And now he was sitting in my kitchen with my brother. I felt more than a little sick. Was this the real reason behind my brother not wanting to sell the land? Brogan pulling puppet strings to fuck his sons over after they foiled his plan?
I whip out my phone and text the chat I have with Barry, Cillian, and Seamus:
I need to see you three tomorrow morning. It’s about the land. Bring your cousins and Delia.
I realize my phone is on full volume and silence it swiftly to avoid being the stupid girl in the movie who gets caught when her phone goes off. And I’m incredibly grateful I did when I get a message back from Barry.
We’re all meeting with Gina and the Byrnes at 10:30, why don’t you join us? Is everything ok?
I smile a little at his concern, but I’m not looking forward to having to tell him that his father might be behind the snag in their plans right now.
I type out:
Yes, it’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.
I don’t know that it really is fine, but I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.
Chapter Eleven
Barry
I haven’t been able to calm my racing thoughts all night. I know Lucy said everything was okay, but even that text was too cool, coming from her. Something was up, and I was going crazy wondering what it might be.
She had specified it was about the resort, about the land, so at least that alleviated my worries that she was reconsidering our relationship. But what update could she have on the land that would change anything? Weren’t we still just stuck in the same place, with her brother refusing to budge?
So wondering what she could possibly have to tell us has been eating at me. I glance at the clock for the millionth time. It’s finally ten fifteen, so the others could show up at any minute. I’m not sure how comfortable a dozen people will be crammed into our living room, but I guess we’ll make it work.
Cillian is actually up and appears to be alert, to my surprise, and Seamus is sitting in the armchair peeling the label off a bottle of water. Worry is etched onto both of their faces, and I imagine mine can’t look much better.
A knock sounds at the door and all three of us spring up.
“I’ll, uh...I’ll get that,” I tell them, before going to the door and swinging it wide. I’m hoping for Lucy, but instead I’m met with the faces of our cousins and Delia, and I can see Gina pulling up to the house just behind.
They’re here for what they thought was a normal chat about the business plans, we haven’t told them about the message from Lucy. Delia frowns when she sees my face.
“Barry, you look awful, is everything ok?”
“It’s fine, guys, come on in,” I tell her.
The three of them step inside, followed by Gina, and Delia’s frown deepens when she looks at Cillian and Seamus.
“You guys all look terrible. What’s going on?”
“Lucy sent us a text, and it kinda sounds like there’s some kind of new development with her land,” Cillian explains, “She’s going to join us here for the meeting and tell us about it.”
Another knock at the door sounds and I answer it, this time to the Byrne brothers. They crowd in with us, and at ten twenty-five, we finally get the third knock that heralds Lucy’s arrival. When I open the door to see her face, I’m relieved to see the light that flickers into her eyes when she lays her gaze on me.
She stands on tiptoe to kiss me and I pull her close, relieved by the normalcy of her behavior. The dark circles under her eyes tell me that something’s bothering her, too, but at least things between us remain unaffected.
“Hey, baby,” Cillian says as he approaches, slipping her from my arms into his own and kissing her, “What’s this “we have to talk” shit all about?”
“It’s Lance,” she says with a sigh, “Come on, I might as well tell all of you at once.”
She leads us into the living room.
“So there might be more to my brother’s refusal than I thought,” she begins, “Last night when I got home, there was someone else in the house, and I overheard them talking about it.”
She looks at me, Cillian, and Seamus and sighs.
“Guys, I’m so sorry, but Lance apparently isn’t the only one standing in your way. Your father is helping him.”
With the noise that explodes in the room, Lucy may as well have just set off a bomb. The Byrne brothers and I are the only ones stunned into silence by the news, everyone else is yelling furiously, and the names my brothers call our dad are enough to make a sailor blush.
“I’m so sorry,” Lucy says again when the noise has died down, “I don’t know what the two of them are planning, but he said, and I quote: “Even that idiot judge can’t make you sell that land, no matter what those harlots say, and if you won’t give them what they want, she’ll eventually give up and sign the whole place over to you.”
Delia rolls her eyes. “Is any woman he ever meets not a “harlot” in his eyes?” she asks.
“Not really,” Cillian says.
“I heard them say something about the zoning,” Lucy continues, “But it was as Brogan was leaving, so I had to hide so they didn’t realize I was eavesdropping.”
The entire room is silent for a moment as we let it all sink in.
“You know,” Gina says, “Maybe that’s where you guys should start, applying for the zoning changes,” she suggests, “It would show that you have intentions to use the land, whereas your brother has just been sitting on it all these years. He hasn’t even been living there, so I feel like they have to be able to do something that keeps him from just holding it hostage.”
It’s a valid point.
“Won’t that just make us look like we’re trying to sneak around trying to get the land out from under him?” Lucy asks, looking worried.
“It could be interpreted that way,” Delia admits, “But I think Gina’s right. I think it shows that we’re just trying to take the steps in case, you know? We’re thinking ahead, and showing that we want to put it to use. And I think Judge Brown will see that and take it into consideration, just like he did for us.”
“Are you sure you’ll get the same judge?” Conor asks.
“We have a fifty-fifty chance,” Delia says with a shrug.
“I’ll bet on those odds,” Cillian says, “And even if we don’t, I think we have a decent case either way.”
The relief that washes over Lucy is palpable. The support of all the people in the room has brightened her spirits, and I feel mine lift with it. Seamus pulls her down onto his lap and kisses her.
“We’ll figure something out, love,” he says, “We’ve got your back.”
She snuggles into him.
“Well, y’all made my mountain into a molehill,” she says, laughing, “So I guess you guys can move on to whatever you needed to talk about to begin with.”
The conversation shifts into more optimistic discussion. With the help of Gina and the Byrne brothers investing, it’s going to be far easier to make this resort into everything we want it to be.
Although I notice a definite tension between the Byrnes and Gina. She scoffs at a number of their ideas and they shoot down several of her suggestions, and the annoyance between the four seems to be building.
While that tension sets me a little on edge, I notice that Lucy and Delia exchange a sneaky little smile every single time any of the four snap at each other. It makes me wonder what kind of weird girl shit they’ve got going on and I make a mental note to ask Lucy later.
But beyond that, our plans flow pretty smoothly, and despite the lingering threat of our father’s interference and the puppet strings he’s tied to Lucy’s brother, it feels like things are falling into place.
After a while, I wrestle Lucy away from Seamus and pull her into my own lap, kissing her and slipping my hand below the back of her shirt, running my thumb along the soft skin at the small of her back and making her shiver.
She grinds her ass against my swelling erection under the guise o
f adjusting herself, a tiny hint of a smirk the only thing betraying the fact that she knows exactly what she’s doing.
With a glance around the room to verify that no one is paying attention, I slip my hand down the back of her jeans and squeeze her ass. She lets out a little gasp that she’s quick to cover with a cough.
“Can’t wait to wrap this up and get you upstairs,” I murmur into her ear.
She shivers and bites her lip.
“Promise?” she whispers.
I grin. “Of course. I’m a generous soul, wouldn’t leave you wanting,” I tell her.
She reaches down and gives my cock a gentle squeeze, her eyes burning into mine. I can’t help it, I yank her face to mine and crush my lips against hers in a fierce kiss that makes her claw at my flesh desperately.
I lose myself in the heat of her soft mouth, blood surging to my dick. Fuck, I want her right fucking now.But suddenly I notice a silence has fallen around us and I just hear Delia’s voice ring out: “Bow-chicka-wow-wow!”
Lucy pulls back from me and her face glows crimson.
“Sorry,” she mumbles sheepishly.
“I think that’s our cue to get out of here,” Delia teases, getting to her feet.
“You guys don’t have to-” Lucy starts to protest.
“Oh, dear, I think I left the curling iron on, I should go home, too,” Gina joins in the teasing.
“Jerks,” Lucy mutters, laughing.
Rowan and Keenan follow Delia out, waving, and head out. The Byrnes come over with smirks on their faces.
“Nice to meet you, Lucy,” they say.
She blushes bright red, embarrassed about introducing herself while sitting across my lap with my cock pressed against her ass.
“Nice to meet you guys, too,” she mumbles.
Chapter Twelve
Seamus
The others finally make their way out and we have our place to ourselves. Just us and our girl, and we don’t even make it up the stairs before clothes come flying off.
There’s a trail of clothes all the way up the stairs. And at the top of the stairs, Lucy immediately drops to her knees and takes my cock between her lips while Cillian and Barry shed their boxers.
I bury my fingers in her thick blonde hair as her head bobs along my shaft, her tongue swirling around my dick in indiscernible patterns. “Can’t we at least get into the bedroom?” Barry laughs.
Pouting, Lucy releases my cock from her mouth with an audible pop!
Cillian swats her ass, making her squeal, and she makes a run for the bedroom. The three of us chase after her and she bounces up onto the bed, propping herself on her knees near the foot of the bed. She crooks her index finger at me in a “come hither” gesture and draws me over.
The second I’m within reach, she bends over the edge of the bed, her ass up in the air, and wraps her lips around my cock again. I dig my fingers into her hair, thrusting into her mouth. Lucy bobs her head lower, meeting my thrusts and taking me deeper down her throat.
Cillian and Barry wrap up in condoms and I hear the opening of a drawer. The two of them get up on the bed and I see the bottle of lube in Cillian’s hand. I glance down at Lucy and meet her eyes, and the ravenous desire in her expression is almost enough to make me come on the spot.
But I take a deep breath and push through, not ready for the fun to be over just yet. I watch as Barry teases her pussy and Cillian dribbles lube onto her ass. I can feel her trembling in excited anticipation, and I can feel the hum in her throat from her moans and whimpers reverberating through my shaft.
A few seconds later, she gasps, nearly choking on my cock, and I look up to see that Cillian is slipping his fingers into her ass. Barry continues to finger-fuck her and play with her clit, and soon the combined sensations have her moaning and wriggling in pleasure, and her head bobs faster and faster on my dick.
I reach out to fondle her tits, her nipples rock-hard beneath my fingers. I roll the tender buds between my thumb and index finger and her moans get louder, buzzing through my cock as she swallows my cock to the hilt.
She rock’s back on Barry and Cillian’s hands, taking their fingers deeper into her tight little holes. Her face is awash in pure ecstasy, and I can see her body quaking as an orgasm rises through her. I close my eyes and suck in a sharp breath, trying to draw out my pleasure once more.
Barry and Cillian position themselves behind her in some sort of leapfrog position so they can fill her up. Her eyes roll back in her head as they begin the long, slow slide into her holes.
And together, the three of us fuck all three of her holes, making her moan and writhe in pleasure, and I watch as another orgasm overtakes her after just a few moments. I can’t hold out much longer, the sweet little movements of her tongue and the suction of those full pink lips is driving me wild.
I finally lose it and fill her mouth with my seed, and she gulps it down eagerly. When my cock is out of her mouth, her cries of pleasure as my brothers fuck her are no longer muffled, and they echo through the room in a sweet melody of bliss.
My drained cock continues to throb in pleasure, the buzz from my orgasm lingering, and I kneel down on the floor to get into a better position to suck on her nipples.
My tongue swirls around the rock-hard bud and she whimpers, clutching my head to her breast in a wordless plea to keep doing it.
And it would be cruel to leave her other nipple wanting, so I reach out and tease and pinch the sensitive flesh. Lucy gasps and moans and whimpers as my brothers pound her, hard, and as I suck on her nipple, I have to hold her breast in place to keep it from swaying and slapping me in all the motion.
“Oooooh, fuck,” she gasps, “You all make me feel so fucking good, don’t stop, please.”
“Never, baby,” I hear Barry growl.
I nip at the delicate bud between my teeth and Lucy cries out.
“Fuck!”
My cock twitches, already stirring and aching for her again. I want to bury myself deep into her warm, velvet pussy, but I content myself playing with her tits while I await my turn. And based on the rough groans I hear from Barry and Cillian, my turn is coming fast.
Cillian shouts out in ecstasy when he finishes, and Lucy whimpers and grips my hair tighter. Cillian pulls out and disentangles himself so he can go dispose of his condom.
Flesh slaps loudly against flesh as Barry takes advantage of his newfound space and rails Lucy even harder, making her scream in pleasure and need. When Barry’s hips snap against hers and he lets out a stream of dirty talk to her as he grips her ass, hard, and shoots his load.
He pulls out and I grab a condom to take his place. Panting, Lucy turns over onto her back and I roll on the rubber before parting her thighs. Her soft skin is damp with sweat, and her pussy is dripping, eager and waiting for my cock.
I slide into her and she moans, coiling her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, kissing me hard. I can still taste the lingering salt of my arousal and it turns me on all over again that she swallowed it down so desperately.
I thrust deep into her tight, wet heat, and every thrust draws a cry from her, and I can feel the walls of her pussy pulsing around my shaft as fiery pleasure makes her squirm. She pulls her lips from mine, brushing kisses along my jaw until her lips brush a spot below my ear.
“Harder,” she whispers into my ear, “Please, baby, fuck me harder.”
And who am I not to oblige such a sweet plea?
I slam my hips into hers, driving my cock fully into her and making her scream in pleasure as her eyes roll back. The sight unlocks something primal in me and I pin her arms over her head and pound her pussy harder and harder.
It doesn’t take long before I feel her walls clamp down around my cock like a vice and she screams my name as an orgasm rips violently through her.
But my raging need to come again hasn’t yet been sated, and I mercilessly continue to fucking rail her. She clings to me, and her ragged breath stirs the hair by my ear.
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��Fuck, you guys fuck me so good,” she moans, “I love your cocks, I love the way you make me come again and again.”
“I want you to come all over my cock again, baby,” I tell her, gazing down into those beautiful eyes, glazed over with lust.
“Come with me,” she begs, and I nod.
She lets her head fall back, arching her back and driving my cock even deeper inside her with every snap of my hips. The pressure of an orgasm draws near, and I can tell by the throbbing of her walls around me that she’s about to climax, too.
“Come for me, Lucy,” I rasp.
She whimpers, her nails digging into my skin as the tidal wave of pleasure washes over her, and I kiss her roughly as I shoot my load into the condom, the orgasm hitting me so hard it knocks the breath out of my chest.
I collapse beside her, yanking off the condom and tossing it into the trash can by the bed. Barry lays beside her and tugs her into his arms, and she snuggles up to him, catching her breath. I run my fingertips down her back as I lay on my own, staring at the ceiling. Cillian sits at the end of the bed, with her legs across his lap, stroking the soft skin of her bare legs.
“I love you three,” Lucy says quietly after a while.
“Love you, too,” I murmur, rolling over to kiss her bare shoulder.
“Same here,” Cillian agrees, smiling.
“Love you, Lucy,” Barry murmurs, kissing her lips.
And the four of us stay like that for a while, basking in contented quiet and enjoying the presence of each other’s company.
Chapter Thirteen
Cillian
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