The Cassidy Brothers
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After opening gifts, I put Keith down for a nap and stepped outside onto the porch. I found myself looking off in the direction of where my old home used to be. I had been devastated to see it gone when I showed up here last year, but now, I was glad it had been torn down. It was the reason I’d come here seeking shelter instead. I might never have reconnected with the Cassidy brothers if that house had still been standing. I might have never fallen in love. Found a family.
As if thinking of them had called them to me, the door opened, and all three men joined me on the porch. I had hoped they would follow me out here. I loved their parents, but I wanted to give them their last gift in private.
“What are you doing out here?” Donncha draped a large jacket around my shoulders even though I already had a heavy sweater on. I smiled.
“Is everything okay?” Aogán asked.
“Of course it is. I just needed some fresh air.”
“Do you feel okay?” Tristan asked, suspicion in his eyes. That figured. Of all the brothers, he’d have figured it out first.
“I’m a little nauseous, but that’s to be expected.” I turned to them and slid my hands on my belly, beaming, feeling like I could burst because I’d been dying to tell them all. “Merry Christmas.”
There was a beat of silence. Then Donncha spoke. “Do you mean…
“…you’re pregnant?” Aogán finished for him.
I nodded.
The three of them crowded around me, taking turns enveloping me in hugs, each good-naturedly pushing the other aside when one was hogging me, and peppering my face and belly with kisses. My heart filled to bursting. Soon they were rushing me back inside and fussing all over me, Aogán constructing the perfect layer of cushions around me, Tristan rushing to make me tea, and Donncha taking it upon himself to unlace my boots and rub my feet. I couldn’t help thinking they were the best men I’d ever known.
They say that you can’t ever go home. I know that’s not true now.
Home isn’t a place. It’s not a building made of bricks or wood. No fences mark its boundaries or doors to enter.
It’s made up of people. It’s the safety and comfort that envelops you in their presence. The feeling that you are accepted, wanted, needed. And above all, loved.
The End
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I used to think I was one of the lucky ones.
But at twenty-six, I’ve left my “perfect” life in New York behind and ended up in Ireland.
When my car hits a ditch I’m rescued by the three sexiest men I’ve ever seen.
The three Irish O’Callaghan brothers.
Broad shoulders, strong arms, accents that make me wet just to hear them.
Killian, the bossy one.
Fionn, the cheeky one.
And Aiden, the silent one with a secret.
They all want me.
I want them. All of them.
I have to choose...right? Or will I be the thing that tears this family apart.
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Saoirse
I wanted him since the day I met him. Bearded, tattooed and tall as an Irish giant. He was more than just handsome, he was drop-dead gorgeous. It didn’t matter to him that my father was a criminal and my mother a whore. He was my best friend.
I could be anything I wanted.
Except his.
Because I’m too young and he’s my Juvenile Liaison Officer.
Diarmuid
It’s been years since I last saw her. No longer a girl, she has the body of a woman. When our eyes met again, I saw the only one who ever broke through my asshole mask. I saw my best friend.
She could be anything she wanted.
Except mine.
Because she’s only seventeen and I’m too old for her.
I’m so screwed.
Cause I’m so f**king in love with her.
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Savannah
Killian turns me, his touch so gentle, so coaxing and patient that I am putty in his hands. When I face him, his deep-set eyes are almost hidden by his brows furrowed in concern.
“I’m sorry I kissed you. I didn’t realize it’d cause you so much distress. I thought you wanted it.”
“I did,” I admit.
His eyes widen in surprise.
“I…do.” My gaze drops to his lips and I remember the feel of them on me. I remember the warmth and security I felt being held against him.
I need him. I need to feel safe again.
I need to feel tethered to this earth, and Killian is the only one who makes me feel this way. He has become my anchor.
Before I know what I’m doing, my mouth is against his. He freezes for a mere second before his fingers grip my shoulders and pull me closer. His kiss is sure, his hands firm and his hold on me feels unbreakable. Here I am safe and cared for.
When his tongue slides between my lips and caresses mine, my mind blanks.
All guilt falls from me, all shame fades. This feels right. So right.
I moan into his mouth and deepen the kiss, my hands curling into his shirt.
“What the hell is going on?” a voice demands, breaking through my bubble.
I break away from Killian, my heart leaping into my throat.
Shit.
Shit shit shit.
Fionn is standing in the entrance to the kitchen, a murderous look on his face. He curls his hands into fists as he glares at Killian. “You. You kissed her?”
Killian stands up straight, his chin held up. “I did.”
He’s lying. I kissed him. He’s lying to protect me.
“This is my fault,” I say. “I—”
“Don’t you dare try to protect him,” Fionn says, still glaring at Killian. “How could you? You knew I liked her.”
“You like her?” Killian’s stance widens, his hands fisting at his side. “You don’t like any women, you just hit and quit every single one.”
Fionn growls. “Savannah is different.”
“Of course she’s different. She’s not one of your playthings you can screw around with. I like her.”
“You don’t like her. You just kissed her because I like her,” Fionn yells, his finger coming up to thrust in Killian’s face. “You think you’re better than me just because you’re older. You want to make sure I stay in my pl
ace beneath you.”
“You self-centered prick.” Killian smacks Fionn’s hand out of his face. “Did you ever think that maybe it was her that kissed me?”
Fuck. Oh fuck. They’re going to start fighting in this kitchen. They’re going to hurt each other. I don’t know what to do.
They both ignore my pleas as the space between them closes. The only thing I can think to do is get in between them if they lunge at each other.
“Liar! She wants me.”
“Jesus, your ego knows no bounds.”
“She kissed me.”
“Stop!” Aiden’s voice pierces the air.
He’s standing in the entrance of the kitchen, his two brothers making so much noise I didn’t hear him approach.
Shit. Aiden will have heard everything. He knows that I’ve kissed all three of them.
Killian and Fionn freeze before turning to look at him, their eyes open, jaws slackened.
“You…you spoke,” Killian says.
Fionn says nothing, he merely stares at his baby brother like he is a stranger.
“You should listen to what Savannah has to say,” Aiden says, his voice croaky. He turns to me and offers me an encouraging smile. The openness on his face gives me hope.
All three brothers are looking at me expectantly now. There’s nothing I can do but confess.
“I don’t know how it happened, but…I kissed all of you,” I blurt out. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, I swear. But I like all three of you,” I say. “I’m sorry.”
Even as the words come out of my mouth, the confession seems to lighten the load that has been slung over my shoulders.
Only for a second.
The shock on Fionn and Killian’s face stabs me like knives to the chest.
“I never wanted to hurt you. Any of you,” I say, pleading with them all to believe me. I’ll understand if they don’t. These words sound so hollow coming out of my mouth. I mean, how the hell can these kinds of feelings flourish for more than one man?
“This is why you said no to dating me,” Fionn says. “Savannah, if you pick me, you know how much fun and laughter we can have together.”
“Fun and laughter won’t provide for her,” interjects Killian, “Savannah, if you choose me, I can take care of you.”
Aiden is the only one of three brothers who doesn’t speak.
“You have to pick one,” Fionn says, shuffling on his feet. “Which of us do you want more? Who do you like most?”
“I like all of you,” I say, unable to look Fionn in the eye. “In different ways. I want all of you in the same way. I just…I can’t choose.”
I press my face into my hands. What am I going to do?
“Why does she have to pick?” Aiden says.
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Saoirse
Diarmuid fucking Brennan.
I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hurt him. To slam my hand into his chest and smash his heart like he was doing mine.
Instead I pounded the bag, pretending it was his face, as he watched.
“Come on, selkie. You can hit harder than that.”
Damn him.
“Don’t call me that.”
Slam.
Slam.
Diarmuid moved around me, disappearing from my line of vision. I could feel his eyes on me. They dragged across me, burning me, marking me.
“Maintain your guard, selkie.” His voice came from behind me.
God, I wanted to kill him.
I hit the bag again. I felt a slap on my left elbow, lifting my arm up.
“Guard up.”
Infuriated, I grabbed the bag and flung it at him. He sidestepped without any effort.
I slammed my fists onto my hips and sucked in a breath. “What are we doing this for?”
Diarmuid stood, stoic, like an unmovable mountain. “Martial arts will teach you discipline, persistence, grit.”
I gritted my teeth. “Are you saying I have none of those things?”
He studied me for a pause. “I’m saying that martial arts will teach you these things.”
“Because I have none.”
He blinked, his eyes going hard. “You tell me.”
Fuck him.
“You’re punishing me.”
He let out a snort. “What for?”
“‘Discipline, persistence, grit,’” I quoted him. “You think I made a mistake not applying for college.”
His face grew hard, like it had been chiseled out of marble. “You have a gift, Saoirse. You’re wasting it if you don’t do something with it.”
“Fuck you,” I yelled. “You have no right to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do.”
“You—”
“You left me, Diarmuid. You left me alone with no one.”
His face broke into a mask of pain. “You had your ma…” he trailed off.
“My drug-addicted, incompetent, uncaring mother,” I scoffed. “Really?”
“I had no choice, Saoirse.”
“You had a choice. You had a fucking choice and you chose her over me.”
“She was pregnant…”
“So you give up your soul family for a real one? I hope they were worth it.”
His mask cracked open. I saw it; the deep well of pain underneath, of guilt, of regret. I realised it hurt him to leave just as much as it hurt me. I always thought that his decision to go had been easy for him. I didn’t think that leaving might have torn strips off him, too.
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