three of them, I wouldn’t want to hide a thing. But the idea of Lance knowing is weirdly uncomfortable.
And so I’ve become a teenager again, sneaking around and indulging in trysts in whatever place we can.
Not that my bed hasn’t been christened. Lance has spent a ton of time out of the house that I’ve used to turn every surface I can into a playground for the four of us.
Delia waves her hand in front of my face, drawing me back down to Earth and out of my reminiscence about what we had done on my kitchen table two days ago,
“You’re drooling,” she teases.
My face heats up. “I was just-”
“Craving a fix,” she interrupts, laughing, “Welcome to the support group. I’m pretty addicted to hung Irish guys, too.”
“Addiction makes it sound unhealthy,” I protest, “And the only thing unhealthy about what we’ve been doing is the possibility of dehydration...or chafing.”
Delia snorts. “I don’t know, my sex ed class gave me all kinds of nightmares about the “unhealthy” possibilities of sex,” she joked.
“True, but at least that makes the embarrassment of buying the economy sized box of condoms worth it, right?” I say with a shrug. “You know, maybe there’s some kind of place online we could order more in bulk,” I muse, “We could make a wholesale order or something and split it.”
Delia laughs, but her face turns bright red.
“Yeah, maybe…” she hedges.
The discussion is cut off by Rowan and Keenan bursting in the door, sweaty but cheerful from their work outside. Keenan bends to kiss Delia and she stops him.
“Don’t, you’ll get sick,” she protests, but he pushes her hand aside and kisses her anyway.
It warms my heart, but I make my way to my feet. “Well, boys, if you’re taking over the babysitting, I’m gonna head home,” I say, shooting Delia a mocking smile.
She glares at me and Keenan snickers. Rowan smiles.
“See you later, Lucy. And since you’ll undoubtedly see him before I do, tell the guys that Gina is coming by tomorrow to meet with all of us to kind of get up to date,” Rowan tells me, a smug glimmer in his eye.
I blush a little. I hadn’t expressly said anything to Rowan or Keenan, but I imagine Delia filled them in, and for all I know, they’ve gotten a dose of locker room talk from their cousins. “Will do,” I tell him, before giving Delia a hug and making my way home.
My heart sinks when I see Lance’s car in the driveway when I get home.
Damn it, he got home early.
I resign myself to the c
ontact and slip into the house. To my surprise, none of the dogs come up to me and I sigh in annoyance. Lance must have shut them all outside again. I hear his voice from the kitchen and assume he’s on the phone, until another voice replies.
Who the fuck does he have in my house? I wonder.
I shut the door as quietly as possible behind me and tiptoe closer. I’m surprised to discover that this second voice is tinged with an Irish lilt like that of the O’Learys. I peek carefully around the corner, and the man I see definitely doesn’t look like the O’Learys.
The man is squat and ugly, with a toad-like face and beady eyes. I tuck myself back out of sight to listen.
“It doesn’t matter, boy, even that idiot judge can’t make you sell that land, no matter what those harlots say,” the toad man says, “And if you won’t give them what they want, she’ll eventually give up and sign the whole place over to you.”
Wait, was he calling me a harlot? Who the fuck does he think he is?
I’m bristling and almost want to go in swinging, but I decide to listen longer and see what I can learn.
“I don’t know if it’s that simple, Brogan,” my brother hedges, “The court here is a joke.”
“You’re telling me,” the other man growls, “My sons managed to sabotage my case, and because of them, I lost my wife’s ranch to a bunch of deviants.”
That’s when it hits me. This man is Brogan O’Leary, the asshole who came in and tried to take Rowan and Keenan’s place out from under them after their aunt Molly passed away and left it to them.
He had tried to insist that because he had never officially signed the divorce papers, he was still entitled to everything of his ex-wife’s, but fortunately, Molly’s will had stood firm at the hand of our local judge and the Donoghue brothers and Delia were off living happily ever after in the place.
Delia had explained to me how the O’Learys had won the case in their favor, by outlining their father’s insane behavior.
But she had also said that he wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near here. He had tried to drag their relationship out in the courtroom to try and make them look bad, and in trying to collect evidence of that, he’d stalked Delia and the brothers are their home and taken pictures without their knowledge. Because of that, they’d been granted a very generous restraining order once the case was won.
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