Maud sighed. “We didn’t have sex.”
“Did we not? Bugger, I must have been dreaming.” He shoved his chair back and stared at his lap. “Well, would you look at that? The bleeder is still as stiff as a priest’s collar. Those pills are really the business. Do you think I’ll have a hard-on forever?”
Maud patted the bulge in his pants. “I hope so. You want to take me for a ride?”
Meg clattered the spoons in the bowls. If she didn’t do something the randy old goats would be the ones giving the floor show and they would never get them apart long enough to talk sense into them. “I thought you wanted a smoke, Declan.”
“Aye, I did.”
“Well, I’m sure Michael and Sam would love to join you outside while you indulge yourself.”
Sam wrapped his arms around Meg’s middle and grinned. “Michael, why don’t you go outside with your uncle?”
Meg pulled his arms free. “You too, Sam.”
Michael got to his feet. “Gents, shall we? Excuse us, ladies.”
Chapter 32
Michael leaned against the back wall of the cottage and watched the smoke curl from Declan’s cigarette into the frosty moonlit sky. The old man puffed out a cloud to join it before filling his lungs again.
“I figure you’re not out here for the benefit of your health, boys. So, what’s the crack?”
Michael sighed. “You need to come home, Declan.”
“And why would I want to be doing that?”
“Aunt Clara is on the warpath. She’d be here herself if she wasn’t on bail. You’ve had your fun with Maud, and to be honest, you look done in.”
Declan tossed the cigarette butt into the snow and the red tip sizzled and cooled. He turned toward Michael and grinned. “Death by sex is not such a bad way to go.” The smile faded and he lit another cigarette, taking his time to drag in a lung full of smoke before he continued. “Clara’s not my concern.”
Sam sighed. “She’s your wife.”
“Actually, she’s not.”
His answer made no sense at all. Michael had seen the wedding photos. Declan all dressed up in his best tartan suit and Clara looking like a bloody cake topper. “Clara has been my aunty and your wife for as long as I can remember.”
“I divorced her five years ago. She wanted to keep it quiet from the family, and I agreed but the bleedin’ woman won’t let me go. How many more people does she plan to harm before she’s finished? It’s best I keep my distance and let her come to terms with things. Besides, I’ve done my time. I’m a free man and can do as I please. And doing Maud pleases me immensely. The woman has no end of imagination and energy. I’ve heard the rumors about the women in her family and by God they’re all true.”
Michael had no desire to think about Declan and Maud’s sex life or the fact the rumored affliction that made all the females in Maud’s family sex fiends might well have been visited on Maggie. “Clara sent me to look for you. I don’t think she’s ready to walk away. One way or another she’ll track you down. Why don’t you come home and set her straight. You can’t run forever.”
“I have no reason to see the woman. I’ve made my feelings known. She’s dead to me. It’s time for me to get on with my life.”
Sam glanced at Michael and then at Declan. “And Maud?”
“What about Maud? What concern is she of yours, lad?”
“She’s Meg’s aunt. Meg’s mum is worried about her. She needs to come home. If she doesn’t, she’ll be found guilty of soliciting a prostitute, and who knows what sentence she’ll get. She needs to deal with the court case.”
Declan chuckled. “Maud doesn’t see things that way. She thinks we’re a regular Bonnie and Clyde.”
“I can tell you’re not ready to see sense. Perhaps Meg will have more luck with Maud.”
Declan tossed his cigarette away and started to unzip his pants. “I doubt it.”
Michael glanced back at the cottage. “Declan, what the fuck are you doing? Your dick’ll fall off out here.”
“I need to take a leak, and when you get to my age some things can’t wait.” He stepped off the path and turned his head to look at Michael. “You ever pissed your name in the snow?”
Michael glanced at Sam and raised an eyebrow in challenge. They both stepped off the path into the pristine snow.
Brigit slipped her arms around Michael’s middle and gazed up at him. She was beautiful and sexy. The flush of her cheeks and the come-hither look in her eye left him in no doubt he could be inside her in a heartbeat and yet his cock barely stirred to life. Perhaps the cold had killed the poor bugger. Declan was a mad bastard. However, he’d got a great deal of delight in writing his full name while the other two had only managed Sam and Dec. He’d even got a laugh out of Sam telling him he had always thought he was full of piss. Maybe it wasn’t his childish behavior in the back garden that had killed his cock. Maybe it hankered after another nice warm pussy to chase the chill away,
“Penny for them?”
Michael ran a finger down Brigit’s cheek. “My thoughts are not worth wasting a penny on.”
“I should go home.” She stepped away from him, and he reached out to open the car door. When Declan and Maud had left, Brigit said it was time for her to leave as well. Michael had offered to see her out. He hated that he’d disappointed her. He could give her one for the road. A quick screw for old time’s sake. She looked at him, and he let out a sigh. Brigit deserved better.
“She’ll break your heart.”
“Who?”
Brigit smiled. “Maggie.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“She’s besotted with Sam and yet you can’t keep your eyes off her. You need to move on before your heart is in pieces. Sometimes it’s better to be walking away without tasting forbidden fruit.”
“You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”
She smiled and reached a hand up to cup his face. “When you’re young you do foolish things you come to regret when you’re older.”
“Do you regret me?”
“I only regret letting you go. I did love you that summer. You used to look at me the way you look at her.”
Michael saw tears pooling in her eyes. He was a bastard. Brigit bloody well loved him and yet he hankered after a woman who belonged to someone else. Perhaps he’d try harder to love Brigit. She was a good woman. A passionate woman. “Maybe…”
She put her fingers on his lips. “No maybes. It was one summer that I’ll always treasure.”
Michael held her hand and kissed her palm before tugging her closer and catching her lips with his own. She didn’t resist when the gentle kiss became more urgent and demanding. She opened under his onslaught, and he plundered her mouth with his tongue until they pulled apart, panting damp clouds into the chill night air.
Without a word, she climbed into her car and slammed the door. Hands stuffed in his coat pockets, he watched until the red taillights disappeared.
Michael kicked at a clod of snow before turning and going inside. He pushed the front door shut, tugged his coat off and hung it on the peg. The light was on upstairs and in the kitchen. Maybe they’d gone to bed. He wasn’t tired yet. He needed a nightcap.
He shoved the kitchen door open, and Maggie turned from the sink.
“What are you doing? I thought you’d gone to bed?”
“I wanted to wash the dishes first.”
“And Sam?”
“Thanks to you and Declan plying him with whiskey he was spark out on the sofa. I had to almost carry him to bed.”
Michael grinned. “That boy needs to learn to hold his liquor like a man.”
“Sam’s man enough, thank you very much.”
Michael poured himself a glass of whiskey and leaned his butt against the table, admiring Maggie’s lush backside as she worked away at the sink.
“Did she get off okay?”
Michael chuckled. “Who do you think I was getting off?”
“I meant Brigit, and don’t get fresh with me.” Maggie turned from the sink and dried her hands on a tea towel. “Is she your girlfriend?”
“Why do you ask?”
She shrugged. “I noticed you kissed her goodnight.”
“Spying on me?”
Maggie shook her head, making another curl tumble loose from her up do. “Not at all. I was just wondering what was taking you so long.”
“She’s just a friend.”
“Do you kiss all your friends that way?”
He placed his glass on the table and took a step toward her. “What if I do?”
She lifted her head and looked at him. “Are we friends?”
He caught her loose curl with his fingers and gave it a tug. “You tell me.”
She didn’t move, just stared at him, her pupils dark and her lips slightly parted. Unable to resist, he dipped his head and kissed her softly on the mouth. When she didn’t put up a fight, he pulled her closer and ran his tongue along her bottom lip. Her arms slid around his neck, and her fingers combed his hair. His teasing kiss suddenly became so much more. Tongues tangling, he drowned in her heady response. She pulled away and swallowed. Stepping back, she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth.
Michael smiled at her. “Night, friend.”
Without a word, she fled the room, and he lifted his glass and took a sip of the fiery liquid. His actions were unforgivable, but dear God, she really knew how to kiss a man, and apparently the cold air hadn’t killed his cock after all.
Chapter 33
Meg shifted in the bed. The night before, she’d fled the kitchen and brushed her teeth in double-quick time as if toothpaste could remove all trace of that kiss. She’d rushed to pull on her nightdress, and then climbed under the covers with Sam before Michael showed up. Unable to sleep, she’d heard Michael come upstairs a short time later. Eyes squeezed shut, she’d pretended to be asleep. What the hell had she been thinking? She’d practically begged him for a kiss. She hated him. She hated him. The memory of the kiss stirred something deep in her gut. The mantra wasn’t working. She loved Sam, and yet she couldn’t deny the growing curiosity about what sex with Michael would be like. Not just Michael though, but Sam and Michael together. Two men pleasuring her, plundering her body, taking what they wanted from her.
No wonder Sam had been a grump of late. Not only was he on a quest that had nothing to do with him, but she was openly flirting with another man, one that knew how to piss Sam off at the best of times. She needed to do better and put her wanton thoughts aside. Sam was the one she loved. The man who was always there for her. The one who had taught her to embrace her sexuality. The man who pushed her to the edge of her comfort zone and made her come with an intensity that left her drained and yet aching for him to fill her again. She could spend her life under him.
Soft light began to filter through the curtains. She had no idea what time it was. Sam rolled over, and she snuggled into him. Something hard edged between her butt cheeks. She giggled. He was up. When she pushed against his rising interest, he moaned. The sound resonated through her. The stirring in her abdomen became a burning need.
Meg wiggled out of his embrace. She glanced toward Michael, who hadn’t moved. Happy he was still sleeping, she tugged the covers back and kissed her way down Sam’s body.
She licked a nipple and grazed it with her teeth, making Sam suck in a breath. His heart pounded beneath her face. Using her lips and tongue, she trailed down over his flat stomach and teased his belly button. When she wiggled a knee between his thighs he spread his legs, and she sat back on her heels and stared at her man. There he lay in all his glory, butt naked, cock erect and a sexy grin on his face.
She blew him a kiss and he caught it, and then winked. Slowly, she lowered her head and blew on the tip of his swollen shaft. It danced for her. She caught it with her hand and took a suck, swirling her tongue over the head until it wept drops of pre-cum. She planted a kiss on his ball sac, inhaling the heady aroma of his arousal. After sucking a testicle between her lips, she ran her tongue up his length. She stopped just below the head and popped the very top into her mouth, sucking him like a lollypop before pulling away. One hand cupped his balls, stroking the soft skin. The other was clamped around the base of his cock. Blood pumped beneath her fist. For once, she was in control and Sam would come when she decided.
She glanced up the bed. His eyes were shut, and he was chewing on his bottom lip. Meg trailed a fingernail the length of his shaft, and the apparent anticipation made his dick harden under her hand. With one long glide she took him deep into her mouth, sucking and running her tongue the length of him. Sam shuddered, and moisture pooled between her thighs. She glided back up his dick and swirled her fingers over the head, collecting pre-cum before swallowing him deep again.
Her pussy ached for attention. Every time she mouth-fucked Sam her insides clenched with need. Now she was in control, her orgasm was her own. She let go of Sam’s shaft and used her hand to steady herself as she set up a slow tempo, drawing him down her throat and then gliding back up to flick the top and taste her man before she buried her nose in his groin one more time. She spread her legs and slipped her other hand between her thighs. A soft moan escaped her when her fingers nudged her hard bud.
A low growl from across the room stilled her for a moment. She eased up Sam’s cock and tilted her head to see where the sound had come from. Michael stared at her. His dark-eyed gaze moved from her mouth to her now naked butt and back again. She worked the head of Sam’s dick, teasing and licking as she slid her hands further between her thighs to finger-fuck herself. She had shied away from having Michael watch in the past. If she kept going she was playing with fire, but letting him see what he couldn’t have was invigorating. Maybe it was because being bad in full view of someone else was so damn sexy, but she wasn’t ready to admit how far her morals had slipped of late.
Her focus shifted down his hidden body. When she noticed movement beneath the covers, her cheeks flushed. He was jacking off. Michael smiled a slow lopsided grin and mouthed want to watch? A shudder ran through her body and the hand still buried between her thighs became slick at her heightened arousal. Michael pulled back the bed covers, and she moaned against Sam’s cock. He was completely naked and he had his fist wrapped around his straining dick.
Meg glanced up at Sam. Eyes closed, head tilted back, he was in another world. She moved around the bed a little, unable to resist the view. Michael mirrored her actions. When her head bobbed, he stroked the length of his cock. Sam’s dick filled her mouth, blood pounding as she deep throated him. Her thighs grew slick with her own juices, and she made eye contact with Michael as she widened her legs to give him a view of her hand massaging her hot pussy. He let out a low moan, sending a thrill through her that had her libido jumping up a notch. She slipped her fingers between her lower lips, massaging her clit in time with her mouth fucking Sam. Michael kept tempo. He panted, on the edge as Sam’s cock grew in her mouth. She was mesmerized that she had both men on the cusp. Sam lifted his hips, meeting her thrust for thrust, and Michael pumped faster. The moisture on the head of his cock caught the early morning light, and she writhed in anticipation of seeing cum flow thick and fast from his steely rod. Her imagination slipped a gear as she wondered how it would feel to have Michael fuck her while she went down on Sam. To have that cock buried deep inside her pussy, filling her up as she took Sam deep, until she sucked him dry.
*
Sam held his breath and pulled himself back from the edge of release. He wanted to savor the moment. He’d been a miserable sod and she deserved better. She deserved better. He should be eating her pussy, not accepting one of her exquisite blowjobs. Meg moaned and it vibrated his dick, sending a tremor through his whole body. He opened his eyes and lifted himself up on his elbows to watch her swallow him. She’d turned her body and he could see her finger-fucking herself. Blood rushed to his groin, making him lightheaded. There had been a time when she had dared not
show him her pussy, and now she was freely masturbating while blowing him without a care in the world. His woman had come a long way and he loved every revelation, every new sexual position, every mind-blowing minute of helping her find herself. Her eyes were wide and focused across the room. He looked toward the window and a jolt had him bucking his dick deeper down her throat.
Michael was jacking off. Each pump of his hand was in time with Meg sucking him. The Irish git was staring at Meg, and she appeared to be relishing him watching her going down on another man. Sam was torn between pulling free of her mouth and refusing to be part of some sordid threesome, and lifting his hips to meet her. How would it be if he was watching her giving someone else a blowjob? Watching another cock disappear down her throat.
His dick throbbed at the thought and he all but exploded as he imagined burying himself up to the hilt in her pussy and riding her hard as she pleasured another man. How would it be to have her mouth around him, sucking, teasing, while someone else pounded into her, driving her to orgasm as he jerked his cum deep down her throat? How would it be to torment her and have her hanging on the edge? Making her wait until she had blown both of them, or to eat her pussy while another cock slammed inside her?
Meg writhed and worked him harder. The warmth of her mouth, the brush of her tongue, the suction of her lips, sent all thoughts scurrying from his mind. His orgasm started deep in his gut. His balls tightened and his dick strained as his release built and exploded, filling the back of her throat. He bucked and drove himself into her succulent mouth. He opened his eyes and held his breath, mesmerized as she finger-fucked herself. Her luscious arse rose and fell as she rode her hand, and he knew the moment orgasm rushed through her. Eyes wide, she groaned against his dick as her body went into a glorious spasm that never failed to excite him.
A low curse from across the room caught his attention and he turned his head. He’d forgotten about the Irish git playing with himself. Apparently Meg’s orgasm had not gone unnoticed. Spunk shot from the moron’s cock as he pumped himself harder.
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