Chapter 20

Darragh sits on the sofa in my office while I finish paying invoices; people would be shocked at how many condoms we need to order every week. He is tapping away on his phone when I look up.

"Will you ever fuck Cian?" I ask out of nowhere, but he just looks up at me with a sly smirk.

"Why? Do you want to watch?"

I roll my eyes at him. Of course he can't just answer the question. "I asked you first, and of course I want to watch."

"Would I? Yes. And before you ask, I don't think I would let him fuck me, but if you are feeling a little kinky and want to stick a finger in my ass, I wouldn't say no."

"Noted," I say with a laugh.

He taps the cushion beside him, and I push up from my office chair and join him.

"I can see the questions in your eyes every time you look at me, so now's your chance. Ask me whatever you want, and after this, we'll pretend we never had this talk."

I chuckle and gently slap his arm. "What's going on between us? I'm not normally the girl to ask for reassurance, but this situation isn't normal. I need to know what to expect."

He laughs. "No, I'm not fucking anyone else, if that is what you're asking. I will always be an asshole, which is my default setting, and if you can't handle that, I get it. Don't expect hearts, flowers, or romance—it isn't me and never has been. I don't think about other people before myself, and I say what I'm thinking and do as I please.

"As for what's going on between us, well, it's up to you. But know I want to wreck your fucking spine every time you cook breakfast in one of their shirts, though it would be better if it were mine. I'm an extremely jealous man and I won't tolerate other men's eyes on you. Let's just say I would happily tear them limb from limb while you watch, then fuck you right next to their corpses. I'm not the good guy, Harper. I never have been, nor will I ever be."

"I like you how you are, Darragh. You might be all those things, but you are also loyal, headstrong, and you love hard. I see how you look at your girls—you would die for them. If I want someone who is gentle with me, I have Sullivan. If I want to fuck hard and fast, I have Cian. If I want someone who is dominant, I have Ronan, but you won't tiptoe around me like I'm fragile or broken."

"No, I wouldn't, but I'm not boyfriend material either."

I laugh. "I don't need labels, Darragh, just be man enough to tell me if our arrangement no longer works for you. We need to live together, and I won't tolerate the girls living in a hostile environment. I have been there, done that, and look how I turned out."

"You're right, I don't want my girls being whores," he says with a smile.

I chuckle, knowing he is teasing. "I don't think you have anything to worry about. Sadie is going to take over the world one day—that girl is so much like you. I'm not sure where Eloise gets her gentle soul from, but she is too smart to end up on her back for a man. I will make sure of that."

"You really love them, don't you?"

Fucking tears spring to my eyes as I nod. "I do. Every girl needs a strong woman in their life. I had my grandmother, who looked out for me the best she could my entire life, but I want to be better for them, stronger. To show them that no matter where you come from or what you go through, you can overcome and triumph."

"You realize you still work in a whorehouse, right?"

I shake my head as I stand, then turn and straddle his lap. "Correction, I own a whorehouse. And you kill people, so maybe we keep both of our jobs to ourselves."

"Good call," he says, pulling me closer. His erection presses against my core, and I silently curse. Out of all the days I decide to wear a damn skirt, why did it have to be today?

"When do I get this ass again?" he whispers, leaning down to bite my nipple through the flimsy scrap of silk bralette I'm wearing.

"After I watch you fuck Cian."

He groans. "Fine, but don't get any ideas about us being some couple who do the PDA shit in public. Cian and I would be strictly fucking."

"Uh huh," I say, teasing him. I'll have to have a word to Cian about that; he would have a field day with it. He'd act all touchy feely with Darragh just to piss him off.

A knock on the door interrupts the moment. "Come in."

Carter pushes the door open. "Hey, boss, there is a cop at the front door. She looks like she's alone."

"Let her in," I say, pushing up off Darragh. He stands, and I raise a brow at him.

"I'm coming," he says.

We walk out of my office and down the corridor, finding her standing in the foyer. Bells has already buzzed her in. It's the same lady who questioned me.

"What can I do for you, officer?" I ask.

Just like most women, as she turns, she gives me a once-over, but I don't let it affect me. Showing weakness is not my style. I chose this job and I'm not ashamed of my profession or my business.

"Come for the job offer?" I quip.

She smiles. "No, actually, I came to see my daughter."

My mouth falls open. How is this woman old enough to have a daughter who works here?

"Isla," she says after I don't reply.

Darragh leans in and whispers in my ear. "If Isla is her daughter, that means she is Connor's ex-wife. Tread carefully with what you say to her."

I nod at Darragh's comment. "Bells, get Isla for us, please, and bring her to my office." Bells nods and steps around her desk and heads upstairs. "Darragh, wait here."

He goes to argue, but I shake my head, and he scowls back at me.

"Follow me," I say to the officer, and she nods.

I turn and walk unhurriedly toward my office. Once we are both inside, I motion for her to sit in one of the chairs opposite my desk and I take my seat. The irony of this setup compared to our previous meeting is not lost on me.

"Why are you here?" I ask, and she looks up at me.

"Mostly, I wanted to make sure she is okay. I worry about her."

Now that I can understand—the worry a mother has for her daughter working the streets—but here she is safe. "She is safe at The Range. We have monitored cameras throughout the building, silent alarms in each room, and security on staff every shift."

"No offense, but with Darragh Ahearn in your foyer, she is anything but safe."

I laugh. Of course I forget he is a member of the O'Brien Mafia as I now refer to them because Mob sounds so... not the men I have gotten to know. Not that I actually know what they really do all day.

"None taken. I can assure you, though, she is safer here with us than she ever was on the streets, and I think you know that fact. She is not associated with those men at all, and never will be. Darragh is here for my safety. Apparently, they have trust issues after I was assaulted."

I don't mention my kidnapping because that slippery slope leads to dead bodies and other things I can't talk myself out of.

"Did you report it?" she asks, and I laugh—maybe a little too hard.

"Really? Would a whore from Huntersville really be taken seriously? I have heard it all before—I'm a whore, so I was asking for it, or my skirt was too short, or my outfit was too revealing. Basically, that I have fucked hundreds of men, so why does one more matter?"

"I'm sorry you had to go through that."

There is a knock on my door, and it pushes open. Isla, or inside these walls, Cherry, opens the door and steps in with her silk robe pulled tight around her curvy body.

"Sit," I tell her, and she nods. She warily looks at her mom.

"Are you here to arrest me again?" Isla snaps, and her mom shakes her head.

"No, I wanted to come and tell you myself that Connor is missing. I know you used to be close to him."

"Okay," she whispers. Tears form in Isla's eyes, and she wraps her arms tighter around her middle.

"And you're really doing okay? You can tell me if you're not."

Isla nods. "I'm doing better than I ever have. I'm sober, and Harper helped me find an apartment in a safe neighborhood. Working here might not be ideal for you, but I'm happy. I finally feel like I belong somewhere. No one judges me for my past mistakes, and they all encourage me to be the best version of myself. I'm thinking about going back to school, and the girls are helping me choose what I want to do with my life."

Isla's mom, whose name I don't know, reaches out, and Isla grasps her hand. "I love you and hope we can work on mending our relationship."

Isla nods, wiping at her tears.

"I'm going to give you two a minute, but know your daughter has signed an NDA and she can't talk about her work. We protect not only our girls, but anyone who comes through those doors, including your colleagues."

I leave them to talk, finding Darragh standing right outside my office door, leaning against the wall.

"Ronan isn't happy."

"You seriously narced on me? Ronan can kiss my ass. We have cops come in here all the time as clients."

He pushes off the wall. "I booked us a room."

"That was presumptuous of you," I say, retreating as he steps forward until my back hits the opposite wall.

"It's not. You basically begged to be my girl. Your condition was that I fuck Cian, and guess who is in with Dylan right now learning how to clean his ass out?"

"He isn't," I whisper. "Fuck, I won't live this down. Dylan will want to talk about your cocks with me."

"I don't care—I need to be with you like I need my next breath. I even want Van to punch me in the face tomorrow for leaving my mark. Since you insist on being here, I'm going to make the most of it. How soundproof are the rooms?"

"Enough that I can be as loud as I want and no one but the security guy will hear it."

"Looks like I'm going to have to threaten your security guy. Once the cop leaves, find me in room seven."

I nod and Darragh backs off. "See you soon," he says with a wink, before walking away.

Shit, poor Michael. Hopefully Darragh doesn't actually go through with his threat to hurt him, or I will have to ban him from being able to fuck me here. Michael isn't into heterosexual sex, so him watching the security feed doesn't seem as weird. Plus, Dylan and he have good chemistry. Dylan is oblivious, which makes it more entertaining to watch when they are both on break.

After a few minutes of standing in the hall, lost in my X-rated thoughts, Isla appears with her mom. They hug, and Isla tells me she will walk her out.

I head up the emergency stairs to the floor room seven is on, and on my way to the door, Cian steps out of a room holding his ass, while Dylan follows him out laughing.

"It's not funny—my ass feels soggy and cold. It shouldn't be normal."

I clear my throat and Cian looks my way. "Did you know he shoved a hose up my ass?!"

Dylan scoffs. "It was not a hose."

"You realize Darragh is going to stick his cock in there, right? A hose is child's play."

Cian walks toward me. "I have no issues with a dick in my ass, but it felt like he was water blasting my insides."

Dylan rolls his eyes. "Then don't do it. Getting shit on your cock is just a part of the life, and if Darragh can't handle it, he shouldn't put his dick in small dark holes."

I run my hand down my face. "Dylan, go back to work. Cian, room seven, now."

Dylan salutes me and steps back into his room. Cian follows me to room seven, and when we step inside, we find Darragh sitting in the armchair in the corner.

"Dylan said I need to wax and bleach my asshole. If you want that to happen, I don't think I can do this. I'm happy to shave, but no one is waxing my butthole."

"I wax mine," I offer.

"And I will eat your ass anytime you want, but I don't think Darragh will lick my ass—well, unless you're into that."

"Shut the fuck up," Darragh snaps. "You always have to make shit weird. Just do what you do best and get your ass naked."

You don't have to ask Cian twice to take his clothes off, and he quickly pulls his shirt over his head, kicks off his boots, and removes his jeans.

"On your knees," Darragh orders Cian, who immediately drops to the floor. "You get naked"—he points to me—"and sit on this chair. I want your heels on the edge and legs spread."

Both men watch me as I slip the spaghetti straps of my bralette over my shoulders and let the material fall down around my waist, and slowly unclip the skirt. I hook my fingers and gather both the shirt and skirt on the way down and kick my clothes away as they hit the floor, leaving me naked. I love watching their faces when they see I'm not wearing any underwear, even though I rarely ever do.

Darragh gets up and stalks toward Cian, and I swing my hips as I move across the room to sit in the armchair he just vacated. I pull my feet up and rest my heels on the edge, letting my knees fall open.

"Don't even think about touching that pussy," Darragh growls out from where he has paused in the middle of the room to track my movements like a predator. "You watch, that is all."

I nod. I'm wet already just thinking about it.

Cian crawls over to Darragh and reaches up, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding the zipper south. He pulls Darragh's jeans and boxers down and when they pool around his ankles, he steps out of them and kicks them across the room while also taking off his shirt.

"Are you going to take my cock like a good boy?" Darragh asks Cian as he leans down and pushes his fingers into Cian's mouth.

Cian nods, and my pussy pulsates at the sight before me. "Good boy, now lick it. Show me how much you want my cock."

Cian leans forward and licks the tip, lapping at it. Darragh tangles his fingers into Cian's hair and pushes his cock forward. Cian opens wide, and Darragh fucks into his mouth. I bite my bottom lip and dig my nails into the armrests. The urge to squeeze my knees closed to get a little friction is pushed aside as I watch them together, though the pulsing between my legs intensifies.

When Darragh finally steps back and orders Cian to get on the bed on his hands and knees facing me, I'm on the verge of orgasming, and never in my life have I ever come from watching people fuck. There is always a first for everything.

Darragh moves around the room, first grabbing a handful of condoms, then the small packets of lube which all the rooms have.

"Is this what you want to see?" Darragh asks me as he kneels on the bed, crawling up behind Cian and bringing his hand down hard on his ass.

"Fuck yes," Cian huffs out when Darragh brings his hand down harder.

"Answer me, whore. Is this what you wanted to see?"

"Yes," I pant. "Can I please touch myself?"

"No," he says, rolling a condom on and squeezing some lube onto his fingers, then smearing it over Cian's ass.

"Oh, fuck me sideways," Cian moans, followed by a twisted laugh as Darragh pushes two fingers inside him. "My cock is so hard it hurts."

"Good. Now be a good boy and beg me; tell me how much you want my cock in that ass."

Darragh rubs his cock up and down Cian's crack.

"Please, I want to feel your dick so deep inside me I can't walk tomorrow."

That must do the trick because he lines up his cock and leans forward onto one hand, then uses the other to guide his cock into Cian's ass, causing Cian to close his eyes in bliss.

"Deeper," Cian breathes. "Fuck me, Darragh. Don't be a pussy."

Darragh grabs a handful of Cian's hair and pulls his head back, and Cian has to push up on his hands to stabilize himself.

"You think I'm a pussy? Open your eyes and look—that is a pussy," Darragh growls and thrusts hard into Cian.

Each plunge of his hips punctuated by the slap of skin sends waves of pleasure to my core, making me grow wetter. The need to rub myself is so strong that tears prick my eyes.

"I need to come," I beg.

"Look at that pretty little cunt weeping for us. You don't come until my cum is dripping out of Cian's ass."

Even though he wears a condom, the idea is so fucking hot. I want to see them come all over each other.

"Oh, fuck!" Cian says. "I'm going to come."

"I want you to come in your hand," Darragh says, gripping onto Cian's hips and rotating his own. The motion reminds me of a stripper, teasing and hot, working you up so they get paid.

Cian reaches beneath himself, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking until his body shudders, and he curses through his release.

"On your hands and knees, little whore, and crawl to us. Tell Cian how much you want to taste him."

I am practically a puddle of need, and grateful to finally be able to move, so I slide from the chair, leaving a wet patch behind. As I crawl toward them, Darragh slows his thrusts, watching my every move.

"I want to taste you," I purr. "Knowing you came from your best friend's cock in your ass is so damn hot."

"Open your mouth like a good little bitch."

I do what Darragh says and open my mouth as Cian moans.

"Show her how you came for me," Darragh demands. "Show her how good you are."

Cian holds his hand out, and I take his wrist and slowly lick the cum from his hand.

"Fuck! Harper," Darragh roars, gripping Cian's hips and thrusting in short, jerky movements until he finally pulls out, rips the condom off, and strokes himself as his cum squirts onto Cian's back.

"Now you're mine," Darragh bites out as he moves off the bed. "But today, you're going to fuck yourself and make yourself come for us. Back on the chair."

He doesn't have to tell me twice. I need to come, and I don't care how, but it has to happen right now.

Once I sit back in the chair, I spread my legs and hang one over each arm. Using one hand, I pinch a nipple between my fingers and slowly slide the other hand down my toned stomach until I reach my soaking-wet pussy. There I dip two fingers into the wetness, finger-fucking myself.

"I'm going to come so fast," I say on a moan, closing my eyes and resting my head back as I glide my fingers in and out, slowly torturing both them and myself.

"Taste yourself," Darragh says, and I pull my fingers out as I open my eyes. I bring them to my mouth and close my lips around them, sucking them clean, while I stare at them both.

"Remind me why we can't fuck her," Cian whines.

"Because the next time I fuck her, you shouldn't be in the room. You won't like what I do to her."

Cian grumbles but shuts up when I circle my clit with one hand and continue fucking myself with the other.

"Add another finger. That pussy can do better."

I add another finger, and rub my clit faster, practically bucking my hips into my hand.

"You sound so fucking wet. I bet that cunt tastes so good right now. Cian, on your hands and knees again in front of her. I want your face so close she can feel your breath against her greedy hole. But don't touch her—she is going to come, and rub it on your face as she does."

Cian can't move fast enough, and his cock is hard again as he crawls across the room toward me. I curl my fingers, moving them against my G-spot. Ditching my clit, I use my now free hand to grab the arm of the chair, digging my nails in as the urge to pee becomes overwhelming. I push through it as Cian gets closer, and I feel it take over my entire body.

In a flash, Darragh moves to stand behind Cian, gripping his hair with one of his hands.

"FUCK!" I scream, pulling my fingers out as I buck my hips.

Darragh pushes Cian's face against me as my liquid squirts out, covering it. I watch on as Darragh leans down and licks the length of Cian's face. "I don't think I have ever tasted anything better," he says with a smirk.

Flopping back into the chair, I laugh. "We need to do that again, at home next time."

Cian stands and runs his hand down his face. "I really fucking like when you do that. I've never seen anyone squirt so hard—only a trickle, maybe."

I laugh again. "I'm a sex worker. It took practice, along with Kegels."

"Was a sex worker," Darragh corrects. "No woman of mine fucks around."

I raise a brow at him. "I hate to break it to you, but I am fucking Cian's cousins."

"Now she wants to get smart. Maybe I should spank that sass out of you," Darragh says, mock glaring at me with that smirk back on his face.

Cian holds out his hand and pulls me to my feet.

"I would love to see your ass all red from him, then I could kiss it better."

"Can you two stop? I have to work, and you've had your fun. Now you can either stay in here and fuck some more or come and watch me work. But either way, I'm getting dressed and going back to my office."

They both look at each other and grin devilishly. It looks like I won't be getting much work done tonight after all.