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In just a few short weeks, Ronan, Mac, and Finn have made me question exactly what that is. What do I want?
Do I want to be the type of person who continues to sit around and wait for life to happen to her? No. No, I don’t think I do.
I want to make my own decisions. I want to have control of my future. Could those three stupidly gorgeous and dangerous men help me find the courage to do that? If they’re willing to fight for me, I should be ready to fight for myself.
Shit.
Everything comes crashing back in an instant. I haven’t been home in weeks. I have no idea what state the bookstore is in, my bookstore. I’m still practically being held hostage in this obnoxiously fancy apartment. And, Oh yeah, I have an evil grandfather. The fact that I literally haven’t thought about all of it in 24 hours goes to show how good the dick is. They might have actually fucked my brains out.
Don’t judge.
Begrudgingly, I pull myself out of bed and rummage through Ronan’s closet. I find an oversized T-shirt and slip it over my head. After I’ve found a spare toothbrush in the bathroom I brush my teeth, throw my curls up in a messy bun, and run some cold water over my face. I take a second to catalog the marks across my body. Between Finn and Mac giving me hickeys across my chest, Ronan’s bite mark on my shoulder, and the bruise on my neck from his hand, I look like a hot mess. It was so worth it.
I give myself a little pep talk in the mirror before leaving the solitude of Ronan’s bathroom. Obviously, Mac and Finn know what Ronan and I have been doing all night. They had to have heard us; neither of us was exactly quiet. I spent the entire night screaming Ronan’s name. Whenever I would doze off to sleep, he would wake me up for another round. He couldn’t get enough, and neither could I. I run my finger across my bottom lip, swollen from kissing, and continue to stare at myself in the mirror. Fuck it. After one last deep breath, I open the door, walk down the hallway and find them in the kitchen.
I stop in my tracks while I drink in the sexy-as-sin men in front of me.
Ronan is sitting at the kitchen island, back turned to me, talking to Finn, barefoot and in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His dark curls disheveled from me running my fingers through it all night. I can see scratch marks up the length of his shoulder blades. Heat rushes through me knowing I put those there, and he’s not ashamed to show them off.
Finn stands on the end side of the island, forearms resting against the countertop in a pair of sweatpants much like Ronan’s. I watch Finn lift his muscular arm and run his fingers through his sandy blonde hair, pushing it out of his face. The stubble he was sporting last night at the club has grown and is now covering his jawline. I clench my legs together, thinking about how his beard felt between my legs.
To my right, Mac is standing in front of the stove in stone-washed ripped jeans and, you guessed it, no damn shirt. The button of his jeans is undone, and I see a path of dark hair that runs from his belly button disappear into the denim. I can tell from here that he doesn’t have any briefs on, as usual. I have never seen a man look sexier while cooking pancakes.
This is all a fever dream. It has to be. No way I’m this lucky.
Finn must see me out of the corner of his eye because he does a double take at me standing across the room in Ronan’s shirt. I watch him eye me up from my toes, pausing momentarily at my neck, to the top of my head. Before I can worry whether or not he’s upset about last night, my eyes meet his, and his face softens. He’s staring at me with such fondness I could melt into a puddle on the floor. Ronan follows Finn’s gaze and peeks at me over his shoulder. I’m still stuck in my spot, staring at the three of them. I mean, seriously, I’m ready to throw the pancakes in the trash and eat them for breakfast.
Talk about a well-balanced meal.
Ronan stands from his chair and walks across the kitchen towards me. “Morning, Baby,” he says as he reaches for me. With one hand on my ass, he pulls me flush against him, cupping my cheek with the opposite hand, kissing me like he hasn’t seen me in months, as if we didn’t spend all night wrapped up in one another.
“Mmmmm. Morning,” I reply, reluctantly pulling my lips away from his. “How long have you guys been awake?”
“Only an hour. I wanted to let you get some rest.” The corners of his lips lift, knowing good and well he’s the reason I’m so tired. And sore.
I place my hands against his chest, noticing how his muscles tighten beneath my touch. I lean forward and place another quick kiss against his lips. “Thank you.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing you naked. But seeing you like this, messy bun and in nothing but my t-shirt, our marks covering your skin, it’s a close second.” I practically feel my cheeks blushing. “You look beautiful, Baby.”
I love all the praise they give me. I’m just not used to it. Sometimes it catches me so off guard I genuinely don’t know what to say.
With a soft pat against my ass cheek, Ronan ushers me toward the kitchen. “Come on, Mac’s making us all breakfast.”
I hesitantly follow Ronan to the kitchen and sit beside him. I don’t know what to do or how any of this should work. I mean, do I kiss all of them good morning? Would that weird them all out? Finn must sense my uneasiness. Rounding the island, he sits on the opposite side of me and spins my chair towards him. He leans forward and places a firm kiss against my lips. “Morning, Angel.”
“Good morning,” I reply before he slides a full coffee cup in front of me.
With his hand firmly squeezing my thigh, I face the counter and grip the mug with both hands. I’m about to ask Mac to grab the creamer from the fridge when I feel him come up behind me. He leans down and kisses my neck just below my ear, right where I love. I take a second to savor the scent of him. Even the way he smells is warm, like cedarwood and ginger. I want to wrap myself up in it. “How are you feeling this morning, Princess? Heard you two had a fun night.”
My head snaps towards Ronan, and the three of them let out a laugh. I should have known they were sitting out here talking about me all morning. “Relax, Princess. He didn’t say anything. But my room is right next door, and we all know you’re not very quiet.”
I drop my head into my hands. I shouldn’t be embarrassed that they heard us together, but I can’t quite shake the feeling. Finn squeezes my leg, and I peek at him between my fingers, “Angel, don’t you feel ashamed for even a second. We will never make you feel bad for taking what you want or doing what feels good. I promise the three of us are good.”
I take a deep breath and sit up straight in my chair. Mac reaches around and pours a splash of creamer into my mug. I peek back over my shoulder and smile at him. I didn’t even have to ask for it. He just knew. That action alone makes my heart burst.
I’m such a goner.
Mac’s lips meet my neck again, and whispers low enough so I’m the only one who can hear him. “I’m so good with it, I laid in bed all night stroking my dick to the sound of my brother fucking you. Glad I kept those panties of yours.”
