“Of course not. I know better than to listen to them.”
Seamus lifts an eyebrow at my little jab, but doesn’t respond.
“Well, I guess we’ll show you to where we’re going to be working today,” Barry says, matching my forced brightness with his own.
The two of them walk with me over to where the workmen are already pounding away, accompanied by Rowan and all of the Bryne brothers.
They turn to look when we approach and I feel a smug sense of satisfaction as I watch the jaws of Noah, Conor, and Flynn drop to their chests. Neil opts for eyebrows shooting halfway up to space. I have to bite the inside of my lip, hard, to keep myself from smirking.
“So where can I help?” I ask Barry, loudly enough for the others to hear.
“Well, the Byrnes could use more people on their team over there,” he says, and I see a glint of amusement in his eyes.
While I desperately want to request another task, any other task, I force a smile.
“Sure, I can jump on in!”
I move over to where they are, and, choking on my pride, I ask, “So, can you guys show me what we’re doing here?”
The expression on their faces is unfamiliar, their usual annoyance at my existence replaced with something I would almost call approval. It’s begrudging, if anything, but as they begin to instruct me, there’s definitely an air of respect that I’ve never gotten from them before. So, at least I have that going for me, and it helps cheer me up.
Chapter Four
Conor
I can’t believe the Ice Princess actually showed up. And her usual prissy look has been replaced by jeans and boots. I’d never admit it to her, but I’m a little impressed. Seems she took what we said to heart. As we teach her the ropes and she jumps into the work, I’m even more impressed.
She learns quickly, and dives in with both feet, no hesitation or complaining, just a question or two to make sure she’s on the right track.
Just as we’re getting into a rhythm, however, we’re interrupted by a new voice booming behind us.
I turn to look and see a pair of squat, ugly men in ugly, ill-fitting suits, and the one on the left is the one speaking.
“You’re wasting your time here, kids,” he calls out to us.
The work halts, with all eyes on these two strangers.
“Can we help you, gentlemen?” Barry asks.
“You could, actually,” the other man speaks, “You could give up your pointless little venture here and save yourselves a lot of trouble.”
“What the hell do you mean by that?” Seamus asks, bristling.
“Well, you see, my brother Virgil and I are opening a dude ranch of our own, and once ours opens, yours won’t stand a chance,” the first man says.
These must be the competitors that Delia and the Donoghues discovered.
“So what do you care if we’re just wasting our time?” Rowan asks coolly, “Doesn’t matter to you, now, does it?”
“We were just bein’ neighborly and giving you the chance to back down before it’s too late,” Virgil says.
His slimy smile doesn’t reach his eyes, which remain narrowed at all of us.
“Well, thanks for the heads-up, neighbor,” Gina drawls, folding her arms over her chest, “But we’re just going to keep on doin’ what we’re doin’. So hey, a few months from now, you come on back and go on and on about how you told us so, ok?”
She smiles sweetly even as each word drips with sarcasm, and for a split second, I think I might actually like her.
“Excuse me, sweetie, the men are having a serious discussion,” Not-Virgil says.
Barry has to physically grab Gina to keep her from lunging at the asshole.
“Our discussion is over,” Rowan says, his voice tight with anger, “And I’m going to have to ask you gentlemen to get off our property.”
“Don’t say we didn’t warn you,” Virgil says, “Come on, Earl.”
The two finally leave, and a heavy silence weighs over all of us, until I hear Gina mutter “Fucking pricks” under her breath and I can’t help but snicker. It’s kind of refreshing to hear her swear, for some reason.
Plus, I’m actually kind of impressed that she’s here. I don’t know what she did with her jewelry shop, but either way, she actually bothered to show up, and she’s diving into the work without a second thought.
Maybe there’s actually more to her than the shrewd Ice Princess I’ve come to expect.
And as she turns back to her task, I can’t help but notice how fucking good her ass looks in the jeans she’s wearing. She’s got a fantastic figure, and I can’t help but wonder if we could pull that stick out of her ass and replace it with my nice thick cock.
Might make her a little easier to be around. I’m sure Miss Priss here hasn’t been laid in a while, if ever, so maybe a good dicking would help her relax and bring out this more likeable side of her more often.
She bends over and I can just picture it. Fucking her from behind. Bending her over right here, wrapping my fist in those dark curls..
My mind fully embraces the fantasy, and in my head, I can see everyone else melt away. Gina saunters over to me, amd without speaking, she drops to her knees, those dainty, perfectly manicured fingers making quick work of my belt and zipper. She draws my cock out of my pants and I watch as she looks it over appreciatively.
Those full pink lips that make me roll my eyes every time she opens them have a different effect this time around. She parts her lips and wraps them around the head of my cock and I let out a groan, tangling my fingers in her hair as her head begins to bob up and down.
And at least in my fantasy, this girl knows how to handle a cock. She sucks me off with a skill I’d never have expected, since she comes off so frigid.
“Hey,” Noah nudges me, “You ok, man?”
I snap out of the fantasy.
“Hmm? Yeah, I’m good.”
I force myself to tuck the fantasy away for now and revisit it later. For now, I get to work.
It seems like an eternity before I finally have a few minutes to myself, with everyone heading home to change so we can all go into town for dinner. I hang out in my room for a bit to relax, away from everyone else and with the time to delve back into my fantasy. I tug my dick out of my boxers and wrap my hand around the shaft, stroking it slowly as I fall back into the scene.
Back in my head, Fantasy Gina’s back on her knees, sucking me off with all she’s got, gazing up at me with those warm brown eyes. I grip her hair and tug her to her feet before spinning her around. She gasps, pressing her hands against the wall as I wriggle those jeans down her hips, revealing silky black panties over that perfect, round ass.
Her breath comes faster, looking over her shoulder at me with blazing need, and when I tug down those panties, I’m pleased to see that her pussy is absolutely dripping for me. I slip my fingers between her soaked folds and she moans. I continue to stroke her slit , and when my fingers brush her clit, she cries out, grinding down against my fingers.
With a smirk, I continue to tease her clit, my other hand slipping up her t-shirt and pushing her bra out of the way so I can play with her nipple.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, and it spurs me on.
I push a finger into her pussy and she cries out again. I pump it in and out of her while I circle her clit with another finger. She’s quivering under my touch, panting, moaning, and gasping as my fingers pleasure her.
I can feel her body starting to tense as she nears an orgasm and I suddenly remove my fingers.
“No,” she begs, turning slightly to look at me, “Don’t stop.”
But I tug off her shirt and bra, shove her back down to her bent-over position, and place the head of my cock at her entrance. Her breaths are short and fast, and I can practically feel the primal need coming off of her in waves.
“Please,” she whispers.
I slam my cock into the hot, tight clench of her pussy and she screams, clawing at the wall for purc
hase as I start to rail her. My hands snake around her to cup those huge, bouncing tits, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers.
“Ooooohhhhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cries out and the fact that I’m making her scream like this almost makes me cum on the spot.
But I resist, wanting to draw this out and fuck her good and rough. I can’t settle on where I want to look, either, between her ass bouncing against me with every thrust of my hips, the glimpses of her bouncing tits I can see, or the intense look of pleasure on her face when she turns to glance at me.
Fuck, how did I not realize sooner how fucking hot she is?
“Don’t stop,” Fantasy Gina pleads, “Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna cum.”
Her voice is breathless and desperate, and while a twisted part of me wants to stop and really make her beg, I decide to give her what she needs.
One of my hands slides down her body and ventures between her legs to tease her clit with my fingers while the other continues to tease her nipple and my cock rams into her pussy.
“Yes, just like that,” she mewls, “I’m so close, fuck!”
Those tight, wet walls clamp down around me as Gina rides my cock over the crest of her pleasure, and that sensation, combined with her shriek of ecstasy, sets me over the edge.
I spill my load, and open my eyes, returning to the real world, my hand and my boxers spattered with my release. Still reeling, I take a few minutes to catch my breath and come down, my mind a whirlwind of stray thoughts and strange emotions.
Finally, I get up and clean myself off , tossing the boxers into my hamper and hopping into the shower.
I begin to wonder if maybe I should act on my snarky thoughts from earlier, and try and get Gina in the sack. If she’s half as wild as her fantasy counterpart, I could show her the time of her life.
Chapter Five
Gina
I’m exhausted, down to my bones, as I drag myself out of my car at the restaurant. I’d gone home and changed into a flowy tunic top and a pair of leggings. A sneaky outfit that looks nice, but feels like PJs.
I had dived into every task the Byrnes threw at me at the construction site today, and I was sore in places I didn’t know it was possible to be sore in. But I was fucking proud of myself. I’d handled everything they’d sent my way, and as we’d left the construction site for the day, I’d seen a spark of respect in their eyes.
And maybe something... more?
No, that’s a silly thought. The four of them hate me, there’s no way any of them was looking at me with any kind of desire.
And why would I want them to? I don’t like them, either. They’re jerks.
Even if the banter between them as they worked had been hilarious. Even if Neil’s singing voice as he sang along to the radio they played had nearly made me melt. Even if the sight of them rolling cold water bottles over their bare chests was enough to make me wet…
Fuck!
I drag myself out of my head. I don’t actually want to fuck them. Any of them.. I’m just tired. That’s all there is to it. And since I don’t date, needless to say, I don’t get laid. Not that I’m still keeping track of how long it’s been four years, seven months, and nineteen days later. So throwing four drool-worthy, gorgeous guys at me is like throwing meat at a hungry wolf. Of course I’d want a taste.
But I remind myself that, A: They’re assholes, and B: This wolf is a vegetarian now, staying far, far away from that tasty meat.
At least I’ll keep telling myself that.
I make my way into the restaurant, looking around to see if anyone beat me here. To my surprise, it looks like I’m the last one here. So I force any trace of a limp out of my step and force myself to the table. The only open seat is between Conor and Flynn, with Noah and Neil sitting across the table.
A glance at Delia’s face tells me she did this on purpose. And when I glare at her and she quickly hides a grin behind her hand, my suspicion is confirmed.
I swear, when you’re not pregnant anymore, I’m going to kick your ass, Del, I think.
I take my seat and the tension in the little circle is so thick it’s almost hard to breathe. Although I notice something. That look I saw in their eyes earlier, it’s still there. Their gaze on me is hungry, and makes me shiver.
There’s a glass of water in front of me and I grab it and take a long drink, the cold water soothing the sudden heat that’s crept into my skin.
“So, I think we made some good progress today,” Flynn says finally.
I let my gaze flit over to him.
“It’s coming along faster than I expected,” I agree, “and it looks great.”
“You did a good job today,” Rowan tells me with a friendly smile.
And to my shock, all four Byrne brothers nod in agreement. It feels a little like getting that golden buzzer thing on that singing show. But I try not to show my pleasure at their approval and I simply shrug.
“Thanks.”
With the ice broken, our little circle of tension eases, and we all delve into conversations with each other and everyone else at the table. And for once, the Byrne brothers and I don’t argue.
And to my surprise, when they relax a little and stop being so defensive around me, they’re kind of funny, and I find myself a little charmed. I wonder what I have to do to keep these more pleasant versions of the quartet around.
The food is delicious, which brings yet another pleasant layer to the evening and draws us all even closer in a comfortable, companionable cluster.
I even make the Byrnes laugh, once or twice.
I actually let myself get my hopes up that the evening is going to continue like this, smooth, and pleasant, but since things with them can never just be that easy, the Byrnes manage to spoil it in an instant.
As we’re finishing dinner, Conor looks at me.
“So, how’d it feel to get your hands dirty for a change?”
I feel a bristle of annoyance at the comment. He makes it sound like I’ve never lifted a finger in my life. Admittedly, my usual work isn’t quite as physical, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t challenging. And between sharp tools and hot metal, making my own jewelry isn’t exactly sunshine and daisies.
But I plaster on a poker face and shrug.
“Just another day of work,” I say coolly.
Flynn chuckles.
“I mean, sort of. But there’s a difference between swinging a hammer and playing with jewelry.”
I grit my teeth, my good mood rapidly evaporating.
“I’m not exactly just putting some “Made in China” factory junk into a display case. I hand make each and every piece of that jewelry.”
“It can’t be that hard,” Noah says.
“Why don’t you all come see for yourself?” I snap. “I’ll be at the shop all day Saturday. Come by and see how easy it is.”
I get to my feet, slapping down more than enough cash to cover my portion of the bill.
“Night, guys,” I say to the general group, keeping my gaze on anyone but the brothers.
I’m not sure if I’m avoiding their gazes because I’m afraid of losing control of my temper, or if I’m afraid I might lose control of my panties.
I make my way home and settle into the couch, flipping through the channels, but to my annoyance, everything on at the moment seems to be sappy and romantic.
I finally end up settling on some kitchen show, soothed by watching Gordon Ramsay calling someone a “fucking donut.”
Kal joins me on the couch and stretches across my legs and I smile, scratching behind his ears.
“You’re all the guy I need in my life, huh, Superman?” I ask him.
He purrs in response.
Despite my tough words, I’m still thinking about the Byrne brothers when I’m lying in my bed later. Sure, things ended on a sour note tonight, but for the most part, I’d actually had a pretty nice time earlier. It was kind of pleasant to be around them when they let their shields down a bit.
; And I couldn’t stop thinking about the sight of the four of them working shirtless. They all had incredible bodies that looked like they belonged in museums, and the eye candy alone was enough of a lure to make me show up tomorrow.
Which annoys me. I’ve never been so attracted to anyone, let alone four men at once, despite the fact that I can’t stand them.
Chapter Six
Neil
The next morning when we arrive at the build site for the ranch, Gina’s beaten us here. She’s working beside Keenan, looking even hotter than she did yesterday in a pair of jean shorts that highlight her long, curvy legs and a t-shirt stretched tight over her tits.
She glances over at us, wiping sweat from her brow, and plasters a smile on her face.
“Morning, boys,” she says, sweetly.
I know her showing up early and diving into the hard work is a passive-aggressive move on her part, but I have to be honest, it’s kind of a turn on. I honestly don’t find her nearly as irritating as my brothers do, but it’s still a weird shift to be so attracted to her.
“Morning, Gina,” I offer her a genuine smile in return and she blinks in surprise.
When she turns back to her work, I notice that I’m not the only one staring at her ass. Hell, I’m normally not an ass man, but there’s just something incredibly enticing about hers.
And later that afternoon, when everyone’s sitting around for a lunch break, my eyes feel like they’re glued to her chest. Her tits are incredible, huge, but perky, and all I can think about is what they look like under her top.
Seeing her loosen up a little is hot, too. That’s the biggest thing my brothers hate about her, her being uptight. They call her an ice queen and seem to think she’s frigid, and I can see why. The carefully manicured hands, immaculate hair and makeup, and those prissy little pencil skirts she wears are kind of attractive in their way, but they definitely give the impression that she’s got a massive pole up her ass.
Although I wouldn’t mind driving a different kind of pole up her ass.
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