Chapter 13

Returning to The Range has been amazing. I never knew how much I needed to be around the friends I have made at work, but they have become such an important part of my life I don't think I could live without them now.

Dylan struts into my new office and flops down into the chair opposite my desk. "How long do you think your babysitters will be here for?"

I chuckle at that. The Range has been reopened for two weeks, and every shift I am here, one of them is with me. "Honestly, most likely forever. They want me to feel safe."

"They look at me like they want to kill me. Harp, I'm one sneeze away from death."

"I will talk to them. How's your night going?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"Good, I have a booking an hour. Oh, I remember why I came to find you... Cian is in the break room."

I raise a brow at him, not understanding why that's a problem—I know he and Cian get along.

Dylan laughs. "He may have told me to keep my mouth shut, so you didn't hear it from me, but he is sawing his cast off with a serrated knife."

"You could have led with that information." I sigh and push out of my chair.

Dylan shrugs. "I had to give the man a fighting chance. He's had a chopstick wedged down the thing all night, complaining it's itchy. Also, if I'm honest, I want to see how gross his leg is underneath."

Shaking my head at Dylan, I storm out of my office and up the hallway to the break room. As I push the door open, Cian looks up at me like a deer in headlights and smiles widely. His cast is ninety percent sawed through and he moves the knife a few more times, and it falls off.

"Seriously?" I ask, exasperated, and he nods.

"I'm done with it. I didn't want it on in the first place and it was so fucking itchy. It wouldn't be the first broken bone I've left to heal on its own."

"Ew, gross," Dylan says, moving past me and squatting down next to Cian. "And it smells so bad! Harper, come smell it."

"No, thank you. Cian, let's shower the funk off your leg in my office—people need to eat in here. Since you are so fascinated by it all, Dylan, you can take the cast outside to the garbage."

Dylan pushes to his feet with the cast in hand. "Fine, but you better service the man now that he can shower without a plastic bag on his leg."

"What he said," Cian adds with a laugh.

Cian stands tentatively, testing if he can put his weight on his leg. When he deems he can, he smirks and wiggles his brows.

I only shake my head ruefully, turn my back on his antics, and head back to my office. I know he is following, as he runs commentary on my ass in my work outfit. We all decided I would wear shorts or my leather pants to work to avoid someone being murdered if they mistook me for one of the working girls rather than the manager.

The door to my office closes after I walk in, but Cian doesn't engage the lock. No one will dare enter without knocking if the door is closed, unless it's one of the guys. Tonight we are in the clear, as Ronan is off with Sullivan doing something I'm not privy to yet, and Darragh is with the girls until Reid arrives. Then he plans to swing by to convince me to do some self-defense.

We have switched training around to better fit our schedules. Much to Ronan's disgust, we couldn't make daily dinners, so now we have a once-a-week compulsory dinner we eat together as a family. Every time I think of the word family, my heart warms. Knowing I have one almost makes me want to cry.

In the bathroom attached to my office, I hear the water start, followed by Cian hollering that he has a surprise for me. I know exactly what his surprise is. And as I walk into the bathroom, let's say I am not even slightly surprised to find his hard cock is in his hand as he slowly strokes it.

Kicking off my heels and unclipping my booty shorts, I'm left standing there in a see-through bodysuit. I'm glad it was Cian who came to work with me tonight—Ronan might have gone ballistic if he could see my nipples through the material, knowing other men could see them as well. Nudity comes naturally to me, and I have never been ashamed of my body. Men walk around shirtless every day and their nipples are not an issue, but because women's are attached to some fatty lumps—small ones, in my case—it's treated different.

"Fuck! You are breathtaking."

His words make me smile. How weird is it? I know I'm attractive, but when these Irish bastards say it, I feel like preening like a damn fucking male peacock.

Slipping one strap over my shoulder, I smile at him. He motions with his finger for me to come closer, and I do. He is now close enough he can reach out and run his thumb over my erect nipple. The sensation has my eyes closing, and I only open them when I feel his other hand between my legs, unsnapping the buttons holding the bodysuit together.

"One-handed, baby," he gloats. I slap his hand away and remove the bodysuit altogether. His eyes roam over my naked body. "Hmm, landing strip, that's new."

I chuckle. Yesterday was waxing day, and I wanted to try something different.

He grabs my arm and pulls me through the water, pressing the front of my body against the tiles. His lips kiss and nip at my skin as his hands slide down my waist and over the arch of my hips.

"Do you want to know what I dreamed about last night?" he asks with a lick up my neck, and I moan I do. "I fucked you and filled your little cunt with my cum. Then Darragh walked in, and I dropped to my knees and invited him to join us. He stormed into the room and pulled me to my feet by my hair and dragged me to the bed, where he laid us down and told you to come sit on his face so he could eat my cum from you while I sucked his cock for the first time."

Fuck, yes. I know Darragh is a dick, but for the last month, we have mostly gotten along. I would even go as far as saying we are friends. Most people probably wouldn't have forgiven him for what he did, and maybe I am making excuses, but he is a complicated man. He needed to see I'm not after their money or setting out to fuck them over like so many have in the past.

"That sounds hot," I pant out as his cock presses against my hole, the tip pushing inside. My greedy cunt clenches, trying to suck him inside and needing him to move. I push my ass out and he places a hand on my lower back as he thrusts deep inside me, causing my walls to clamp around his cock. "Fuck, Cian, please fuck me!"

Everything with him is hard and fast. He fucks like he lives his life, and I'm completely here for it. I part my legs more so I can bend further, getting a better angle as he fucks me harder. The only thing between me and smashing my head against the tiles is my arm, but with each thrust, my head is forced against my forearm and the water beats down above us.

"Who does this sweet cunt belong to?"

"Right now, it belongs to you, so fuck me harder," I beg. "Fuck me until I can't stand."

"And what happens to any man who touches what's mine?"

"Oh, god," I moan as my orgasm builds.

"Not God, but close. Now answer my question."

Closing my eyes so I can center myself and stop from exploding all over his cock, I answer his question. "You will gut them and strangle them with their intestines," I gasp out.

"You're mine, Harper. Now come all over my cock and show me who you belong to."

I do as he says, letting go of my orgasm and spasming around him. He knows now he has started this hedonistic pleasure, he has to finish it—and one won't be enough.

"Cian!" I scream as he fills me, his cock jerking inside me.

After a few final thrusts, he steps back, and his cock sliding out of me has me feeling empty. I need more. Being able to hyperfocus on my own orgasms can be a blessing and a curse because to feel satisfied I need them back-to-back until I squirt, and he damn well knows it.

"Get that perfect ass out of the shower, then I want to see you laid out on your desk."

His hand comes down on my ass, and the sting has my lady boner ready to blow as soon as she is shown attention. I almost want to put my hand between my legs to get my second orgasm going, but I don't because I love to torture myself a little these days. Gone are the days of carrying toys in my handbag—what's the point when there's always a dick available?

Cian watches as I step out of the shower and cuts off the water as I leave the bathroom.

My desk is a mess of folders and paperwork that I need to read. Though we don't keep physical records—everything is digital—I prefer to print and read all the important contracts before signing anything. It's hard to trust people I don't know, and a lot of the suppliers are men, who I have the biggest trust issues about.

I swipe them all to the floor and lie back on my desk, with my legs spread, facing the bathroom. With no self-control left, I push myself up on one elbow and slide my other hand down between my legs. I let my fingers lightly slide over my sensitive clit before moving them lower, pushing them inside my pussy and scissoring them to mix Cian's cum. I love the feeling of knowing a part of him is still inside me. Having the contraceptive bar in my arm gives me the reassurance there is next to no chance of getting pregnant, and that I won't be like Jordyn and end up accidentally knocked up. I never understood why she chose the pill—way too many variables for my liking.

Cian steps out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. The man is a walking snack, and he fucking knows it. He is sexy in a scrappy way—beautiful face, amazing body, but he looks down to fuck you up at a moment's notice.

"Now this is how I want to be greeted every time I walk into a room."

Pulling my fingers from my pussy, I smirk before bringing them to my mouth and sucking our combined orgasms from them. Cian crosses the room and stands at the edge of the desk before bending down and bringing his mouth to mine. I instantly part my lips and his tongue slips inside. He moans when I suck his tongue, but the greedy bastard isn't stealing our pleasure when he didn't ask first.

He pulls back slowly, and I let his tongue go.

"Dessert for breakfast," he says with a soft laugh, moving his head down between my legs, licking at my clit slowly with the tip of his tongue. Every time he does, it sends a jolt of pleasure to my core and my second orgasm builds. Back-to-back orgasms can be a curse for some but not for me. Once I reach one, the rest are handed out like I'm fucking Oprah—you get an orgasm, and you get another orgasm—it's fucking amazing.

Twisting my hands into Cian's hair, I shove his face into my pussy. If he thinks he can tease me, he is mistaken. I grind hard against his face, and his nose perfectly rubs my clit, sending me spiraling into another orgasm. My back arches from the desk as I scream his name, and it echoes around the office. I ride out the waves of pleasure, my back hitting the desk and my chest heaving as I catch my breath. But Cian doesn't stop. Instead, he grabs my legs and pulls my ass to the edge of the desk. He drops his towel and lines his cock up, the slow push inside causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head as he pulls my legs up over his shoulders and rotates his hips. I'm hyperaware of the way his cock moves inside me, and somehow—unlike any other man—these Irish men know where my G-spot is found. Cian deliberately pulls his cock back to glide against it, slowly rubbing the head right over it, again and again.

"Tell me how much you love my cock," he groans, gripping my legs as he thrusts into me.

"I fucking love your cock," I pant. "The way it fills every inch of me. It's a magnificent cock."

That's all he needed to hear, and he pounds into me hard and fast. My screams echo around the room, and I'm surprised security hasn't run in here to save me because it sounds like someone is being murdered. Well, someone kind of is—my fucking cervix as he smashes into me.

Sweat lines his brow as he moves my legs back, testing how much he can bend me—the answer is like a fucking pretzel. My legs go right back near my head and the onslaught doesn't end until my body is flush with sweat and my walls clamp tight around him, Cian's name falls from my lips, and he growls from deep in his chest as he fills me with his cum once more.

Untwisting my body as he steps back, I don't move from my prone position on the desk as I catch my breath. Cian picks up his towel and wipes between my legs.

The door handle twists, and Cian throws the towel turned cum rag over my body, making me chuckle.

Darragh pokes his head into the room with a smirk. "Thank god you're finally done. You need to hide me. Dylan's booking is late, and he keeps following me. I don't want to kill him, but I will," he says as he slips through the door and locks it.

Sitting up, I let the towel drop to the floor, revealing my body. It's nothing he hasn't seen before.

"Fuck, Harper, are you trying to kill me? I'm horny as a motherfucker since I stopped fucking Dylan, and now you want to parade around naked?"

I turn to face him, taking a step toward him. "First, this is my office, and if I want to be naked, I fucking will. Second, you came in here. And third, no one told you to stop fucking him—that one is on you."

I stop right in front of him, and his dark eyes lock with mine as he wraps his tattooed hand around my neck. I hear Cian clear his throat, and I hold my hand up so he knows I'm fine. Darragh no longer scares me; his bark is way worse than his bite when it comes to me.

"First," he says, mimicking me, "you wouldn't have this office if it wasn't for us. Yes, us because it is my money as well."

He moves us backward, and his grip is loose, so I'm not scared, but it's still tight enough my air is restricted. "Second, I never said I had an issue with you being naked. And third, I had to stop fucking him because two pain-in-the-ass blondes were making my cock hard, and I now can't decide which one I want to fuck first."

The bottom of my ass hits my desk as Darragh leans over me. "So when either of them says the word?—"

"Word," I interrupt him in a whisper. "You want us so badly, then take us," I say, sliding my ass back onto the desk. Cian chuckles; he knows what I'm doing. "We are both here."

I lean back further, and he lets my neck go as I spread my legs.

"Fuck," he says, running his hand over his chin and looking to the side to find Cian, who only nods. With the silent prompt of his friend, Darragh places his hands on either side of my waist and dives headfirst between my legs. His tongue plunges straight inside me, as if to prove he has no issue tasting his best friend's cum.

Cian moves closer to Darragh, who momentarily pulls back to look up at his best friend.

"What are you waiting for? My cock won't suck itself."

He doesn't wait for Cian's reply; he dives back between my legs and eats my pussy like a starved man, and he is fucking good. Nothing beats Sullivan and his beard between my legs, but this man knows his way around.

Pushing up on my elbows, I watch Cian get to his knees, and the sound of Darragh's jeans has disappointment flaring in my gut when I can't see what is going on below the desk. Darragh hums against my cunt, and I close my eyes, imagining Cian sucking his length deep into the back of his throat.

Darragh focuses on my clit and his finger fills the void of his tongue. Stars instantly dance across my vision as he curls his fingers, rubbing them against my G-spot. The warmth in my stomach builds fast—he doesn't know me sexually and that going straight to the source is surefire way to make me cum in two-point-five seconds.

"OH FUCK!" I scream. The overwhelming urge to piss is a sign he will need a fucking wet suit to survive this, and I smirk to myself. "Now is the time to use your mouth."

He must understand because his mouth replaces his fingers as I let go. A mumbled holy fuck is all I hear as my body slumps back against the table once more.

"Oh no, we are not done here yet," he says, pulling me into a sitting position as Cian pops up beside me with a wink. "I want that ass. Cian on the table."

Darragh helps me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist while Cian takes my place. "My desk," I complain. All our combined weight will break it, but Darragh only laughs.

"This thing was imported from Australia. Trust me, this wood can take a beating."

I nod—since when do I take Darragh's word for things?—but the desk is massive as fuck and totally out of place for the new updates. I love it even more now.

"Now lube my cock up with your juices or I will go in raw."

Excitement trembles through my bones—I'm always down for a little pain, and I'm not new to anal, though lube would be preferable. The tip of his cock pushes inside me while we are still standing, and my eyes go wide; the asshole has a piercing he didn't tell me about. He holds all my body weight as I grind against him down to his base, while his barbell hits all the right places, and I'm already needing another release. When he deems his cock wet enough, he slides me off and places me on my feet.

"Climb up onto him and sit on his dick. I want to see you from behind."

I do as he asks and straddle Cian's waist.

"Are you okay with this?" he whispers, and I nod as I impale myself on his length. Darragh moves behind me and lifts my hips, sliding me up and down his best friend's cock.

"Fuck, that's hot," he says, rubbing his dick against my ass. The sound of him spitting has my core clenching around Cian.

"Good girl, look at your greedy ass trying to take my cock. You're a whore for both our cocks, and you want us to fill you so full of our cum you can taste it."

"Oh god, please fuck me."

Darragh puts a hand on my back and gently pushes my body into Cian's, who brings his lips to mine, engaging me in a dirty kiss. Darragh then slowly thrusts his head into my tight hole, but stops, letting me adjust to the burn. "You're so fucking tight, and I can feel Cian's cock against mine. Look how good you are taking us both."

His praise distracts me as he pushes past the wall of muscle trying to keep him out. "We are both going to fuck you now until your body can't take any more."

"Fuck yes!" I yell as they both move, working to find a steady rhythm. My body tingles with pleasure, filled with cocks, hands stroking all over me, and it's almost a sensory overload.

"You're such a filthy little slut, can you feel your ass stretching for me? Listen to that sound, you're fucking soaking wet, dripping for us."

"Oh fuck," Cian says. "I can feel her juices dripping down my balls. I'm going to come."

Darragh stops moving while Cian grips my hips, and his nails dig into my skin. "Fuuuck."

Both Cian and I come together.

"I can feel you coming for us. Cian hold her still."

Darragh moves again while I sit on Cian's now flaccid dick, and he fucks my ass hard and fast. Another orgasm hits me, and I ride the wave as Darragh roars with his own orgasm. His cock twitches in my ass as he leans over me, resting his heaving body on top of mine. We lie there for a few seconds to recover until Darragh sighs.

"I'm going to pull out now."

Once he does, he pulls me off Cian and scoops me into his arms, cradling my body to his. "Let's get you on the sofa to rest for a minute."

I nod against him. I don't know if what happened between us is a good thing, but I hope this helps them sort out what is going on between them.Darragh lays me on the sofa and pulls the throw blanket over my body.

"Thank you," he whispers as he places a kiss on my temple. My eyes fall closed, and my body is spent. I should regret what just happened, but I don't. I swear I must fall asleep with a smile on my face.