The orgasm that slams into me like a physical force makes me see stars. My whole body tingles and I go limp, my heart pounding in my ears. A few moments later, I feel the last ragged thrusts and hear Conor’s grunts of release.
My body feels wrung out, exhausted, but I’ve never felt so sated and relaxed. I feel the four of them pull me close, and I feel their heartbeats on my skin, but I can’t muster the energy to move or open my eyelids.
So there, on the floor of the barn, I relax in a pile of Irishmen, all of us sweaty and filthy. A sense of peace washes over me and I drift into the blackness.
I wake up to the sound of crickets, and though it takes tremendous effort, I manage to open my eyes. It takes me a moment to figure out where I am and whose bodies I’m entangled with, and when the soreness in my body reminds me of exactly what I had done, and I’m suddenly wracked with fear.
I carefully disentangle myself and scrabble on the dark dirt for my clothes. My shorts, bra, and shirt are easy to find, but I can’t seem to track down my panties. Eventually, I give up, wriggling commando into my shorts and gathering up the rest of my stuff.
I glance back at the pile of sleeping men and feel a momentary pang of guilt, but the panic outweighs it and I slip outside, the cool evening air chilling the sweat on my skin and making me shiver. I race silently through the grass to my car.
When I turn the key in the engine, I wince at the sound and pray that the Byrnes are hard sleepers.
Is it cowardly of me to run like this?
Of course it is. And part of me isn’t fully sure why I’m doing it. I just had the most incredible sex of my life with four unspeakably gorgeous men, and I’m running like a scared rabbit.
Maybe I can get away with things, just like this. Get away with one afternoon of bliss and then just move on with our lives.
The thought makes a lump form in my throat, though. While I may have gotten some of the physical itch out of my system, for now at least, I’m still drawn to them.
As I drive home, I’m at war with myself. Part of me wants to turn around and go back, but I just can’t. I tell myself again that this was just a physical fling and nothing more.
I’ve been single, and celibate, a long time, and seeing all of my girlfriends get involved in these multi-man combo platters just got to me, that’s all. Nothing else has changed. I had a moment of weakness, but I don’t have to let that turn into something worse.
Tears sting my eyes and I grit my teeth, blinking them away quickly. I may have given in and trusted them with my body, but I’ll be damned if I trust anyone with my heart, ever again.
Chapter Eleven
Flynn
When I come around, I realize that night has fallen and the four of us are still naked and sweaty in the barn. Wait-four? I look around, but Gina is nowhere to be seen. I struggle to my feet and look around, blinking in the dim light. All of her stuff is gone, her clothes, everything.
I shake the guys awake, explaining that Gina took off, and the guys look as dejected about it as I do. I notice a scrap of unfamiliar fabric and sweep it up. A small smile crosses my lips.
Gina’s panties.
I tuck them discreetly into my pocket.
“Let’s not assume the worst,” Neil says as he finishes getting dressed, “Maybe she’s just outside or something, or maybe she needed to go find a restroom.”
I nod, finishing up with my own clothes.
“I mean, we did kind of fall asleep in a bunch of dirt, I wouldn’t blame her for wanting to clean up a little,” Noah adds.
I feel some of my tension melt off. They’re right, she’s probably around here somewhere. The four of us finish collecting ourselves before heading out of the barn. We look around for any trace of her, and Conor looks out into the parking lot.
“Her car is gone,” he says quietly.
My spirits fall. She really did just cut and run. We’d gotten a glimpse at the fiery goddess underneath her “Ice Queen” facade, but now it seemed she had gotten spooked and the walls were going back up.
“Well, even if Gina regrets what happened, I don’t,” I say after a while, breaking the long silence.
The others nod in solemn agreement.
“I’d never really thought about sharing a girl with you guys,” Noah admits, “Even with the Donoghues and the O’Learys, I guess I never saw it being a thing for us. I figured maybe someday Neil and I could nail a girl with a thing for twins, but this...this is something else.”
“Was it weird for any of you?” Conor asks.
Everyone exchanges glances, and after a pause, we all shake our heads.
“No, not really. But I think it has more to do with Gina than anything else,” I admit, “I’m not sure it’s something I would do with another woman. But somehow with her, it was ok.”
Conor nods in agreement. “Exactly,” he says, “I had the same thought.”
We’d all been so wrapped up in her, it was easy to forget everything but pleasure and animal need. And in some strange way, she fit in with the four of us. I’d always thought that a partner was supposed to be your other half, someone who completes you like a puzzle, but I’d never stopped to consider that maybe the puzzle might have more than two pieces.
“So where do we go from here?” I ask them.
“Maybe we give her a little space for now,” Noah says, “And tomorrow when we’re here to work again, maybe she’ll have come around.”
“Sounds reasonable,” I agree, even though I’m aching to hunt her down now.
The others nod, and we all trudge to the car. The drive home is quiet, each of us ruminating in our own thoughts.
Gina was something else. I’d always thought she was hot, but it wasn’t until she’d let her guard down a little that I saw her true beauty. The frosty, stuck-up princess turned out to be a fiery vixen with a smile that makes my heart do parkour inside my rib cage.
There’s more to her than I ever dreamed. And I want to know more. I want to find more things that draw out that smile, I want to see what’s behind those walls she’s kept up.
And it didn’t hurt that she’d turned out to be a wild woman in the sheets-er, dirt, as it were. The way she’d moved her body, the way it felt on mine, and the things she’d done with that filthy little mouth of hers...
But there was something deeper than all of that. Something primal, deep inside me, telling me that Gina is mine.
I want more than a fling. I want more than this one amazing moment with her. And the fact that she had run off makes me nervous. I’m not fucking about to let her slip through my fingers.
I find myself wondering if she’d run because she didn’t want to be with all four of us like that after all, like maybe she doesn’t think she’s up to being shared by all of us.
And if that’s the case, is she going to make a choice between us?
I’m not letting Gina get away.
So, if she’s going to choose, she’s choosing me.
Chapter Twelve
Conor
We’re all up and at the job site early the next morning, working out the nervous energy, waiting to see Gina. We haven’t said much to each other beyond basic pleasantries, and it’s clear to me that we’re all very much on edge.
But as the rest of the crew arrives, followed by our friends, our impatience becomes more and more palpable. Finally, Noah breaks. I hear him ask Keenan if he knows where Gina is today, and Keenan nods.
“Yeah, she texted Delia that she wasn’t feeling well, she’s not going to be here today.”
It feels like someone dropped a lead weight in my stomach. I guess the second the hormones wore off, the walls slammed back up and she was back to playing the Ice Queen.
No. I’m not going to let that happen, I think.
I’ve seen the truth, and I’m not playing her little game of cat and mouse anymore. That girl is mine.
Well, maybe not just mine. I can stand to share her with my brothers, though. What I can’t stand is the thought
of letting her get away.
The day drags on like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I bust my ass, throwing myself fully into the work, trying to burn off the ugly emotions churning in my gut. Every time I look at the clock, my mood darkens.
I feel like a caged animal. All I want to do is hunt down Gina and confront her. Or bury my cock in her again. Maybe both. But I’m trying to maintain at least some impression of normalcy, so instead, I bury those feelings.
Finally, mercifully, the clock strikes quitting time. Part of my brain nags that I should wait for the others, but I feel like a bullet fired from a gun, off like a shot to Gina’s, and next thing I know, I’m pounding on her door.
I can hear music playing from within and after a moment, it pauses. A few seconds later, the door opens and Gina opens it slowly. She’s wearing a floral-patterned robe, and if I’m right, it looks like nothing else.
“Conor. Look, now’s not a good time-”
“Don’t give me that crap, Gina,” I say bluntly, “You took off yesterday without a word, then you didn’t show up today, you don’t get to hide forever.”
Anger flashes across her face.
“And you don’t get to show up at my house and harass me just because I bruised your ego,” she shoots back.
“So what, you’re just going to flake out on the dude ranch now?”
Her eyes narrow and her face flushes with fury.
“I never said-” she takes a deep breath and I can practically see her counting to ten to calm down,
I don’t know why I’m antagonizing her like this. It’s more than a little counter-productive, but I can’t stop myself. I’m frustrated, and confused by her actions.
“You’re running scared from us because you bit off more than you could chew, and now you’re going to hide away in your shop and leave the rest of us to do the dirty work. It’s a win-win for you, right?”
“Fuck you, Conor!” Gina snaps, beginning to slam the door in my face.
I catch the door and shove it open, stepping past the threshold, and grab her around the waist. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
She wriggles in my hold.
“What the hell are you-”
I silence her with a kiss. She lets out an indignant squeal and shoves at my chest, but her struggle is pathetically half-hearted and moments later, her arms are coiled around my neck and I can feel her rock-hard nipples pressed against my chest.
I shove her up against the wall and she gasps. My lips venture along her jaw and down her throat and her breath catches.
“You suck, Conor,” she mutters, clearly still annoyed with me, but helpless to the heat between us.
“Only if you ask nicely,” I reply, my breath washing over her skin as I graze her collarbone with my teeth.
“Fuck!” she hisses and gasps.
“Well, I wouldn’t call that “nicely,” but I suppose I could still oblige.”
“Conor, shut the fuck up and fuck me,” Gina growls, clearly tired of my banter and aching with need.
But, once again, my antagonistic nature flares and I can’t resist keeping the commentary running.
“My, my, you’ve got a dirty mouth on you, don’t you?”
She looks up at me, and there’s a sparkle in her eyes, replacing the annoyance. A tiny smirk curls the corner of her lip.
“Yeah. I do. A real dirty mouth,” she slowly slides down to her knees, unbuckling my pants, “Just filthy,” she draws my cock out of my boxers, “I’ll show you just how fucking dirty my mouth can be.”
She’s just about to take my cock between her lips when we’re interrupted by a clearing throat.
I turn to look, suddenly remembering that we left the front door wide open. Fortunately, though, it’s my brothers in the doorway. They all look more than a bit annoyed.
“Room for a few more?” Flynn asks.
His tone is teasing and clearly meant for Gina, but the narrowed eyes are for me. I feel a stab of guilt. They probably thought I was trying to beat them here to snake Gina away all for myself.
I can’t say the idea of having her all to myself, even just for a few hours, is a bad one, but it wasn’t my intention. I just couldn’t stand another fucking minute of waiting and wondering.
I look at Gina. For a moment, some expression I can’t decipher flits across her face. There’s the desire I expect, but there’s also a hesitation I don’t fully understand, a vulnerability.
And for the first time, it makes me wonder about her past.
Why is this stunning woman living all alone in this tiny rural town?
I’ve seen her jewelry, she could easily find success in a big city. Keenan told me that she’d apparently only moved here five or six years ago, and built her shop from the ground up.
But what had she been doing before?
Obviously she had some kind of life before she came here.
“Well,” Gina says finally, “Are you guys going to shut the door and get in here, or not?”
Six eyebrows shoot up, but my brothers are quick to slam the door shut. Gina rises to her feet. “Follow me,” she says, before sauntering through the room and starting down a hallway.
Along the way, she unties the bow around her waist and lets the robe slide. It slips down her shoulders before trickling down the rest of her body and puddling on the floor at her heels, confirming my suspicions. She’s bare under the robe, and even in the dim light in the hallway, her silky skin glows.
I tuck my dick back into my pants as I follow her, with my brothers hot on my trail.
“Don’t think this is over, asshat,” Noah grumbles at me, “You got lucky for now, but we’re still kicking your ass later.”
I shoot him a sheepish grin.
“I swear, I’ll explain.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he punches my arm.
We end up in Gina’s bedroom, and I’m surprised by how immediately at-home it feels. It’s peaceful, painted and decorated in varying shades of blue. Although the navy plaid pattern of the bedspread isn’t the first thing I notice. It’s the size.
“Don’t you live alone?” I ask.
Gina laughs.
“Just me and Kal-El,” she confirms, “But I just kind of figured...why not? If I want to sprawl, I sprawl.” she crawls onto the bed.
It’s a California king mattress, massive and covered in a mountain of pillows. Gina nestles herself in the center, in a little pile of the pillows, and she looks like a queen awaiting her-
“Is there a term for a male concubine?” I ask aloud.
Silence falls for a moment before it’s shattered by Gina’s giggles.
“I never really thought about it, but I don’t think so. I guess consort might be the closest thing?”
“Cockubine?” Noah quips.
Gina doubles over in laughter while the rest of us groan at the awful joke. It’s interesting, joking and playing around in such a heated moment. Seeing Gina go from goddess of temptation to giggling goofball has a weird effect on me, too.
Rather than having a dampening effect on my desire, it feels like it tempers it, melding it with deeper feelings and making it even stronger.
I can’t help myself. I join Gina on the bed and pin her arms above her head, kissing her even as she’s still giggling. As I stretch my body along the length of hers and grind my pelvis between her thighs, her giggles turn to moans.
Keeping her wrists pinned, I trail kisses down her neck and collarbone again, making her breath quicken, until I reach her bare breasts. I glance up at her, and her expression is needy and wild. With my gaze still locked on hers, I flick my tongue out and across her nipple.
Gina whimpers.
“Fuck, Conor…”
“Again with that filthy mouth of yours,” I tease her before taking her nipple between my lips and giving it a hard suck that makes Gina squeal, “I believe you promised to show me just how dirty it can be.”
“I did,” she agrees, “But I kind of can’t when you’ve got me-” she str
uggles to get her wrists free, illustrating her point.
Much as I love having her pinned and helpless beneath me, the temptation of that wicked mouth is more than I can resist. So I let her up and she rolls me onto my back, pulling my dick out of my pants again and kneeling between my legs.
I can hear the rustle of clothing all around me as my brothers strip, but my vision is lost when those soft, warm lips wrap around the head of my cock and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Holy shit,” I hiss, raking my fingers through her dark hair.
I hear the tearing of foil around me as Neil opens a condom and realize that unlike yesterday, I’m not wearing one. Not that Gina has anything to worry about, I’ve always been safe and I know with a hundred percent certainty that I’m clean. So if she’s comfortable with it, so am I.
Her head bobs down the length of my shaft, her tongue exploring and swirling undecipherable patterns on my skin. She suddenly gives my cock an unexpected, hard suck that makes me groan, and when I glance down at her, there’s an impish glimmer in her eyes.
Meanwhile, Neil has gotten into position behind her and I can feel the vibrations of her moans as he starts to tease her pussy with his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet,” I hear him murmur to her.
Even with my cock deep in her throat, the sound of her moan echoes when Neil sinks into her from behind. And the moans get louder when Flynn and Noah join us on the bed and each of them begins fondling a tit, teasing her nipples.
Neil begins to rail her and the rhythm of her bobbing head evaporates. But somehow, the sloppy, wild nature she picks up is even better. It doesn’t take long before her moans get higher in pitch and I can feel the trembling in her body that tells me she’s about to cum.
And I can feel the tremor run through her as she lets out a muffled wail of release.
To my surprise, she releases my dick from my mouth with an audible pop.
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