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Finn takes a step forward, and I turn my hand and move my finger in a “come here” motion. He raises his brows and tilts his head to the side, his expression saying, “You sure this is a game you want to play?”
Ohhh, but I do.
I give him the same look back, and he relents, moving until he’s standing in front of me. Once we’re toe to toe, I point my finger at the ground. Knowing what I’m asking of him, he stills. His jaw clenches and I listen to him inhale and exhale a sharp breath. For a moment, I wonder if he’ll deny me. But my doubts are pushed to the side when he drops to his knees.
A wave of pleasure pools at my core, and my chest heats at the gesture. This isn’t a small feat, not when it comes to Finn. Especially considering Mac and Ronan are in the same room. I cup his bearded jaw in my hand and bend forward until my closed lips brush against his. Knowing that the whiskey is still in my mouth and because they all can read my thoughts clear as day, he opens his mouth. Slowly, I let the whiskey spill from my mouth and into his.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I’m not sure which one of the brother’s deep Irish accents that was, but their groans of approval send shivers down my spine. My eyes don’t stray from Finn’s, though, as the last of the whiskey falls from my mouth. When it does, he doesn’t move, and he doesn’t close his mouth.
Holy shit. He’s actually waiting for me to tell him what to do.
“Swallow,” I tell him, my tone soft yet commanding.
Finn’s mouth closes, and he swallows the mouthful of whiskey. Once he does, his tongue licks his full lips. “Fucking delicious.”
“You lucky fuck,” Mac says from his spot behind Finn.
“You know what else is delicious?” Finn reaches up and fists the front of my lace panties.
I shake my head, already knowing what he’s going to do. “Finn, no. These are one of my favorite pairs.”
“Yeah. You’re done telling me what to do, Angel.” With one hard yank, he rips the delicate lace right off my body. He then grabs the glass from my hand and hands it over the shoulder to Ronan, who doesn’t even set it down anywhere and instead just throws it across the room.
“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you break one of those glasses without wanting to wrap your hand around someone’s neck,” his brother mocks.
Ronan’s bright blue eyes stare into mine. “Who said that wasn’t my plan?”
While I’m distracted by Ronan’s devious threat, Finn’s tongue touches my pussy. He drags it through my folds, and my head tips back, loving the feeling of his mouth on me. Entirely too soon, he pulls away. “Tastes even better than the alcohol.”
Just as I’m about to reach out and grab a handful of his blonde hair to guide his head back, his hands grip my waist. In one fluid motion, he stands, lifts me from the ground, and throws me back onto my bed.
Finn crawls between my legs and plasters his body against mine. I melt into the bed, reveling in the weight of him on top of me. Finn kisses me hard. My mouth opens immediately for him, and I lap up the taste of whiskey on his tongue.
The moment is over all too soon when Finn tears his lips from mine. “Tell us what you want, Angel.”
“I thought you said I was done telling you what to do.”
Finn grips my jaw in his hand. “You are. But even though you aren’t in charge here, it doesn’t mean we won’t give you what you want. So, I can either take my sweet time finding out, or you can be a good girl and just tell me right now.”
“I want you all to make me come. Then I want you to come.”
Mac walks along the side of his bed, now naked, trailing his hand from my ankle, past my waist, along my stomach, and over my breast. The featherlight touch makes me lift my hips against Finn. “Where do you want our come, Mo Grá?”
“Inside me. I want all of your come inside me.” I moan when Mac pinches my nipple.
Ronan, also beautifully naked, walks along the other side of the bed, his touch identical to his brothers. “You like that, Baby? You like when we all come inside you? When we mark that pretty skin with our mouths and hands? When you’re so full of us, there isn’t an inch of you that isn’t ours?”
“Fuuuuck. Yes. Yes. Fuck yes.”
Finn kisses me again, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth hard enough that the spark of pain pools into a wave of pleasure. “Such a good fucking girl.”
Finn sits back on his knees, and Ronan’s mouth takes his place. Where Finn’s kiss is sure and ruthless, Ronan’s is commanding and intense. And when Mac takes over, his are slow and steady. Each kiss is so different, but they all light my body on fire. One isn’t better than the other, and I could never live without each of them. “You all make me so happy.”
Finn stands at the foot of the bed while Ronan lays on his back beside me. “Come here, Baby.”
Without hesitation, I roll over and straddle his waist. Ronan reaches up and sweeps my hair across my back so it’s all hanging off to one side. He cups the other side of my face and strokes my cheek with his thumb. Mirroring him, I do the same. He slides his hand down my arm, grabs my wrist, and brings my palm to his lips. He places one kiss after another over the signet ring on my thumb. “I love you, Baby.”
“And I love you, Baby.”
