All Our Luck: Complete Irish Reverse Harem Series

by Roxanne Riley

  “Can we-” she pauses to catch her breath, still panting from her orgasm, “Can we try something?”

  “Of course,” Noah says.

  “Ok,” she directs us, “Flynn, can you sit over here, Conor, over here like this. Noah, lie down here, and Neil, keep doing what you’re doing when I say so.”

  After grabbing something out of a bedside drawer, she straddles Noah and I watch with interest. She’s positioned Flynn and I so she has easy access so suck and jerk us both off, with Noah beneath her and Neil behind her. Her cheeks turn pink. “I want to see if I can take two of you at once,” she admits, a little shyly.

  She reveals the little bottle of lube and a second condom in her hands. Noah takes both from her and rolls the condom on before squirting some lube into his palm.

  He passes it to Neil, the two of them lather themselves up and Noah slides into her from below. Slowly, carefully, Neil resumes his position in her pussy. Her eyes are screwed shut, and I can’t tell if it’s from pain or pleasure as they pack her tight little hole full of their cocks. But when her hips start to roll and her face relaxes, I can practically feel the pleasure rolling off of her in waves.

  Settling into their rhythm, she bends back down and resumes her “oral exam” on my shaft and wraps her talented fingers around Flynn’s dick.

  I close my eyes again, my fingers in her silky hair. Her head bobs up and down along the length of my erection and everything melts away but the pleasure of the wet heat of her mouth on me. With every flick of her tongue and the suction of those soft lips, she draws more and more pleasure out of me.

  I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth. Fuck, I’m already close. I want to draw this out, but it feels too fucking good.

  My hips twitch and it takes a massive amount of self control to keep still and keep from bucking into her mouth. She seems to sense that I’m on the edge, and ups her efforts, her head bobbing faster and faster until I can’t hold back.

  White-hot bliss washes over me and I spill my seed between her lips. She swallows it all down eagerly and licks my cock clean of every last drop, like I’m some kind of treat she’s trying to savor.

  She peers up at me with a devilish grin, and I think that moment is where it hits me. She looks so satisfied with herself at having gotten me off, even while she’s being pounded, but for a moment, everything falls away but my gut reaction to that heavenly smile.

  I think I’m actually in love with this girl.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Gina

  Flynn’s cock is deep in my throat, and Noah and Neil are double-teaming my pussy in true twin fashion. Their perfect unison as they drive into me is strange, almost like I’m being fucked by one truly massive cock. But it feels fucking incredible, so I can’t complain, even if it’s a strange thing to wrap my head around.

  The taste of Conor’s release still lingers on the back of my tongue even as I’m indulging in the salty-sweet flavor of Flynn’s shaft, and Conor amuses himself while his brothers fill me up by lavishing his attention on my tits.

  I roll my hips in time with their thrusts, driving them deeper, and we all fall into a languid rhythm, slow and sensual. It’s different from the ravenous, wild lust from before, with each of us frantically clawing for our own releases. This feels like something else entirely.

  Conor had been right when he’d called me out. I had run scared. I’d had the best sex of my life and let my guard down for the first time since my divorce, and it had scared me. It would be one thing if all I wanted from them was the sex.

  But I want more. I want to laugh with them, and make them laugh. I want to keep annoying them and being annoyed by them. I want to spend late nights talking and lazy mornings making love to them.

  I want everything with them, and that scares me. But I can’t resist them. I’m helpless, caught, under their spell, and when another orgasm rips through me and I feel the flood of heat as Noah cums with me, I wonder if that’s really such a bad thing.

  Neil continues to pound my pussy, not far behind, and it’s only seconds before the slick, salty warmth of Flynn’s release spurts across my tongue. I swallow it down as Neil grips my hips and slams into me, groaning out his climax.

  The five of us all collapse into the mound of pillows on my bed, feeling sated but less wrung out than the day before. But now that the haze of lust has cleared, I feel a twist in my gut, knowing I’m going to have to explain myself. I decide to address the elephant in the room myself, rather than waiting for one of them.

  “I’m sorry about yesterday. Leaving, I mean,” I say, staring at the ceiling, “It was a cowardly thing to do.”

  No one seems to know how to reply, so I continue.

  “I haven’t….” I clear my throat, “Haven’t exactly done much “dating” in a while.”

  Conor snorts.

  “And? Were you worried we thought you were bad at “dating” or something?” he teases me, “Because I promise, we weren’t complaining, right, guys?”

  The others murmur their agreement.

  I chuckle. “No, that’s definitely not the issue, I know I rocked your worlds,” I retort with mock smugness.

  “So, before I moved here from Connecticut, I was married,” I say, figuring I might as well just dive right in, “His name is Lionel, and he sucks. We went to the same prissy prep school with the rest of the trust fund babies, and when we were in high school, we ran in similar circles, so it only seemed natural to start dating.”

  I twist a lock of hair around my finger while I speak. “There were never any real sparks, but I guess I never really expected to get to find someone I really connected with. Again, trust fund baby. So there were certain… parental expectations of me when it came to choosing a partner.”

  All four of the guys wince.

  “Ugh. So it was almost an arranged marriage?” Noah asks.

  I nod.

  “Pretty close. My parents liked him, he came from a good family, all that stupid draconic nonsense. So, I became Regina Elizabeth Rockford, housewife. And it was every bit as pretentious as you’d expect. I handled the household staff, planned the fancy parties, went to tea with the other wives, and kissed up to a bunch of rich, snobby pricks.”

  I sigh.

  “And I thought I was happy. People envied my life, my marriage, my wealth, and I was exactly the kind of stuck-up bitch that you’d expect. I felt like I was on top of the world and I deserved it all. Until the incident at my birthday party.”

  The silence is palpable as the Byrnes wait for me to continue.

  “Lionel had gotten talked into a few rounds of shots with clients, and he was a lightweight, so when he disappeared, I got worried. I went looking for him. I didn’t realize that my sister was also missing…”

  I trail off and the Byrnes piece it together.

  “Ouch,” Flynn mutters.

  “Yeah,” I sigh again, “I found my husband balls-deep in my younger sister. I know this sounds cliche as hell, but I never saw it coming. I mean, like I said, it wasn’t like we had an amazing marriage or anything, but I feel like either way, it hurts.”

  I blink back the sudden sting of tears. I didn’t miss Lionel, hadn’t missed him for a moment, but I’d been willing to sacrifice everything, give up my whole life to be empty-headed arm candy. And I’d been met with betrayal. Whether I loved him or not, that stung.

  “And that was the moment that it really hit me. I hated everything. I hated the stuck-up, prissy people. I hated the stuffy events, and the stupid, tiny portions of food that use fancy ingredients just for the sake of making them more expensive. I hated sitting at home, ordering around maids and butlers. I hated my life. No, I can’t even say that, I had no life.”

  “So how did you end up here? Kind of a long way from home,” Neil says.

  I shake my head.

  “No, it isn’t. This is home. But actually,” I laugh sheepishly, “I threw a dart at this giant antique map in his office and decided I’d go make a life for myself
wherever it landed. I drained my little savings account, and took off. Haven’t talked to either of them since. Or any of my family, actually.”

  Conor nods.

  “Can’t say I blame you. Although obviously catching my brothers with my girl is kind of a moot point.”

  I laugh and kiss him.

  “Yeah. So, that’s my tragic little tale. But I came here and I started making jewelry and opened the shop. And I haven’t missed my old life for a minute. But I’m afraid,” I swallow, tears springing to my eyes once more, “I’m afraid to trust anyone. And I’m afraid that I’m going to do something that ruins this life, and I love it here. I love what I’ve accomplished, and I love the people here, so I haven’t wanted to get involved with a man again, let alone four.”

  I chuckle bitterly as I wipe my eyes.

  “Well, I feel pretty safe speaking for all of us when I say this,” Conor says, reaching down and brushing a tear from my cheek with his thumb, “But we’re never going to do that to you. If you give us a chance to make this work, Gina, I promise you, we will always be honest with you.”

  He looks to his brothers for confirmation and they nod.

  “We’ll do everything we can to make you happy, if you let us,” Neil adds.”

  Now the floodgates really open, happy tears pouring down my face, and I bury my face in my hands, embarrassed.

  “Well, if you’re gonna twist my arm,” I mumble through my fingers, “I guess I have to say yes, don’t I?”

  I hear the chorus of their laughter and feel lips press against mine. I realize after a moment that it’s Flynn, and I’m pleased that I can tell without seeing him. I exchange kisses with all four before leaning back, hands behind my head, and sighing.

  “Delia and Lucy are never going to let me hear the end of this.”

  “No, they are not,” Noah agrees.

  “And you don’t think we’re going to hear from the guys?” Conor asks.

  Flynn and Neil grimace and I laugh.

  “Oh, well, we can deal with all of that tomorrow,” I say, stretching, “But for now, I think I’ve earned a little rest.”

  “Oh, you have, have you?” Flynn raises an eyebrow.

  “Mhmm,” I close my eyes, only half-pretending to drift off, “You four are a handful. You wore me out,” I tease.

  “Well, fine, rest up for now, but don’t think you’re getting off that easy all the time,” Noah says.

  “Oh, I think I’ll get off easy whenever the fuck I want with you four around,” I shoot back playfully, cracking open one eye.

  “Very true,” Noah agrees, his hand sliding up my inner thigh.

  His attempts to rile me up again are interrupted by my cell phone ringing. I blink, puzzled. Who would be calling me at this hour? I reach across the bed and swipe it off the nightstand. Delia’s name flashes on the screen and I answer.

  “Hello?”

  Flynn’s phone starts ringing as well and he gets up to go retrieve it.

  Delia’s voice is thick and sounds choked with tears.

  “Gina, we need everyone down at the ranch site right away.”

  “Of course,” I say, getting up and digging clothes out of drawers.

  The tone of Delia’s voice has goosebumps creeping up on my skin, and Flynn sounds concerned as he responds to whoever he’s talking to.

  “What’s going on, Del, is everything all right?”

  Delia pauses for a long time and takes a deep, shaky breath before answering.

  “There’s been a fire.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Neil

  We can smell the smoke from over a mile away as the five of us ride in silence to the site of the ranch. Despite the fact that the fire’s been put out at this point, the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles still blind us as we’re pulling up.

  I see the cluster of our friends, all of them looking as disheveled as the five of us. Tear streaks stain Lucy’s and Delia’s cheeks, and their husbands look both angry and sad.

  It takes me a moment to gather the nerve to look. And when I do, I wish I hadn’t. Almost half of the north wing has completely collapsed. Fuck, this is going to set us back at least two weeks, if not more.

  Not to mention all the extra money it’s going to cost to get more materials and pay the rest of the crew.

  All of that hard work, gone up in smoke.

  “We can make insurance claims in the morning,” Rowan says, scrubbing a hand over his face, “It might not recoup everything, but it’s something.”

  “Excuse me,” a voice says behind us, “I was told you people are the owners of this property?”

  We turn to look. Behind us is a dark-haired redwood tree of a man, dressed in a cop uniform. I’m over six foot and I still had to look up at the guy. His nametag reads ZUNIGA, and his expression is solemn.

  “Yes, that’s correct,” Rowan says.

  “Well, sir, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you. The fire chief tells me that this fire doesn’t look like an accident.”

  “Wait, what?” I look at him.

  “Yes, he’s still investigating, but when I spoke with him, he sounded quite certain that this is a case of arson.”

  I’d been expecting to hear that there was some electrical problem, which was yet another thing I was worried about fixing, but-

  “Arson?” Lucy’s voice is nearly a whisper, “Who would do that?”

  “Do you even have to ask?” Noah asks with a snarl, “It’s those fucking Sanders brothers.”

  Crimson floods my vision as I’m awash with anger.

  How had I not realized it?

  Of course it was them.

  “The Sanders brothers?” Officer Zuniga asks.

  “Earl and Virgil Sanders,” Delia explains, “They’re building a competing dude ranch over on Maple.”

  “I’m familiar with Earl and Virgil,” Officer Zuniga says drily, “Those two spend more than their fair share of time in the drunk tank. I’ll look into it. None of you have any other enemies I should be aware of?”

  Gina bites her lip, and I can tell she’s thinking of her ex-husband, but I speak up before she can.

  “We’ll come up with a list of names for you and get it to you by tomorrow,” I tell the officer, wrapping an arm around Lucy’s shoulders. “I’m sure you understand, this is a stressful situation and we’re not all thinking clearly. But I’m certain you won’t even need any other names. Once you find the Sanders brothers, I’m sure it’ll be a done deal.”

  Gina shoots me a look of pure gratitude and Officer Zuniga nods.

  “Yes, of course,” he passes around business cards, “And if you think of anything else, this has my office extension and my work cell. I just need to borrow one of you to fill out some paperwork,” he looks over our group.

  “I’ll do it,” Barry says, and follows him back to his car.

  “Well, guess this means we’re going back to court,” Delia sighs.

  Unfortunately, both Delia and Lucy and their husbands have had to deal with the legal system within the last year and a half, due to greedy relatives trying to grab land.

  Lucy cracks a tiny smile.

  “What do you think the chances of getting Judge Brown again are?” she asks. “We’ve had good luck when we were in front of him before with matters having to do with the ranch.”

  Delia breaks into a grin.

  “Still fifty-fifty. If we do, I’m almost worried that he’s gonna scold us for getting into trouble all the time,” she says, laughing, “But I hope we do get him. He’s a good guy.”

  Rowan and Keenan nod in agreement, as do Cillian and Seamus. Barry rejoins us after a few minutes, and the fire chief isn’t far behind him.

  “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, everyone,” the chief says as he approaches, “But this is definitely a clear-cut case of arson.”

  Even though we knew it was coming, the words still hit like a physical blow.

  “Fortunately,” the chief adds, “It was
a poorly done case of arson, so the damage was contained to this area here,” he points to the north wing “And even about half of that should be salvageable. These guys were lazy, only set up one point of ignition, so at least there’s a small silver lining.”

  He’s right. It is a silver lining, even if it’s pencil-thin. I guess if you have to deal with an arsonist, a lazy one is optimal. Probably makes them easier to catch, too. So I try and take the news as a blessing.

  A while later, the chief tells us that it’s safe to enter the building. The dozen of us go in to assess the damage. The fire chief was right, it looks like about half the wing was spared. We might have lost everything if it hadn’t been for a late-night trucker passing through who had spotted the flames and called the fire department.

  Of course, the Sanders had picked the most completed section of the ranch, but the more we look things over, the more our spirits rise. This fire may be a setback, but it’s not the crushing disaster we feared.

  I can’t stop yawning a few hours later, when we’ve finished our walkthrough and finished up with the fire chief and Officer Zuniga. A glance at my watch shows that it’s nearly four in the morning.

  “Well, I think I can let you folks head home and get some sleep now, I think we’ve got it from here,” Officer Zuniga says finally.

  His demeanor had softened over the night, and it seemed we were no longer in the “suspects” column.

  The twelve of us trudge out to our cars in silence. We’re all deeply drained from the roller coaster evening, but Barry stops us before we separate into our groups.

  “Guys, I just want to say something. I know this sucks, and this sets us back and makes things harder, but we’re going to power through it. We’re going to keep putting in the hard work, and we’ve got a great crew to back us up. We’re going to do this. Together.”

  “You’re a fucking cheeseball, Barr,” Noah replies, making us all laugh, “But you’re right. We’ve got this.”

  Delia thrusts her hand in the middle of all of us.

  “Hands in!”