Chapter 18

"Fuck yes, right there, don't stop," I demand as Ronan thrusts deep inside me, one of my legs thrown over his shoulder. They are learning quickly they shouldn't start something they can't finish, and luckily for me, if one wants a quickie before they need to leave, they can easily find a volunteer willing to tag in and finish the job. Maybe Jordyn is right; I needed a harem of men to keep up with my sex drive. So many men talk a big game, but they can't keep up or the novelty wears off. Now I'm no longer a mattress actress, so my men better hope they didn't write any checks their dicks can't cash.

Ronan is learning—he woke me up with his head between my legs, and the promise of three orgasms before he has to leave. There is something going down at the docks, and he wants to be there early to oversee it all. I'm on a need-to-know basis and the less I know, the better right now with the cops and Feds hanging around.

"Oh god, oh god. Fuck, I'm right there... Fuck, Ronan!" I scream the last part as my body spasms.

Ronan comes with me, then leans down to press a kiss to my forehead before pushing off me.

"Hey, that was only two orgasms. I was promised three."

Ronan chuckles as his door opens and a sleepy Sullivan walks into the room shirtless. He yawns, scoops me from the bed, and I wave goodbye to Ronan. He walks us out into the hallway and down into his room, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Did I hear someone being needy?" he says with a smile as he drops me onto his bed. Sullivan climbs in next to me, and while his eyes are barely able to stay open, his cock is rock hard. "You need to ride me, Love, while my brain processes it's still dark outside, but the asshole still woke you up to fuck."

I laugh as I roll, throwing my leg over his waist and leaning down to press a kiss on his pecs. He hums as I descend his body, past his navel, and down the snail trail of hair that leads to the goods. Pulling his sleep pants back, I lick my lips when his erect cock springs free.

"You have a really pretty cock," I whisper against his head, sticking my tongue out to run across the tip and watching his body tremble as I close my mouth around him.

"I take it back," he rumbles with a chuckle. "Ronan is a fucking genius. This is the best way to wake up."

I smile around him as I take his length all the way down my throat. "Enough of that," he says, pulling me up his chest. "I won't last long if it feels like you are swallowing me whole."

He settles me on his body, so my wet heat touches the length of his cock, and I grind against him. Reaching between us, I guide him to the entrance of my pussy and slide down slowly until he is fully sheathed.

"Take it slow so I don't die before breakfast."

"Like this," I ask as I rock my body gently forward, slowly gliding my wet pussy up his hard dick, right to the tip, before sliding leisurely back down.

"Fuck, yes, just like that," he says, gripping my hips with enough pressure his fingers dig into the skin. I press my hands into his pecs as I move a little faster, chasing my next release.

My moans fill the air and Sullivan's fingers dig harder into my skin. The door bangs against the wall, but I don't stop. Through the process of elimination, I know it has to be Cian. Darragh wouldn't be stupid enough to come into Sullivan's room while we are fucking; he would get a bullet to the head.

"Fuck yes, I knew I could hear breakfast being served."

"Fuck off," Sullivan grunts.

"No way, man," he says, closing the door. "I'm hungry—flip her over. I will eat her while you fuck her from behind. I promise I don't even care if your balls bounce against my head."

I laugh at Cian as I rock against Sullivan, who finally grumbles out, "Okay, but if you so much as try to tickle my nuts, I will shit in your pillowcase."

Sullivan lifts me by the waist, and I move next to him as he rolls. "On your hands and knees, Love," he directs me with a light slap to my ass.

I catch a glimpse of Cian stripping out of his clothes and within seconds he is on the bed as Sullivan pulls me back by my legs.

Cian lays with his legs up on the headboard while he runs a hand over his face. "I even shaved your seat for you last night."

I giggle as I maneuver my pussy above his face and Sullivan angles me so he can thrust slowly inside me.

I am a pro and don't hover—if Cian can't breathe, that's a him problem, and he will have to tap out. It's possible he will have to because when he sucks my clit into his mouth, his nose is really close to Sullivan's cock; in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he can feel Cian's exhale from his nose onto his balls, he is that close.

"You have nice balls, Van," Cian says.

Sullivan grunts out his reply. "If you don't close your fucking eyes and get to work, I swear I will hurt you."

Cian laughs and gets back to sucking, nipping, and gently blowing on my clit while Sullivan thrusts hard. It's so hard I swear I can feel him beating against my cervix. My pussy loves taking a beating, and cervix orgasms are the way to end a good session.

Sullivan keeps a steady pace. He knows I hate when they try to get fancy and gyrate their hips like a fucking stripper putting on a show. If you hear me make a noise, just keep doing what you're doing. And that is what he does until he presses his thumb against my ass, and I push back—yes fucking please.

"FUCK!"

Sullivan isn't the most vocal in the bedroom, usually taking his time to explore my body. But today with his cock beating my cervix and his thumb now in my ass, combining with Cian attacking my clit, my nerve endings are on fire, and I'm primed to explode.

When my body can't take any more pleasure, it releases. My throat turns hoarse as I scream—no idea what, but probably not actual words—and my orgasm ricochets from the top of my head right to the tip of my toes.

Sullivan pulls me tight against him, his cock twitching inside me. Cian slips out from under me, his entire face wet and his smile radiant.

"Fuck yeah, now that is what I call a feast," he says as I flop down onto the bed to catch my breath.

Sullivan steps back and nods at Cian, who smiles as if his mom said he can have cake for breakfast. He dives onto the bed and his hands wrap around my legs as he pushes them over my head. With a knee locked on each side of my head, I can't move, and he doesn't care; he thrusts hard into me and another moan slips from my lips.

"What's that shit?!" he says and releases a leg quickly to smack my ass. "I want you to scream for me. Get ready to go hard and fast, because now I'm actually hungry."

I snort. "Then shut the fuck up and pound me like you hate me."

He nods, and he doesn't relent as thrust by thrust another orgasm builds quickly, like they always do. I used to think back-to-back orgasms were a curse until I met the fucking O'Briens and now it's a blessing because damn, can they all fuck. I love feeling stretched out and raw, the burn of muscles after a good workout. Cian and I come together, and he drops my legs before flopping his body on top of mine. "Let's do that again later."

I'm still laughing at him when Sullivan appears from the bathroom freshly showered, running the towel through his hair as he moves around the room toward his closet.

"He has a nice ass, doesn't he?" Cian says.

Sullivan mumbles something under his breath about killing Cian in his sleep, but Cian just snorts.

"I think he has this idea in his head that I will try to slip my dick into his ass one day accidentally."

"Actually, moron, I think you might try to touch my cock one day because you're stupid like that, and while I really don't want to kill you, accidents happen."

"You're a bit hairy for my tastes, but don't worry, we can buy Harper a strap-on and she can fuck you if your ass is feeling neglected. We wouldn't have a G-spot in our ass if we were not meant to utilize it, and with just a little rub on the prostate, you will come harder than you ever have in your life."

"It's true," I say as Sullivan walks out of his closet fully dressed.

"I don't give a fuck if leprechauns come out to celebrate the best orgasm in the world. You can both keep away from my ass."

At his gruff response, Cian and I both dissolve into laughter.

"Fine," Cian huffs. "I'm going to wake up Darragh and rub it in. Van, give the girl a shirt so she can come watch—he gets mad when I wake him."

Sullivan picks up a shirt from the floor, where he must have taken it off last night, smelling it before throwing it my way. I bring the material to my nose and inhale—I love the way he smells.

"You can shower in here if you want," he says.

"She won't," Cian says. "She likes to marinate in our man juices until after breakfast."

"Fuck, Cian! That's going too far, even for me, and I have pissed on a man."

Cian chuckles as he pulls on his sweats. "Don't lie to yourself—you know it's true."

"I'm going to make coffee," Sullivan says, shaking his head at Cian.

"Hold up, I'll come with you," I say. "I want some breakfast burritos. I worked up an appetite this morning."

"Well, I'll get Darragh up." Cian grins, and we all pile out of the room with a chuckle.

Poor Darragh—I never in a million years thought I would ever think those words. But right now, Cian has mischief in his eyes, and he has woken up like a squirrel on crack.

Sullivan and I make it down to the kitchen before we hear Cian's manic laughter.

"I'm going to fucking kill you," Darragh yells as Cian comes flying into the kitchen and runs behind me, using me as a human shield.

"Hide me," he laughs out.

"You really think using me as a shield will save you? Remember, he isn't a huge fan of mine on the best of days."

"If he touches you, Van will kill him, so I'll take my chances."

Sullivan shakes his head. "I'm going to the gym. Guess you'll have to save yourself."

Sullivan grabs his water bottle from the counter and passes Darragh in the kitchen doorway. He steps into the room dressed in only his pajama pants and—fuck me sideways—no boxer briefs. The thick outline of his cock has the horny beast inside me waking up again after she has barely gone to sleep.

"Hear me out," Cian says, popping his head out from behind me.

"Please don't kill him. Remember how sad you were when I tried to do it?"

Cian snorts from behind me, but Darragh just scowls harder. "The one day I tried to sleep in—the one day, Cian, and you fucking knew it."

"I think you will forgive me when I show you what I have."

"Fine, you get two minutes. If I'm not convinced, I am going to punch you in the face and then bend Harper over the counter and you can watch me fuck her."

"Well fuck, how can you make a punch in the face sound like a good time?" Cian says, stepping out from behind me. "But deal—two minutes."

Darragh stands with his arms crossed in front of his bare chest, and Cian closes the distance between them until he stands in front of him. The anticipation of seeing what Cian wants to show him or if he'll cop a punch in the face has my pulse racing.

"I need to tell you first and then show you."

Darragh nods, and Cian leans forward as if he is going to whisper something in his ear, but instead he grabs Darragh by the sides of his head and plants Darragh's lips against his own. Darragh tries to pull back, but it's a half-assed attempt, and Cian seizes the opportunity to slide his tongue into Darragh's mouth. I really wish I put on underwear, as the growing wetness between my thighs has me squeezing my legs together.

Cian pulls back and tilts his head up to laugh, which explains why he doesn't see Darragh's fist until it hits his jaw. However, he obviously didn't put all his weight behind it because it only makes Cian laugh harder as he rubs his jaw.

"Why the fuck would you kiss me?"

"Because I wanted you to see how good Harper's pussy tastes, though thinking it through, you probably got some of Ronan's DNA and Van's ball sweat too."

I bite down on my bottom lip, waiting and hoping something goes down between them. Instead, Darragh squeezes the bridge of his nose, inhales deeply, and closes his eyes. "I'm going to fucking kill you."

"That's two death threats today from you and one from Van. Stop lying—you know you want to eat her box."

Darragh snorts. "If I wanted a box of assorted creams, I would just go buy some. But maybe I should fill her as well and we can watch you eat it."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," I say, adding my opinion to the conversation, and both men turn to look at me like they want to eat me.

"Harper!" a little voice squeals, and Eloise runs into the kitchen, followed by Sadie.

"Hey, girls," I say, pulling Sullivan's shirt down a little.

"Guess what! Darragh said we can all go to the fair tomorrow. Our school is running it, and we are raising money for underprivileged kids."

"That's amazing, Eloise."

Sadie scoffs. "It's not amazing. Have you seen how much money they all have? We are poor next to them, but they want to raise money. They could just donate it instead of trying to make themselves look good."

"You're right, they could, but it's still good to do what we can to help those who have less. I know what it's like to grow up poor and need help. So, while they could do more, you need to focus on what you can do," I tell Sadie, and she nods.

"We don't have any money, Sadie, and neither do our friends. It's their parents' money," Eloise tells her sister.

Sadie rolls her eyes. "Michael Junior the Third told me he has an inheritance. They all have money."

Sadie turns to Darragh. "Do we have an inheritance?"

Darragh sucks his lips into his mouth and then lets out a sigh. "How the fuck should I know? I haven't even known you were alive for very long."

"Darragh," I chastise. "Language."

He rolls his eyes at me, and in that moment, looks exactly like his daughter.

"Time's wasting, Dad, you better hurry. They are already getting us ready for college, and you have to pay for it."

I move to Darragh and place a hand on his biceps. I'm pretty sure that is the first time one of the girls has called him dad, and Sadie being the first to say it is a big step. She is the leader of the twins, and Eloise seems to always follow her lead. I won't call him out over his eyes watering.

"Yeah, Dad," Cian says. "Time is wasting, and college is right around the corner. Ten years isn't a long time. They have, what, one extracurricular activity? They will need more than that to get into a decent college. So snappy, snappy. Maybe we should get Celia to sort it out."

I cut a glare at Cian. "If that woman so much as goes near those girls, you won't get lucky for a very, very long time."

Darragh reaches out when I walk away, pulling my body back toward his, and he leans down. "I think I like this protective role for you. I'm sorry I said I didn't want the girls around you at first."

My damn fucking heart swells—those girls mean a lot to me. I don't know why, but they do. I don't trust Celia, not when she looks at my guys like they are her meal ticket to a good life. Women like her want to be trophy wives, or now even Mob wives, since the aesthetic is all over social media at the moment.

Reid walks into the kitchen carrying the girls' bags. "Sorry, they took off while I was packing their bags. They forgot one little bag clip last week and the mega bitch gave me a half-an-hour lecture on not being a good enough role model for the girls, and that arriving prepared every day is the pathway to success. Over a bag clip with their names on it—can you believe that?"

I snort. "Who is the mega bitch?"

"Headmaster Ellis, because she is a MEGA bitch," Sadie says, emphasizing the word. "I had to go to detention in my lunch break because I was playing with the boys and it's unladylike to tackle them."

"You would have been better off sending them to Riverhill Prep. It's still for those who are wealthy, but it's this side of the river," Reid says. "But who am I to talk? I took a scholarship where I could get it, and that's why I'm across the river with those stick-up-their-ass socialites, whose life goals are to marry someone from a long line of wealth and be their trophy wives."

I really like Reid. She lives in Huntersville, like I used to, so she gets what it's like to work for everything you want in life. I'm glad she goes to Paradise Valley Elite, which is just across the river. Apparently PVE will produce the next president, if they have any say in the matter.

"We couldn't send the girls there," Darragh says. "I tried, and it tuns out Cian had relations with the headmaster's daughter, so our application was rejected."

"It's not my fault. I went back to give a talk, and when I went to her office, she wasn't there. But her daughter was visiting from college, and she asked if she could suck my?—"

"Toes," Reid jumps in. "I hear those Riverhill girls really like toes."

Sadie's face screws up. "Who would want to suck toes? That's gross."

The microwave beeps and I pull out the burritos, putting them onto separate plates and placing them down in front of each of the girls.

"Thanks, Harper," Eloise says.

"Girls, you need to grab those to go today. No one wants a tardy slip because, god forbid, we have to eat."

The girls slip off their stools and say their goodbyes. The microwave beeps again, and I remove three more burritos and get more plates from the cupboard.

"If you bend like that again, you might have a cock accidentally slip inside that pussy," Cian says.

Shit, I forgot I was wearing no underwear. I really need to remember to put them on before coming downstairs. I forget there are children here—and cavemen, apparently.

"Doesn't she have a nice pussy?"

Darragh smirks. "She does. What does a man have to do to get on the pussy roster?"

I snort, putting the food down and getting into Darragh's personal space. "You get all my men on board. We know Cian is down for everything, and Sullivan has requested Cian be present because he doesn't trust you not to hurt me, but Ronan, well, he is the wild card. He knows but has said nothing to me."

Darragh cups my pussy under the shirt. "Since when do you take orders from men? You don't strike me as the type."

"I don't. I do what I want, but I also respect them."

Darragh smiles down at me. "I don't want to respect you. I want to fuck you."

He slips a finger inside me, his dark eyes on mine. "You know you want it. They each give you something, but will they treat you like a whore? The thought of submitting and giving up control in a safe environment, and of the bruises the next day, makes you wet," he says, sliding his finger out and pushing it back inside me as my knees go weak. "You crave it."

He isn't wrong. My entire life, I have had to be in control. I needed it because control was how I convinced myself I would be safe—a lot of good that did me. Now I need to go have a cold shower. As much as his words are beautiful, I can still see the lie; I am anything but safe with him, and he knows it.