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A gasp tore through me at the impact, pulsing out from head to toe, and for a moment I could swear I saw stars. Leaning forward, he stilled inside me long enough to whisper, “Remind me of your safe word.”
“Whiskey,” I breathed.
“Remember to use that,” he reminded me. “If you want me to stop.”
“Don’t stop.”
Kiernan chuckled, his breath hot on my skin, sending a wave of goose bumps down my body. Then he began to move. Sending me spiraling into delirium. He was nothing like Seamus, whose slow and steady manner had all but unhinged me long before he gave me any relief. Kiernan held nothing back from the start. He was a wildfire compared to Seamus’s slow burn. His thrusts were hard and swift, pushing me forward even as I arched back into him. My body had scarcely recovered from Seamus’s lovemaking, and Kiernan’s assault on my senses was all the more intense for it.
The combination of our positioning and his pierced cock had him reaching depths and flicking on nerves I’d never known existed before now. These two Irish mobsters had torn me out of the vanilla sex I’d always known and thrust me into their kinky, hot fucking, and I loved it. Each time with them was something new and exciting. Kiernan’s aggressive rhythm set every nerve on fire, jarring me all the way down to my bones.
I reached out with desperate hands for something to hold on to. My fingers latched around Seamus’s wrist, the nails biting into his skin as my free hand twisted the bed sheets in my fist.
The restraint Kiernan seemed to always have while his brother fucked me had snapped, leaving something far more animalistic behind. His kink had always been watching, I’d seen as much when he watched me get myself off, and I briefly wondered if it was because it added fuel to the fire he already had burning him alive.
He bowed close to me again, kissing the nape of my neck, his fingers tightening at my hip. He reached to lock his hand in the one that I had still clutching at the bed sheets as he pounded into me.
I let my eyes fall shut, my bottom lip caught between my teeth, biting down hard before my mouth fell open. I gasped and panted, my breathing becoming short and ragged. Seamus leaned forward, his lips pressing to mine, the taste of him familiar and safe.
He was hard again; I could feel the length of him pressing my leg. He didn’t break my grip on his wrist, simply moved his hand to his cock while I held on. There was nothing slow or deliberate about it now, pumping from base to tip and tightening his fist urgently, the motion traveling up my arm. I opened my eyes to find his locked on mine. His hand moved faster as he hurried to finish with us—me and his twin.
I was about to lose my fucking mind. Seamus was beating off while Kiernan fucked me senseless from behind. This was them groveling. Asking for forgiveness. Words were one thing, but the way they caressed me. Looked at me. Their actions meant more than any pretty prose they could spit my way.
We were breaking down a barrier together. A wall of distrust that had been built between the three of us. One I knew would take time to fully pull down. I loved them; there was no doubt about that. I thought maybe I knew it that first week they pretty much held me captive. Again, I was pretty sure I was dick drunk.
Even with my freedom, though, that feeling never ceased. It was still there, buried among the hurt and pain the gala auction had caused.
Now we were healing in the one way we all knew how to.
Kiernan’s lips brushed against my ear, his voice harsh and gravelly, his accent just a bit thicker as he whispered, “Scream, Bailey.”
“Scream our names, wildcat,” his twin agreed, the words forceful and demanding.
As if my body had been waiting for their command, it surrendered. I buried my face in the mattress to muffle the sounds. Kiernan growled in discontent and seized a handful of my hair, forcing my head back as ecstasy exploded again in a chain fire, breaking anew with every breath and motion. It was more than I could contain. And I couldn’t help but obey, releasing the screams they wanted from me, the sound echoing wildly throughout the room.
Kiernan clutched me tighter, pinning me down as he drove harder to ride out his own climax. I moved with him, his thrusts rough and relentless as he came with a groan and a curse. He released his grip on my hip and rolled onto his back.
I lay on my side, the two men on either side of me, our chests rising and falling rapidly as we struggled to catch our breath. My stomach was wet with Seamus’s cum. He’d come at the same time Kiernan had, with my hand on his wrist the entire time.
“Keep that up, boys, and you’ll be forgiven in no time,” I teased. The twins chuckled, slightly breathless.
“We are sorry, wildcat.” Seamus sighed, his voice raw and desperate. “We never meant for any of that to happen.”
“And you have to know,” Kiernan pulled me into him, fitting his body around mine, “you have to know that nothing I said was true.”
My throat bobbed, tears clinging to the corners of my eyes. “I know that now,” I assured him. It was a struggle to keep from crying. “But nothing happened like you said it would. I thought you’d both lied to me. Used me. Can’t blame a girl.” I shrugged a shoulder.
“They already knew, wildcat,” Seamus explained as he ran a hand up and down my arm soothingly. “We didn’t have all the information like we thought we did. We might not have known each other long before that night, but we cared about you. Our plan had been to ransom you back to your father, but we would never have put you in a situation like that, even if we hadn’t fallen for you.”
“We love you.” Kiernan kissed my neck.
“Pretty sure he’s loved you since the moment you broke his nose,” Seamus joked. “I know I fell in love with you for that.”
Laughter spilled from my lips.
“I love you both too.”
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