Chapter 12

Ronan and Van have barely spoken, and I can't say I blame Van—what happened was fucked. But if the roles were reversed, and it was Cian, I would have probably killed the bitch once she took the money.

Harper, however, is slowly growing on me, and I no longer hate her. Who the fuck am I kidding? I never hated her—she was just the easiest person to blame when it came to my complicated relationship with Cian. We skirted the lines of friendship for years, but when he drunkenly offered to suck me off, I panicked. I can't lose my best friend, he's the only person who got me through the hard times. He gave me a family, one who actually loves me. I realize now I should never have gone to The Range and started fucking Dylan; it was my twisted way to convince myself I wasn't gay. I wanted to hate it but I didn't. As much as I never believed the hateful shit my family spewed at me, I couldn't help but try to prove them wrong.

As I walk into the kitchen, I'm surprised to find Harper standing over the cooktop making pancakes. It was her first shift back at The Range last night as the woman in charge—or do they call them madams? Fucked if I know. Her booty shakes in time with whatever song she has playing in her head, and with each movement, her ass cheeks peek out from beneath whoever's shirt she is wearing.

My cock hardens beneath my sweats, and I'm momentarily shocked it's for her. I feel guilty—I'm not gay after all. Is it bad that on one hand I hoped I was as a fuck you to my family, but on the other I'm relieved? How fucked up is the fact that apparently not only do I want to face fuck my best friend, but I also wouldn't mind bending his woman over the counter and fucking her ass?

She doesn't hear me come up behind her due to the earbuds in her ears, and I feel her body stiffen when my bare chest is almost touching her back. Plucking an earbud from her ear, I whisper, "Your body is a man's wet dream," as my pointer finger feathers her skin just below her ass cheeks.

Harper pushes her sexy ass back, though I know it's pushing me away rather than to rub against me. I take a small step back, but I'm still too close for her liking, and as she spins around to face me, she holds the spatula out, pressing the corner into my chest.

"I know how my body looks, Darragh, hence the whore job description. But you don't get to touch what doesn't belong to you just because you now see something you like. Plus, you need to sort shit out with Cian. Don't you think you owe him that much?"

"We are not exactly the ‘talk about our feelings' types," I joke.

But her brows furrow as she thinks about what I said, then she smiles. "By the sounds of it, if Cian had any say about it, there would be no talking, especially with his mouth full of cock."

She turns back to her pancakes, and I contemplate her words as I lean back against the kitchen island. "Maybe you're right, but what happens if it all goes south? And where does that leave me? I'm not an O'Brien."

"Do you really think that would happen?" she asks, spinning back around and taking a step toward me, waving that damn spatula around. "You really think Cian would throw you away like used trash because sucking each other's cocks didn't work out? Clearly, you've no idea how good I am in bed."

I smile, as I have an inkling, having heard them fuck her. And so many of those times I wished my big mouth wasn't an issue, or my temper.

Whack

"You are an O'Brien, whether you want to believe it or not. You are family to them—forever. Even I can see that."

Whack

Again, she brings the spatula up to smack against my arm. The sting of the metal hitting me has me smirking at her and my cock coming to life again.

"You might want to stop hitting me—my dick thinks this is foreplay."

Whack

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

Harper laughs as I lunge for the spatula, but she doesn't let go. I twist her arm just enough so her back is flush against my front and the spatula drops to the ground, then I tickle her.

"Stop, I might piss myself," she gasps out around giggles.

"What's that, more foreplay? Damn, and here I thought you hated me."

As I let her go, she jumps back. "I never hated you, Darragh. You're a dick of massive proportions, but I get why you didn't want me around. It seems like none of you have a good history with women and?—"

"Your pussy is like voodoo magic, and it had my family falling at your feet. I thought you would be a gold digger, for sure."

She laughs and picks up the spatula, washing it before pouring more pancakes into the pan.

"Sure, I won't lie. My pussy is good, but I'm no gold digger, and I've always worked for everything I wanted. I didn't ask the guys to pay for anything. Well, except my time at work, but that's on them for visiting me there."

"You're right," I say, and she does a little mocking victory dance, making me laugh. "Okay, you don't need to enjoy this moment so much."

"Somehow I don't believe you ever think you're wrong, so I will relish in my win, thank you very much."

"What's going on in here?" Cian asks, hopping into the kitchen. Honestly, I give him another week in the cast before he cuts it off.

"Oh, nothing," Harper says with an evil twinkle in her eye. "Besides the fact Darragh wants you to suck him off and I have a voodoo pussy."

Cian scratches his head. "I can confirm your pussy is like magic, Sweetheart."

He throws an arm around her and pulls her into his body. His hand vanishes under the shirt she wears and his lips find the crook of her neck as he whispers, "You look amazing in my shirt."

Her eyes fall closed, and his hand moves between her legs. The asshole finger fucks her right in front of me, and like a sick, perverted idiot, I stand there and watch. My cock is so hard against my boxer briefs, I might end up with no circulation.

"Oh fuck, Cian," she moans as he moves faster inside her. Thankfully, the girls stayed with my cousin yesterday since we were all at The Range last night making sure the opening ran smoothly.

She rides out her orgasm, then Cian pulls his fingers from beneath the oversized shirt barely covering what it's supposed to, and she looks at me and winks. The cheeky bitch knew exactly what she was doing. Cian hops forward and reaches his fingers out toward my mouth, and I watch Harper's reaction over his shoulder. Though he doesn't wait for her approval, just wipes her pussy juices against my lips and laughs as he pulls back, but I grab his wrist and stop his movement. A growl vibrates through my chest as I part my lips slowly, and Cian makes eye contact as I slide his fingers into my mouth, sucking her orgasm from them.

When he pulls back, he claps me on my shoulder. The moment is over as soon as Ronan walks into the kitchen, followed by Van. But she tastes so fucking good, and I know I shouldn't have had a damn taste. Now I know how sweet she is, and it will haunt me. I would give anything to have her sit on my face.

"Why does it smell like sex in here?" Ronan asks, and Cian snorts.

"I don't know," I say, leaning back against the island again. "Maybe because Cian finger fucked her?"

Ronan simply nods and takes a seat, while Harper puts plates down in front of everyone. "You didn't have to cook for us," Ronan tells her. "We have a chef come in and precook a lot of food."

"Good, because my skill set is pretty much limited to pancakes and pasta."

"And fucking," Cian boasts, shoving an entire pancake into his mouth.

Van snags Harper's arm as she passes and pulls her into his body. He doesn't even attempt to hide his hand squeezing her ass. "What's your plans for today?"

"Sleep. I didn't exactly get any last night," she says, followed by a giggle.

"It's not my fault you begged me to eat both your pussy and ass before I fucked you," Cian says. "I'm down for some sleep."

"Good," Ronan says. "Van, you're with me today."

Van mumbles something under his breath.

"I have to pick up the girls and take them to a birthday party, some Build-a-Bear shit. Can't I just pay Maddie or Reid to take them?" I gripe.

"No," Harper says. "You need to bond with them, and you can't do it while hiding behind babysitters. Plus, Maddie went to her mom's yesterday, and Reid has the day off."

I see Ronan pull his phone out, no doubt messaging Maddie. He worries too much about the girl; she isn't his responsibility. He paid her father well when he worked for the family, and though he lost his life, her mother was well compensated, even if she has now wasted the money. Maddie refuses charity, and it's why Ronan has secretly funded a scholarship for her to attend university, because she won't touch the blood money she inherits when she turns twenty-one.

"Fine, but if someone dies, it's not my fault."

"You're not killing anyone. The girls need to make friends, even if it's with the filthy rich."

I laugh. She can tell me not to kill anyone, but I make no promises.