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“Now, we both claim you.” Seamus nipped my ear while his fingers probed the tight ring of my ass. “Together.”
I’d barely come back to myself before he surged forward, burying his dick balls deep in my ass.
“Seamus!” I screamed his name as the air whooshed from my lungs. My nails bit into Kiernan’s shoulder as the force of Seamus entering me triggered another orgasm. Then they began to fuck me, to really fuck me, and with one cock in my pussy and one cock in my ass, I lost myself between them.
“That’s right, good girl.” Kiernan’s words were heated and heavy. “Take us both like the dirty little whore you are.”
“Kiernan.” His name was a long, throaty moan. Kiernan sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, his thrusts stuttering as he sank closer to his own release. Seamus turned my face to the side, kissing me deeply, his tongue devouring me like it was the last taste he’d ever get. The brothers sucked, kissed, and nipped at me until I gave them one last orgasm, with the two of them right behind me.
I winced as Seamus slowly removed his softening member from my ass. My eyelids were already starting to droop shut as he lifted me off his brother and laid me down beside him. Kiernan caressed my hair gently, speaking in a muted voice as Seamus cleaned me like he had so many nights before.
Sleep was approaching, but I fought it back, blinking rapidly to keep it at bay as thoughts of what was to come flooded my mind. The brothers must have felt the sudden stiffness in my body, because they immediately surrounded me.
What if something happens to them? What if I lose them?
“You will never lose us, wildcat. No matter what, we will always find you,” Seamus whispered as he snuggled in behind me, the heat of his body providing a safe, warm cocoon, with Kiernan at my front.
“Sleep,ár shíorghrá.”
Something in the way he said those words weighed heavily on my tired soul. I didn’t know much about the Irish language, but I knew a whispered profession when I heard it.
Something about tonight had changed things for us. There was no going back from here. This connection, whatever it was between us, wasn’t something I could just walk away from. I would always want them. Always need them. Together. Because having just one of them would be like having half of my heart. The other half would simply be dead and broken.
23
Iwatched as she drove away.
We should have been going after her and forgetting this idea. Forget that we came up with the idea for her to spy on her father and become a thief in her own house. It was too much of a risk. For her and us.
A niggle of doubt rolled up my spine and clenched on to the stem of my brain, holding tight. Anxiety slithered underneath my skin. What if she was lying? We were placing a great deal of trust in her to fulfill her end of the deal without turning on us.
That was where it all hinged. We could make do without the information, but if she turned on us, it could end up being our undoing. She only had four days to get what we needed. We’d spent the last three training her, but that wasn’t enough. I’d had men who had spent their entire lives training, and they still ended up with holes riddled through their bodies.
Clenching my jaw, I turned away from the window. It had been better not to say goodbye. Pain pulsed around my heart knowing what would happen in just a few nights. Everything was set. The pieces on the chessboard were all in place. The pawns ready to be sacrificed. This was what we had to do. Crowe was involved in a lot more than just what we had shown Bailey.
We knew he was backing Christian Ward. He was the one who had set up the FBI sting at Matthias and Ava’s wedding. He’d arranged for my sister to be taken. There was no way our family could let that stand. He’d made us the enemy for far too long, and it was time to strike back. If Richard Crowe wanted to play with the sharks, we would show him our teeth.
Blood had been spilled in the water.
“She’s gone.” My brother’s cold tone filtered from the back of the room. He’d voiced his dissent about the plan several times, but that wasn’t enough to stop the train we’d already set in motion.
“You knew this was the plan, Seamus,” I reminded him, my gaze still fixated on where her car had left the parking garage. She’d hesitated at the entrance, as if she wanted to change her mind and turn back. I would have let her, but it was for the best that she kept driving.
“Funny how you’re suddenly so on board with something that you vehemently disagreed with just a few days ago.”
Sighing, I turned to face my twin. His tired eyes were drawn with sadness and regret and wreathed in dark sleepless circles. I doubt I looked any better. We’d tossed and turned the entire night, taking turns waking Bailey in the middle of the night to take her once again. Sometimes together. Other times separate.
Seamus had the opportunity to build a better rapport with our little captive. While he’d been training her in Krav Maga, I’d been busy plotting and planning. The board she’d seen had barely broken the surface of what we had in store for Crowe.
“It’s better this way.”
We can’t keep her.
Even if I wished we could.
“For who?” Seamus snarled. “Not for her. And sure as hell not for us. I know I’m not the only one who felt that connection, Kier. You did too.”
That was the problem.
