All Our Luck: Complete Irish Reverse Harem Series

by Roxanne Riley

  As they go back into their huddle, it’s clear that the Sanders brothers and their lawyer are having a disagreement, and I’m starting to worry that the deal won’t go through, after all. After a few agonizing moments, their lawyer finally steps to the side and clears his throat.

  “Your Honor, I must state on the record that I am against the whole idea of this offer,” he starts out. “It is not only unorthodox on your behalf to offer it, as you’ve said, but it’s also probably a violation of my duties to allow them to accept it.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Judge Brown says, shrugging. “I hear you. Are you finished covering your cowardly ass for the record yet? Are you ready to get to the point so we can all get out of here? I know you have to be as tired of being appointed to represent these hooligans as I am of seeing them here in my courtroom. We both know the police have solid evidence on them, just as they always do, since your clients seem incapable of pulling off a crime successfully. This is a good deal for them and you know it. Are they going to take it or not?”

  “Yes, Your Honor,” the lawyer says. “Despite my best advice, they agree it’s a good deal and they are going to take it.”

  “Yay!” all of us in the gallery shout, hugging each other and giving each other high fives.

  What a great day this has turned out to be. Not only did we get a fast verdict in the criminal case without having to wait for it to go to trial and be decided by a jury, but we also don’t have to worry about the Sanders brothers and their stupid competing ranch anymore, either.

  “Thank you, Your Honor,” Delia says, as the judge nods at her and smiles.

  And I couldn’t be any more thankful to him, myself.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Gina

  “Put me down, you fucking caveman!” I shriek with laughter as Conor lugs me up the driveway into their place over his shoulder.

  In my struggle to fight as I’m swinging against his back, I land a sharp, open-palm swat square in the middle of his right ass cheek. He yelps and nearly drops me.

  “Brat.”

  “Help!” I call out plaintively, hoping one of the others will show me mercy.

  “Did you hear something, Flynn?” Noah asks.

  “Not a peep, Noah,” Flynn replies cheerfully.

  “Assholes!” I crow, but my words hold no malice, “Neil, please, you’re my only hope,” I try to twist to look at him so I can give him a beseeching expression, “Please, help me.”

  Neil struggles to keep a straight face and ignore me, but he can’t. He caves.

  “Come on, cavewoman,” he teases, and takes me from Conor, setting me on my feet.

  I stagger and stumble for a moment as all the blood drains from my head, and Conor is quick to snake an arm around me and keep me upright. We’re all giddy and goofy, feeling optimistic after our victory in court and with the Sanders off our backs, permanently.

  “We should celebrate!” I declare, “We won, we should do something!”

  “Like what?” Noah asks, sounding amused.

  “I don’t know, but doesn’t it feel like we should?” I ask, exasperated.

  Flynn laughs. “Well, lass, we actually might have even more to celebrate,” he says.

  “Oh?” I plop down on the couch and look up at them, “And that might that be?”

  “Well, we made an offer to buy this place,” Conor says, gesturing to their rental house around us, “And it was accepted today. We’re officially moving in.”

  My face breaks into a massive grin.

  “Well, good to know I’ll have you around for a little while,” I joke.

  “Well, maybe you could have us around a little more often,” Neil says, “We were wondering if you might want to move in here. With us.”

  My heart starts to race, and I expect a flash of panic to accompany it, but this isn’t a rush of anxiety. It’s pure excitement. I want this. I want them. I love them.

  I’d been in love with them a while, but I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. Now, I could admit it to myself, but telling them had been another story. Every time I’ve tried to speak the words, I’ve choked and wussed out.

  But this time, they tumble forth, unbidden. “I love you guys,” I blurt, jumping to my feet and throwing myself at them, forcing them around me in a group hug.

  “I love you all so much. Yeah. I’ll move in. On one condition.”

  They all look at me, puzzled, and I grin through happy tears. “We use my mattress.”

  The four of them laugh, and I exchange kisses with each of them. “You know,” Conor says, “You haven’t tried out my mattress,” he runs his fingertips down the side of my face.

  I shiver. “That’s true,” I admit, “I haven’t tried out any of yours. Maybe I should give them a try.”

  They lead me upstairs, first to Noah’s room. Clearly the full-sized mattress is not going to be a great fit for five of us. So, in Goldilocks fashion, I flop down on the bed and declare: “This bed is too hard.”

  “Yeah, that’s not the only thing that’s hard,” Noah mutters.

  I laugh and get to my feet. Next, they lead me to Flynn’s, another full-sized mattress. Once again, I maintain my Goldilocks game.

  “This bed is too soft,” I pretend to complain.

  I try not to snicker at the silence that follows, having expected another double entendre.

  From there, we end up in Conor’s room. His mattress is a little larger, a queen size at least, but it would still be a tight squeeze for the five of us.

  “So is this one just right?” Conor teases as I flop down on is bed.

  “Hmm,” I tilt my head, pretending to be deep in thought, “I think this one has a pea under the mattress,” I quip, jumping to the Princess and the Pea fairy tale.

  He rolls his eyes, laughing. “Well, Princess, we have one more for you to try, and I think this one’s going to be perfect.”

  “Oh, really?” I get to my feet, “This I’ve got to see.”

  They lead me to what I assume is Neil’s room, and when they open the door, my jaw drops. The room is enormous, and the bed is massive. It looks twice the size of mine. “Whoa!”

  “When we moved in,” Noah explains, “None of us wanted to take the master suite, it didn’t seem fair. But now, we decided to make it into a place for all of us.”

  “Where on Earth did you find the huge bed?” I ask, in awe.

  I walk over to the bed and run my fingers over the plush satin comforter.

  “We had it custom made, to be extra large for all of us,” Conor explains.

  “Oh, what, you guys didn’t want to squeeze in and spoon?” I tease.

  All four of them shudder in horror in unison. “Absolutely not,” Flynn says firmly.

  “Well, let me try it out,” I say.

  This time, instead of just flopping onto the bed, I strip down to nothing but a skimpy lace bra and panties and settle myself in the center of the mattress, posing seductively. “Mmm,” I let out a little moan of pleasure as I indulge in the marshmallowy softness of the mattress, “This is perfect.”

  The satin slides against my skin, and the sensual feeling of it sends a delicious shiver through me that makes my nipples harden under the thin lace.

  Flynn crawls up onto the bed with me and takes my hand, guiding it down his abdomen until it’s resting on the raging bulge in his pants.

  “What do you think, Goldilocks?” he asks in a low voice, “Too hard?”

  “Hmm, I can’t tell,” I banter back, “I need a closer look.”

  My hands move higher to the zipper of his pants and I make quick work of them, shoving them down his hips and letting his cock spring free.

  “Looks just right to me,” I say, a tremor of excitement running through my voice.

  “Maybe you should try it out, just to be sure,” he says.

  I reach out and stroke his shaft, hard as steel in my palm. “Just right,” I murmur.

  Flynn reaches down and tugs down the waistband of my pa
nties. I lift my hips and wriggle out of them as he pulls them down my legs. I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, sliding it down my shoulders and laying bare on plush, satiny soft heaven.

  Flynn kneels between my legs. Neil tosses him a condom and he rolls it down his length. The others strip down and flop into bed, and I’m amazed by the amount of space we really have. Not that I don’t think we’ll still end up making use of every last inch.

  Flynn slips a hand between my legs and smirks.

  “Always wet and ready for us, baby.”

  He positions the head of his cock at my opening and I quiver with anticipation.

  “You want this cock?” he asks me.

  I nod.

  “Yes, please,” I breathe.

  “I want to hear you say it,” he tells me, “Tell me exactly what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me,” I beg, “I want you to bury every inch of that cock inside me and pound my pussy until I scream.”

  “As you wish,” Flynn says, then snaps his hips, sinking his dick deep inside me.

  I gasp and my back arches in pleasure. “Fuck!”

  “What else do you want, baby?” he asks me as he slams into me again and again.

  “I-oh, yes, fuck, right there, I want-” my useless stream of babbling is choked off by a gasp as Flynn rams into me again, “I want another cock inside me!” I blurt in a breathless rush.

  “Well, I believe I can help with that,” Conor says, scooting over.

  Neil passes Conor a condom and after “suiting up,” and repositioning, Conor slowly and carefully slides into my pussy, stretching me out and packing me tight. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp, “You both feel so fucking good.”

  Noah and Neil are each stroking their own cocks as they watch me getting pounded, waiting for their turn. The sight of them pleasuring themselves only turns me on more, and when Flynn reaches out and teases my nipple with his fingers, I’m tipped over the edge into a spiraling, dizzying orgasm.

  And Flynn and Conor show no sign of stopping, pounding my pussy fast and hard. Flynn fondles both of my breasts as they bounce in time with their thrusts, rolling my nipples between his fingers and sending a wash of heat through my body.

  “Cum for us again, baby,” Conor says, “I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”

  “Yes,” I moan, “I’m already so fucking close!”

  The two of them pick up the pace a little, and it’s just the thing to send me spiraling into that blissful oblivion again, howling in release.

  Conor grunts and his hips buck harder into me, driving his cock so deep I see stars. I feel the flood of heat that indicates the rush of his load into the condom. And Flyn isn’t far behind.

  The two of them pull out and toss the condoms, but I’m not given a break to catch my breath. Noah and Neil are quick to fill their places, having wrapped up in condoms and been waiting on standby to rail me.

  They strike up an alternating rhythm, one sliding in while the other pulls out, and it’s maddeningly good. And each of them takes a turn fondling my breasts and teasing my nipples until I’m writhing and panting, caught up in the tide of another approaching climax.

  It washes over me in a wave and I feel like I’m pulled under into this deep, dark ocean of pleasure, swirling around me and sparking sensations in every nerve.

  The pleasure seems to go on forever, with climax after climax washing over me, and I’m insatiable. My greedy body drives toward every drop of pleasure I can wring from them, not that they seem to protest. I wonder if I’ll ever get to a point where I’ve had enough of them, and I can’t imagine it.

  Noah is the next one to topple over the cliff and land in my sea of bliss, shooting his load into his condom before pulling out and tossing it.

  Neil strokes my clit while he drives his cock into me. “I want you to cum with me, Gina,” he growls.

  I nod, panting hard.

  His cock drives in a little deeper and I cry out. “Fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

  He hits the spot again and again and I feel the pressure building.

  “Oh, fuck, Neil, I’m gonna cum,” I gasp.

  “That’s right, baby, cum for me,” he growls.

  The orgasm tears through me and I scream his name. He lets out a stream of filthy talk that would make a sailor blush and I can feel the throbbing of his dick as his seed spurts into the rubber.

  The two of us stop for a moment to catch our breath before Neil pulls out and tosses the latex. The five of us all have more than enough room in this crazy bed to sprawl out individually, but I end up curled between them all.

  A strange thought occurs to me, suddenly. I think about the facets of a gem. Those cuts are what draw the light and make a jewel sparkle and bring out its beauty.

  And it feels like each one of the brothers has carved their own facet into my heart, bringing out the best in me.

  Epilogue

  Gina

  Four Months Later

  “Has anyone seen my other shoe?” I call out the bedroom door.

  Silence.

  “Hello? Anyone out there?”

  Nothing.

  I peek out, and see no sign of any of them. I hobble out of the room carefully, a four-inch-high black leather pump on my left foot and nothing on my right. I hear music playing from the living room and wander down the stairs, wondering why they didn’t answer me. And wondering where the hell my other shoe is.

  It’s finally the day of the grand opening, and I’ve been getting ready for more time than I care to admit, painstakingly straightening my curls and applying makeup. I’d wriggled into a little black dress and I was going to risk my ankles out at the ranch in heels, if I could find my right one.

  If not, maybe I’d scrap the whole thing and wear cowgirl boots.

  In the living room, the stereo is playing one of my favorite CDs, but there’s no sign of any of my partners. There is, however, a black box tied with a ribbon on the table and a little gift tag indicating that it’s for me.

  Curious, I pick it up and open it. I furrow my brows and pull out the contents. A Ring Pop, still in its foil and everything. What on Earth is this for? I look it over carefully, trying to figure out if there’s some significance I’ve forgotten to blue raspberry, or if maybe they’ve written something on it.

  My musings come to a screeching halt when I feel eyes on me and glance up to see all four of my partners, in suits that I’m dying to see on our bedroom floor, gazing at me adoringly.

  “What’s going on? What’s with the-” I hold up the candy, confused.

  “Well, the thing is, the four of us have been talking and arguing for weeks now about something, and this was the best solution we could come up with.” Noah says.

  “Arguing about what?”

  “Well, thing is,” Neil says, fighting a smile, “The four of us want to make you our wife. But we also realized that trying to pick an engagement ring for a professional jeweler could pretty much only end in disaster. So we’ve been arguing about how to pop the question, and this was our answer. What do you think? Did we make the right call?”

  I’m already in tears from the get-go. Everything about this proposal is perfect and befits us. We’re unconventional and a little silly, and together the five of us laugh non-stop. I try and open the package, but I’m crying too hard and my hands are shaking. Conor takes it from my hands and opens it, taking my left hand and sliding the giant candy crystal onto my finger.

  “Does this mean yes?” he asks quietly.

  “Yes, you crazies, yes!” I sob, grabbing Conor and kissing him.

  I’m passed around for kisses and hugs, the five of us a giddy circle of pure joy. At one point, Flynn spins me off my feet, and I nearly fall on my ass when he sets me down, forgetting I’m wearing only one shoe.

  “Oh, do you guys know where the mate to this is?” I ask, sticking out my leg at them to show them the shoe.

  “Yeah, it’s under the couch,” Neil says, pointing.

  I tur
n to follow his point and snort. “How did it-Kal.” I answer my own question.

  They all nod, agreeing with my consensus.

  I retrieve my shoe and sit down to slip it on. However, I’m joined by one of the twins on either side. Noah slips my hair out of the way over my shoulder, exposing my neck and shoulder and trailing kisses over the bare skin. Neil helps my fasten the buckle on my shoe strap before sliding his hand up my bare leg, inching under my skirt.

  My breath hitches. “We-we’re gonna be late,” I protest, “They’ll wonder where we are.”

  “Just a quickie, we won’t give them time to miss us,” Noah says.

  I giggle. “Yeah, right. There’s no such thing as a quickie with the four of you-oh, fuck!” I gasp as Noah bites down lightly on the tender spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

  Neil’s hand makes its way up my inner thigh and I’m panting. “I’m gonna have to do my makeup all over again,” I protest, but this time is even more half-hearted than the last.

  “Go without makeup, you’re perfect,” Flynn says, stepping over and running a finger along my shoulder, slipping the strap down.

  Goosebumps prickle my skin and I let out a mock sigh of resignation. “I’m not getting out of this, am I?”

  “Not a chance,” Conor growls as he steps over and claims my mouth with his.

  With all four of them teaming up on me, I know I don’t stand a chance. So I give in, rendering myself helpless to their whims.

  They peel me out of the skintight dress, and since I am firmly of the opinion that strapless bras are an enormous pain in the ass, my breasts spill free into waiting hands.

  The five of us end up stripped bare on the living room. All I’m left wearing are the high heels and the Ring Pop.

  Flynn rummages through his pockets on the floor and retrieves a miniature bottle of lube and a strip of condoms, ripping one off and passing the strip around.

  “Wait,” I blurt before I can stop myself as Flynn prepares to rip open a packet.

  They all turn to look ad me and I feel my face flame as I prepare to make a big request. “You don’t have to wear those,” I say in a small voice.