by L. A. Boruff
“What the fuck, man?” Brogan asked, confused and very out of breath.
“Where’s the fire?” Grayson followed, his face showing me he had just as much idea about all of this as I did.
“We need to talk.” Isaac closed the door behind them, and the space suddenly felt so much smaller.
16
Isaac
My mind wasn’t entirely made up about what the goal was in calling everyone into my room. All I knew was that Julia was confused and ashamed. She needed to know that no matter what she felt or decided it was not something to be embarrassed about, and we were behind her one-hundred percent.
“Julia and I have been talking.” I took a seat at the end of the bed, Grayson taking the chair, and Brogan leaned against the dresser. “She and I both agree that there is something going on between us.” To emphasize my point, I looked around the entire room, making eye contact with everyone, including Julia who was still trying her best to hide at the head of my bed. “All of us,” I clarified.
You could hear a pin drop in the room for a few seconds until Grayson broke the silence. “I agree.” He straightened in the chair before continuing. “I’ve felt something for both of you for a long time.” His eyes met mine and Brogan’s and we both looked at each other, suddenly confused. “I never acted on anything because I know you guys don’t necessarily swing that way, but I love you both.” He rubbed his face, cleared his throat, and paused. I wasn’t sure he was going to continue, and I felt like I needed to say something.
“No, let me finish.” He put his hand up to stop me. “I need to get this out now, or it’ll never happen.”
Brogan pushed away from the dresser and walked over to chair, reaching his arm out toward Grayson. Confusion spread across Gray’s face, but he trusted Brogan and took his hand. Brogan yanked him up to stand directly against him, grabbed the back of his neck, and crashed his mouth against Gray’s. Gray stood motionless for a few seconds before his brain registered what was happening and he returned the kiss. He grabbed each side of Brogan’s face and growled into his mouth.
Julia inched down the bed and took a seat next to me, clearly very interested in what was happening in front us. A few seconds later my roommates separated, seeming to remember they weren’t alone in the room. Brogan turned to face me and Julia, a big grin plastered on his face.
“What?” He shrugged his shoulders. “It was getting too serious in here.” He sat down on the corner of the bed next to Julia. “I’ve been feeling the same way for a long time, and I hated seeing him struggle through trying to explain, so I thought a little show and tell was in order.”
Gray sat back in the chair, laughing as he rubbed his lips. No doubt still feeling the effects of Brogan’s kiss.
“Alright.” I let out a breath. “I think it’s safe to say we all have feelings for each other, though I can’t say I know the dynamic of our relationship just yet.” I looked between Gray and Brogan. “I care about you both, obviously.” Julia reached over and put her hand on my leg, giving me the strength to keep going. “All I know is I want to explore a relationship with her and all of you.” Julia leans back on the bed, drawing her hand across her face. I’m beginning to realize she’s not comfortable being the center of attention. I think it’s time to change that. Right now.
“Are you guys down?” I looked at my roommates, my friends, knowing that what we will be embarking on could get complicated. Not everyone will like our dynamic and most won’t understand it, but I know that we at least need to give a try. We owe it to ourselves.
“Let’s do it,” Brogan rubbed his hands together next to me, Grayson nodded in agreement, but his smile told me everything his lack of words couldn’t. We were really going to do this.
Julia
After our big talk, we all went our separate ways for a bit. Natalie texted me about twenty times wanting all the deets about my encounter with Brogan and Isaac last night. I’d have to call her later and fill her in on the new developments. It was far too much to text.
Brogan took a shower as soon as he left and went to rest while Grayson cooked us all lunch. Isaac went to finish some paperwork in his room. After I cleaned up in the kitchen, I walked down the hall to join him.
“Knock, knock.” Isaac looked up from his desk, a smile spreading across his face.
“Come in.” He closed the laptop in front of him and motioned me over before I took a seat in his lap.
“Well that was quite a revelation today, huh?” My hand traced his abs through his shirt, and for some reason I couldn’t meet his eyes. He could tell I was avoiding the situation and tilted my chin up to face him.
“I know this is going to be hard, Julia.” He kissed me quickly before turning serious again. “If you want to bail right now, I won’t blame you.” He picked me up and carried me to the bed, laying me on top of the covers. “This type of arrangement isn’t for everybody.” He slid Brogan’s shorts down my legs as he continued. “It won’t always be easy.”
Hooking his fingers in the waist of my panties, he dragged them down my legs and tossed them with the shorts. “I can promise you the three of us will take care of you.” His mouth made its way up my inner thighs, and he reached up under my shirt to cup my bare breast. “In every way.” He ended his sentence with his breath on my bare pussy. I closed my eyes, relishing in the feel of his mouth on me. My mind was so far elsewhere, I didn’t notice when Isaac spoke to Gray who had appeared in the doorway.
“Can he join us?” I leaned back on my forearms and saw Grayson standing just inside the doorway, his eyes traveling up my legs, his tongue coming out to lick his lips.
“Yes please.” My answer came easily; the thought of having both of them at once almost too much.
Grayson walked to the end of the bed and tore off his shirt. He pulled his pants down next, taking his boxer briefs at the same time. He was absolutely gorgeous and taller than Isaac and Brogan, but every bit as muscular, if not slightly more. He covered his cock with his hands and stood there, suddenly unsure of what to do.
“Come here,” I called him to the head of the bed and rolled on my side. He walked around the bed and stood before me. My hand snaked around his length, and I placed a kiss on the tip before sliding him into my mouth. I moaned around his cock, and he put one knee up on the bed to give me better access.
Isaac crawled up the bed, having lost all of his clothes, and spread my legs, laying on his side so he could take my pussy in his mouth. I lost my ability to think for a second, and my rhythm began to falter. I heard the door close, then felt the bed dip behind me. Brogan appeared over us, taking Grayson’s mouth while I sucked his cock. My right hand reached behind me, and I found Brogan, hard and ready for me. I wrapped my fingers around his length and stroked him while still sucking Grayson.
Isaac’s mouth was hot and wet, and his tongue flicked across my clit. Unable to keep my mouth on Grayson as I felt my release building, I laid back on the bed and took him in my other hand. Brogan and Grayson kissed hard and fast above me, and the sight was too much for me to handle. Right before I came, Isaac took his mouth off of me and positioned himself at my entrance, slamming into me in one quick thrust.
“Fuck!” I came instantly, my orgasm rocking through me, my legs shaking. Isaac pumped into me fast, setting a grueling pace and my pussy milked his release, his cock pulsing inside me as he came.
“My turn.” Brogan broke from his kiss with Grayson, and Isaac crawled from between my legs and laid down on the mattress, giving Brogan plenty of room to work. I took Grayson’s hand and guided him up onto the bed, motioning for him to sit up against the headboard while I flipped over and got on my hands and knees. Brogan grabbed my hips and pulled me up to his waiting cock. As he entered me from behind, I took Grayson into my mouth and moaned at the sensation of being filled while pleasing him.
Grayson’s hand twisted into my hair and he pushed down slightly, bringing his cock deeper into my mouth. I knew he was close, and so was I, my rele
ase already building rapidly, especially as Brogan reached between us to rub my clit as he rocked in and out of me.
Grayson’s cock pulsed and his cum filled my mouth. I took all that he gave me and looked into his eyes as Brogan continued to fuck me, hard and fast.
“God yes, Brogan!” I reached behind and grabbed onto his thigh, digging my nails into his skin. “I’m coming!”
“Come for me, JJ.” Brogan increased his pace, and my body convulsed, my pussy clenching around his shaft. He leaned over and bit me softly on the shoulder as he climaxed, his cock jerking inside of me.
Brogan collapsed across the end of the bed and I laid down, my head on Grayson’s thigh. He ran his fingers through my hair as I tried my best to catch my breath.
“Well, shit.” Brogan flipped over onto his stomach, his legs dangling from the end of the bed.
“What?” the three of us asked at the same time.
“We need a bigger bed.” Brogan laughed, and I shook my head. A bigger bed was just one of the things we’d have to figure out in the future of our relationship. It was going to take a lot of trial and error, and things weren’t always going to be easy. I lifted my head and looked around at the three men who looked completely satisfied as they smiled back at me. Seems like we all got lucky this St. Patty’s day.
About the Author
Elissa Ryan is a married, midwestern, mother of three who loves everything book related. She is an avid reader and has her husband convinced she is trying to fill their house with books.
She graduated with a degree in Creative Writing and finally decided to put those student loans to good use. When she isn't writing, you might find her at the nearest used bookstore or local thrift shop.
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Gettin’ Lucky
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Jess is the unluckiest woman in the world with nothing in her life ever going right. She's unsurprised when a tree crashes through her bedroom window until a drop-dead gorgeous Irishman sticks his head inside. In this steamy story, Jess finds herself falling harder and harder for this man who her best friend swears is a leprechaun.
Getting’ Lucky
“Of course.”
It wasn’t a scream that flew from my lips, nor a string of highly applicable curses designed for such an occasion. Nope. As I woke to a tree shattering my bedroom window the only two words I could think were “of course.”
What else would the unluckiest women in the world expect? My youth was spent in a constant barrage of casts to set bones broken by a clump of misplaced dirt or a rock everyone else bypassed. It didn’t improve with age. If anything could go wrong, it would, often leaving me with hospital and/or insurance bills, and a burn of embarrassment hotter than the sun.
I squinted against the mass of branches clawing off my bedroom’s wallpaper as if the forest came to claim me. Glass shards clung to the frame like broken teeth, the rest of the pane scattered over the dingy carpet. By the rising light of dawn, they appeared like geometric water puddles, which could also cut my feet to ribbons. I was already the type of girl who’d find a small piece of glass in her salad. Walking across this new minefield without a cut would prove impossible.
Rising to sit up, my laggy mind struggled to think who to call first — insurance, clean up crew, emergency room to put on standby. I was partially out from under my rosy-oak duvet when a voice called from the window. “Sorry in there! Is everyone okay?”
A man’s voice was followed by a shock of red hair prodding around the branches. Even with the twigs scraping against his creamy cheeks, the hair remained high, gel twisting at the front. As he turned from the tree, emerald eyes landed upon me. They glimmered like a field of clover after a spring shower, hinting at a smile that didn’t crest across his tight lips. The jaw was broad and swooped back, gifting him an academic air. His nose was long but with a tiny bulb at the tip, an almost impish trait to offset the serious features.
All that cursing that didn’t happen before tried to escape in one blow. My eyes darted from the glistening lips, the sparkling green eyes, and the fiery hair like a game of tennis. Sweet god was he handsome. And staring at me through my bedroom window!
My eyes whipped down to find I was dressed…in a Hello Kitty shirt three sizes too big for me. Grabbing the duvet, I slapped it over my chest and tried to pretend I was wearing a silk nightie underneath instead. “Who…?” I gulped, watching the strange man stare around my room. “What happened?”
“Forgiveness, please.” His voice hummed with an accent that twirled on his lips. British? “I’m afraid I’m the fiend who caused this rotted tree to puncture through your window.”
Scottish? My puzzling snapped away as I realized he was staring expectantly at me. No doubt he was waiting for a rant as anyone who didn’t live my life would unleash. “I…see,” I mumbled. There was a sexy some-British-Isle man with his head shoved clean through my broken bedroom window. What did a person say or do in such a situation?
Oh god!
I flung the duvet off my Hello Kitty-ed body and plunged my feet into the maybe glass. The green eyes of the stranger flared wide as I risked blood loss and limb, but my panic damn near forgot about him.
“Tir!” I shouted, a hand to my mouth. “Come on. Here Tiry Tir Tir!” Gulping, I risked glancing towards the floor below the window, fearing to see either silent fur or blood, but it was clean save the glass.
“What’s the matter, Lass?”
The hamper! Spinning in place, I bent over to dig into the cracked laundry basket in my closet. Which just exposed the fact I was wearing greying white panties to the hot man that broke my house. A burn churned up my cheeks even as I dug through the clean laundry I never got around to putting away. Bras and blouses flew through the air until my fingers skirted against warm fur. Yellow eyes snarled at me for daring to interrupt his slumber, but I gasped in joy and tucked the angry cat to my chest.
“Tiramy, thank god you’re okay. I…” In proper feline fashion, my cat wasn’t pleased with my concern over his wellbeing, nor was he happy with my sudden onset of affection. Wiggling, twelve-pounds of fur and bone dug out of my grip and leapt onto the dresser. Black hair clung to my chest, adding to my alluring outfit.
“Ya have a kitty cat?” the stranger asked, staring in judgment at my spinster-in-training lifestyle.
“Yes, yes I do. And you smashed apart my bedroom window.” I tipped back into the anger I knew I’d feel in an hour once he was gone. Then I’d come up with the perfect response to ‘So sorry I knocked a tree into your house.’ For now, all I had was glaring and crossing my arms over my chest to hide away the friendly look of Hello Kitty.
To my surprise, the striking stranger grimaced and rubbed a palm over his head. His hand was massive, the heel sitting on his forehead while the fingers damn near reached his ear. A hand like that could probably palm my ass…which was not what I should be thinking about. Tipping my head down so he wouldn’t see the flush, I spat out, “Who are you?”
“Some call me Conall,” he said. When his voice rang through the swooping vowels of his name, it struck me. He was Irish. “Would it be forward if I asked your name?”
“Jessica,” I spat, trying to not give into the odd mannerisms of a rugged Irishman who spoke as if he fell out of the 18th century. And broke my window. Remember, window. “Jessica Malley.”
A smile dawned upon his lips, the full amplitude of his gleaming grin nearly sending me babbling. “Jessica,” he repeated my name in his emerald brogue, certainly causing some knee-knocking, “I am immensely apologetic for this accident. I promise I will do all I can to fix it.”
Well, that was something. I feared he’d poke his head in, make sure there were no dead bodies, then do a runner. “Let’s start with insurance…” I began, when my eyes tripped away from the emerald isle eyes to the ancient clock hanging off the wall.
7:15.
No! It couldn’t be 7:15 already!
Scrabbling, I yanked up my phone which should have woken me up at 6:45. A dead screen taunted me, the battery having once again fully drained while I slept. Shit! Returning to the pile of clothing I attacked for my cat, I hunted for the suit coat I was going to leave out last night. Which I forgot to do, like always.
“Lass? Is there another animal in distress? A wee pup, perhaps?” Conall asked from the window.
Which was still broken. But there was no time for that. “I’m late for work, gonna be late for work. The meeting I was supposed to lead and…dear God.” I worked like a whirlwind, picking up every damn thing I’d need for the day and dumping it into my purse. The clothes perched on my arm, all coated in black fur, as I turned to the man with his head shoved through my window.
“I have to get out of here. You…you need to fix that mess you caused, and I need to get to work.” I itched to run to the bathroom, then my car, but the strikingly handsome man refused to leave the hole he punched into my life.
A light blush rose, highlighting the spray of freckles over both his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. Leaning forward, he extended a business card from his hand. As I pulled it away, an unearthly warmth radiated from the piece of card stock. “My credentials as it were,” he said and, touching the tip of his finger to his forelock, finished with, “Good luck, Lass.”
I snorted, watching the man ignore the jagged glass and easily slide out of my bedroom. “Luck hates me.” Another flicker of my eyes to the clock reminded me I needed to be on the road ASAP, but I turned over the card to read no address or phone number. All it said was: