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It has been an incredible day, not that I had expected any less. I’ve heard plenty of people talk about their wedding day and how special it was, but I never thought I would experience one myself. I certainly didn’t think I’d be sharing it with the four hottest and most amazing men to ever walk this earth. Our honeymoon for now is a long weekend in our beautiful house on the lake, but we didn’t want to be away from the city any longer because Aunt Em, Aoife and Noel, along with their four month old son, Archie, are visiting from Ireland and we don’t want to be away from them for too long. We have two weeks in a villa in the Caribbean booked for a month from now, and I cannot wait for that, but in the meantime I’m happy here with my boys.
We waved Em, Aoife and the boys off a few moments earlier. Shane did offer them the use of a couple of bedrooms for the night, seeing as we are only likely to be using one of them, but thankfully they politely declined.
Now it’s just me and my four husbands. They chat amongst themselves and I busy myself clearing some of the glasses and plates we have used. Suddenly the room is quiet and when I look up I see the four of them staring at me, their eyes roaming over my body with such desire that I feel like my panties are about to melt off me.
“What is it?” I whisper.
Mikey chews on his lip while the other three continue to stare at me.
“I think we’re all thinking the same thing, Jessie,” Shane growls.
“And what’s that?” I breathe.
“Which one of us gets to be the first to fuck Mrs. Ryan,” he replies with a wicked glint in his eye.
Dear God!
“We could let Jessie decide?” Liam suggests.
“No,” I shake my head. “I can’t choose between the four of you.”
“How about we settle this like we used to when we were younger?” Shane offers with a grin.
Conor frowns. “With an arm wrestle?”
“You got any better ideas?” Shane shrugs as he starts to remove his suit jacket.
“Fine by me,” Mikey grins as he does the same and the next minute Conor and Liam are taking theirs off too.
“You’re seriously going to arm wrestle to decide this?” I fold my arms across my chest and glare at them.
Mikey winks at me. “Yes. And we know you think it’s hot really, Red, having the four of us competing for you.”
The heat flooding my core confirms he’s right. “Well, yeah. But I’m worried this is going to get a little competitive.”
Conor sidles up to me, running his hand over my ass and planting a soft kiss on my shoulder. “Oh, it’s about to get very fucking competitive, Angel,” he chuckles before he walks into the middle of the room and starts arranging the furniture with Mikey and Liam for their impromptu tournament.
“How about Liam and Mikey go first?” Shane suggests.
“Fine by me,” Liam nods. “I’ll get rid of my toughest competition first round before I deal with you two old timers.”
“You’re pretty cocky for a kid who was taught everything you know by these two ‘old timers,’” Conor says with an arch of his eyebrows before he throws a sofa cushion at Liam’s head.
“Let’s just get down to business, eh?” Mikey says as he takes a seat. Liam laughs as he takes a seat opposite him. Conor hovers beside them, making sure they are going to fight fair. I watch in twisted fascination as the two of them prepare to arm wrestle and I’m so distracted that I hardly notice Shane isn’t anywhere near his brothers but is now standing beside me. As Liam and Mikey grip each other’s hands, he hoists me over his shoulder, making me yelp in surprise and then he runs out of the room and towards the stairway.
“Shane!” I half shriek, half laugh as he starts to take the stairs two at a time.
He slaps my ass and laughs to himself as his brothers start shouting after us. “Shane! You cheating asshole!” I can hear the sound of furniture being pushed over and their feet on the wooden floor as they run after us. Shane runs into our bedroom and sets me down on my feet before he locks the door behind us. Then he turns to me with pure fire and lust in his eyes. “Take the dress off, sweetheart. Right now,” he growls as he steps towards me, backing me towards the bed.
I reach behind and undo the zipper as he starts to undress too. “You cheated.” I arch an eyebrow at him.
“I play to win, sweetheart. By any means necessary.”
The sound of his brothers banging on the door distracts me and I look over his shoulder.
“Open the fucking door, Shane!” Conor shouts.
“You fucking cheat!” Mikey adds while the three of them try and punch and kick their way through. The doors in this house are solid oak, but they are no match for three angry Ryans.
