Chapter 34

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

QUINN

After receiving a plethora of welcoming and congratulatory hugs from all of Declan's brothers—even a slightly battered Finn—the boys all retreated to the patioatthe back of the house. Layla and I are making breakfast as Fiona lies on the floor in the next room, coloring.

Less than twelve hours in this house, and it already feels like a home.

"How soon are you looking to marry that bunch?" Layla asks as she glances out the windows overlooking the patio to where all the boys are sitting. They surround the fire pit as they take a call with Rory, the serious expressions on their faces making it obvious that he didn't call with good news.

Layla's question may raise some eyebrows— actually a lot of eyebrows and outlandish gasps— to an outsider, but I know exactly what she means. Marrying into this family doesn't give you a brother-in-law—like most brides gain. Nothing more than a new family member that you communicate with casually and at family gatherings. Joining this family gives you five men who will not only love and cherish you but will also sacrifice their lives to save yours. Because all of them would do absolutely anything for their family.

Yet, my curiosity is piqued.

"You don't still…" I hesitate, trying to findthe appropriate wordsto tactfully askmy question. Failing, I blurt, "You know…Conor."

"No. It was just that once." She shakes her head. "I was curious, so Tristan let me experience it."

"And things aren't weird?"

"Other than knowing Conor's pierced cock is equally impressive as Tristan's, and I now can't help but imagine all of them to be? No."

And just like that, I'm pretty sure I will never not think about Conor's piercing when I see him.

"Why do you ask? Are you looking to see whatit's like beingshared by two of them?"

"God, no!" I exclaim.

Tristan clears his throat, and we both look up to find all five of them standing in the archway to the kitchen. There is no controlling the heated flush that rushes up my neck and over my cheeks.

"What?" Layla shrugs, pausing for a moment to glance into the next room to ensure Fiona is still occupied with her toys and not our conversation., before doubling down. "She's fucking hot, andevery lastone of you would be more than eager to fuck her."

"I would," Finn eagerly blurts, raising his hand. His admission immediately draws a growl-filled glare from Declan.

"I am absolutely not interested in fucking any of you," I vehemently declare as Declan crosses the room to me.

"Good." He wraps his arms around me andpulls me possessively tightly as his teeth sink into the crook of my neck withenoughforce that I yelp. He kisses over the mark he left, his tongue caressing it to soothe the sharp pain. With his lips still pressed to my skin, his words vibrate against me when he says, "Because I'm a possessive fuck. I don't share my wife, not even with my brothers."

Conor taunts, "I mean, technically, she's not your wife yet."

"He isn't wrong," I tease, immediately regretting the words when Declan nips at my neck again.

"We're going to rectify that," he growls. "I'll make a call, and we can be married on the beach by the end of the night."

"Declan Cathal Evans," I admonish, causing his brothers to snicker at the use of his full name. Snapping around in my chair. "Your mam would roll over in her grave over you even contemplating getting married anywhere but inside a church. And being that this is the only time I am getting married, I would prefer it not be on our backyard beach in shorts solely so your brothers can't fuck me."

"I don't appreciate the sass, mochéadsearc . I'll let it slide because I can't argue. Mam would come back from the grave to haunt me, and youdo deservethe wedding you've always desired. You can have whatever you want as long as you plan it by Saturday." Gripping my chin, he places a kiss against my lips. When he pulls back, he doesn't relinquish his hold as he speaks against my ear, the volume just loud enough that everyone else can hear him. "I'll wait, but know that I'm going to spend the next three days thoroughly reminding you that you are mine. And only fucking mine."

I've always known that Declan was overly protective, but as he breathes his words against my ear, I see just how deep his jealousy runs. He's possessive as hell, and I like it.

No…I fucking love it.

My pussy flutters, and my panties are getting damper with every passing word of his promise— or is it a threat?— as he continues to whisper, "Not a minute will pass that you aren't full of my cock or dripping my cum out of that tight little cunt nestled between your thighs. Understood?"

A gulp bobs in my throat before quietly answering, "Yes,Sir."

"Good girl," he whispers as his lips slide along my cheek until they find their destination, and he leaves a soft, feathery kiss that lingers on my lips.

"Is anyone else fucking hard?" Finn whispers to Conor and Liam beside him, causing me to snicker.

"Liam and I have to go meet Rory about the apartment soon," Declan informs me as he refills my glass of juice and slides it before me. Hovering over me, he demands, "Drink up. You're going to need it because I'm fucking two loads of cum into you before I leave."

"Really?" Finn adjusts himself. "Just me?"