All Our Luck: Complete Irish Reverse Harem Series

by Roxanne Riley

  “It’s barely seven in the morning, Rowan,” he scoffs. “Why is there a woman here?”

  Delia raises her eyes up to meet his; the defiance in them is very apparent. She opens her mouth to give the old man a piece of her mind, but I step in between them.

  “This is our neighbor Delia, Uncle,” I tell him, as I walk past. “She came over for breakfast and coffee. Her house is the one just down the field there.”

  Brogan’s buggy eyes get buggier. “She came over at seven in the morning?!”

  He raises a plump hand to his even plumper chest. He’s obviously appalled at a woman being in our house so early. He probably would have a heart attack if he knew what we did the night before. Part of me wants to tell him just to see.

  Delia stands and gives Brogan a haughty look. “Us farm folk get up early. The critters usually get me up before dawn. This morning is kind of a late breakfast for me.” She walks across the kitchen to stand behind Keenan as he cooks at the stove.

  Brogan’s face starts to turn red. His rotund fists bunch up at his sides and he opens and closes his mouth a few times without any words coming out.

  Delia takes a plate of scrambled eggs and sets it gently in front of Barry. He smiles and tells her thanks before starting his meal with gusto. I take the seat next to him, folding my arms onto the table.

  “What brings you lads out here?” I ask.

  “I will not have a woman in my house this early!” Uncle Brogan yells.

  I’m back onto my feet in a second. Keenan is by my side.

  “Your house?!” I hiss. “What the fuck do you mean by that, Brogan?”

  The fat man puts one hand on his hips and points the other towards the wooden floor of the kitchen. “Molly and I were Catholic. Divorce is a sin. Our marriage never ended, so this place and all of her possessions are mine. You two are nothing but freeloaders taking advantage of my property. And as I said before, I will not have a woman-- and what looks to be an unmarried woman-- in my house at this time in the morning. Take your harlot ways out of here!”

  He glares at Delia and then points towards the front door.

  Delia drops the plate of eggs that she was holding onto the floor where it shatters. The sound is deafening in the silence of the room. No one moves to pick up the eggs. We all just stare at Brogan.

  “You cannot be serious,” I hiss. “This is our house. You heard Aunt Molly’s will. The house and the farm are ours.”

  Brogan folded his arms in front of his chest. “I don’t accept her will. Under Irish law and in the eyes of the church, Molly and I were still married at the time of her death. What was hers is mine now. Her wishes make no difference.”

  “What?!” Keenan rubs his hands over his face. His anger is visible in the tension that plays about his jaw. I know my brother and I know when he is about to hit someone.

  I turn around and look back at my cousins. None of them will look me in the face, they just keep eating their eggs, heads down close to their plates.

  Delia stays strong and comes to stand between us. “This is ridiculous!” she snaps. “We are in America, where divorce is legal. Molly’s will was written in Texas, the farm belongs to Keenan and Rowan. You need to leave.”

  Brogan stares her down. “The wedding was in Ireland and that trumps any American will. I’m done arguing with you. I want you all to leave my property.”

  I don’t know what to say. I woke up in a dream, a dream where I finally got the woman I’ve been wanting and now I’m in a nightmare. I cross my arms in front of my chest and stare down my former Uncle. I want to punch him in the face, but there are two of us (three counting Delia) but there are four of them.

  Next to me, Keenan is boiling. His face is so red that he looks like he is about to have a stroke. Delia reaches us and puts her hands on my shoulders.

  “Perhaps we should head over to my house until cooler tempers can prevail.” She looks up at Brogan. “If you have any kind of legal evidence to prove your rights for the farm, then send it next door. My lawyer will look it over.”

  “Don’t talk to me like I’m a child, harlot,” Brogan snaps, “and don’t threaten me with legal proceedings. I have the lord on my side, and I’ve already filed a suit against these freeloading squatters,” He sneers at us all.

  I felt my hand clenching into a fist, but before I could swing, Delia pulled me and Keenan towards the door.

  “Good luck taking care of all this without us,” Keenan snarls.

  “Come on, you two,” she whispered, tugging on Keenan’s arm. “Let’s get back to my house and figure out what we are going to do.”

  I relied on her logical brain to get me out the door. All I could do is see red.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Keenan

  “How’d it go?” Delia calls from the kitchen as Rowan and I walk through the door.

  “It was all right,” Rowan says with a shrug, plunking himself down at the kitchen table “Your friend seems to think we won’t have any problem convincing a judge that Brogan is gone in the head.”

  The two of us had gone down the road to speak to a retired lawyer friend of Delia’s for advice. Turns out, the gentleman had been a close friend of Molly’s, so he was eager to help us out.

  “Did he tell you what you need to do next?”

  “Yeah, he helped us write out an Answer to his initial Complaint. He said we could put in a Counter Claim if we wanted, but he doesn’t think it’s necessary,” I explain.

  “It might get a little bit complicated, since some of the paperwork is Irish and some is American, but he said he actually helped Molly with her will and that it’s completely binding,” Rowan adds.

  “Makes sense,” Delia says, nodding, “What’s the point in a will if it can be tossed aside on a whim?”

  “Exactly,” Rowan sighs, leaning back in his chair.

  Delia moves behind him and rubs his shoulders. “Poor things,” she croons, “So stressed.”

  I move behind her to coil my arms around her waist, kissing her neck and slipping my hand under her shirt, stroking the soft skin below her navel. “We are. Care to help us unwind?”

  A slow smile spreads across her face. “Oh, I think I can help with that.”

  I turn her around and kiss her, gripping her ass and pulling her flush against me. Rowan gets to his feet and in the cliché kind of move you see in romantic comedies, he sweeps everything off the table onto the floor.

  I push Delia down onto the table and shuck off her jeans and panties. Rowan unbuttons her shirt and to our delight, she’s braless beneath it.

  “Well, well, well, looks like we’re skipping dinner and going straight to dessert, eh, brother?” I smirk.

  Rowan nods. “Quite a sweet treat we have to enjoy here.”

  Delia rolls her eyes. “Enough with the banter, get to it!”

  I laugh. “Bossy, bossy…” I murmur as I trail kisses up along her inner thigh.

  “Tease,” she grumbles.

  Rowan begins to play with her nipples and she lets out a low hiss of pleasure.

  I part her legs and run my tongue slowly along the length of her soaked slit, earning a moan from Delia in reply.

  Burying my face between her thighs, I indulge in her sweet pussy, my tongue tracing languid spirals around her clit, edging near the sensitive bud but not touching.

  It drives Delia wild and her voice is a chorus of breathy little moans and whimpers that make my cock stand at attention.

  Rowan, meanwhile, is licking, squeezing, and sucking on those luscious tits, coaxing more sounds from her.

  Her thighs are trembling in my hands and she’s panting like a dog in heat, clearly aching for me to pay attention to her clit, and finally I acquiesce, flicking my tongue over the tight little bundle of nerves.

  The moan of pleasure that erupts from her echoes around the room, and I continue to attack the spot with my mouth, drawing even more cries of ecstasy from those perfect pink lips.

  “Oh, fuck, don’t
stop,” she gasps, “I’m so close!”

  I have no intention of stopping. I keep up the pattern and the rhythm, feeling her tremble and quake as an orgasm threatens to overtake her.

  She screams as she topples over the edge into ecstasy and I devour every drop of the sweet nectar dripping from her pussy.

  “My turn,” Rowan says, trading places with me.

  I take his place and begin to play with her hardened nipples while my brother eats her out. I can feel her breath on my skin as she pants and writhes. “Ooooh, yes,” she whimpers.

  She grabs my shirt and tugs me upward so she can claim my lips with her own, kissing me with wild abandon. I swallow the sounds of her pleasure as we kiss, my hands finding their way to her nipples.

  Delia reaches down between my legs and strokes my cock through my jeans. Her skilled fingers make my erection throb with need, even through the thick denim.

  “Unbutton them,” she orders.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I laugh, obeying and stripping off my pants.

  She wraps those long fingers around my shaft and works up and down it in long, slow strokes.

  “Fuck, Delia,” I groan, squeezing her breast.

  Those gorgeous green eyes sparkle with delight. I can see in her face how much she loves having this power over us. She knows she’s got us enthralled, and while I can’t speak for my brother, I know I never want the spell to break.

  Her back arches slightly and she gasps, her hand moving faster along my cock. Her pace becomes erratic and faster as her breath hitches.

  The way she’s trembling tells me she’s on the precipice of another climax, and I roll her nipple between my fingers the way she likes to help tip her over the edge.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, oh!” she cries out as another orgasm rips through her, every inch of her body quaking.

  Rowan surfaces with a smug smirk, licking his lips. Delia sits up shakily.

  “You,” she tells Rowan, “Pants. Off. Now.”

  Rowan obliges and Delia scoots off the table and drops to her knees. She wraps one hand around Rowan’s cock and the other around mine, and alternates with her mouth, sucking one and then the other.

  When the tight heat of her mouth isn’t wrapped around my dick, she’s working my shaft with her fingers. And when she looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, my cock deep in her throat, the sight alone nearly sets me off.

  But I don’t want this to be over just yet, and instead, I draw her up to her feet.

  “Who said we were done with you, lass?” I ask.

  I grab her hips and sit her back down on the table. Rowan retrieves some condoms from his pocket and I roll one on before sinking into her.

  She lets out this happy little sigh as I begin to pound into her, her tits bouncing with every thrust and practically begging me to touch them. So I bend my head and take a nipple between my lips, rolling my tongue over it, making her cry out.

  She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper, and I can feel her tightening around me as she approaches release again.

  She digs her nails into my back as she comes, and I’m not far behind her, shooting my load into the condom.

  We don’t give her more than a few seconds to catch her breath before Rowan takes my place inside her, sinking balls-deep into her tight hole while I dispose of the condom.

  I watch her face as Rowan rails her, and I realize that just watching her get off is almost more of a turn-on than my tired cock can handle for the moment.

  Rowan brings her to another climax before finishing himself, and the three of us end up sitting, naked, at her kitchen table, catching our breath.

  “So,” Delia asks finally, “You two feeling a little bit less stressed?”

  We both laugh. “Darlin’,” I tell her, imitating her Texas drawl, “If every stressed-out man had a woman like you at his side, the world would be a lot more peaceful place.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Delia

  A few days later

  I wake up in bed with Keenan and Rowan on either side of me, and despite all of the drama around us right now, I can’t help but be overwhelmed by my happiness. Things might be rough right now, but it’s hard to think about that when I’m surrounded by the men I love and sore from a night of wild sex.

  I feel stirring behind me and look over my shoulder to see Patrick gazing at me. “Morning,” I whisper.

  “Morning, love,” he whispers back, kissing my bare shoulder.

  I turn over, careful not to jostle Keenan too much, and press my lips to his, pulling him close to feel his skin against mine.

  I can feel his cock twitch and spring to life, pressing between my legs. I feel another kiss on my bare back and jump, surprised. I look over my shoulder again, this time seeing Keenan behind me worshipping my skin with his lips. “Morning, Keenan,” I purr happily.

  “Mornin’, lass,” he replies, stretching and yawning.

  I turn onto my back so I can see and reach them both more easily. “Mmm, I’m a lucky girl,” I murmur, basking in the comfort of their presence.

  “Not as lucky as we are, lass,” Keenan replies cheerfully before sealing his lips to mine.

  I know we need to get up and get to work, but it’s far too easy to indulge in the lazy morning with my lovers. They take turns kissing my lips, my neck, and as things heat, the kisses trail lower.

  Rowan wraps his lips around an aching nipple, drawing slowly on the rock-hard flesh and making a low moan rumble from my chest.

  Keenan bends down and does the same on the opposite side, and the sensation of them tag-teaming my sensitive tits is almost enough to bring me to climax all on its own. Keenan swirls his tongue in slow, lazy spirals over the nipple while Rowan grazes the other with his teeth.

  I gasp, my fingers tangling in the sheets as I lay prone beneath them, letting them have their way with me.

  Keenan rolls suddenly and reaches into the nightstand drawer, where fortunately we’ve stocked up on condoms, and rips two off the strip, passing one to his brother. They tear open the foil in unison, and once he’s rolled the latex over his cock, Keenan beckons me over. I straddle his lap and he yanks me down for a ravenous kiss.

  He reaches down and positions the head of his dick at my hole and I impale myself on him until he’s fully enrobed in my tight, wet heat. I feel Rowan sliding a finger into the crack of my ass, spreading lube over my rear entrance.

  “I can’t wait to claim that tight little ass of yours, baby,” he growls, sending a flush of heat fluttering through me.

  I’m nervous, but excited, and when he pushes a finger into my asshole, I’m surprised by the wash of pleasure the sensation creates. Meanwhile, Keenan is keeping a slow, steady pace as he thrusts in and out of my pussy.

  Rowan slowly incorporates a second finger, and another moan escapes me. The sensations are strange, but I find myself getting more and more turned on, and after a few minutes of him teasing my ass with his fingers, I’m growing more eager for his cock.

  He seems to sense my need, and slowly draws his fingers back out. He slathers his cock in more lube, and when I feel him press it against the tight ring of muscle, I’m trembling in anticipation.

  Keenan slows his pace as his brother carefully slides his dick into my ass, trying to let me ease into the new sensations. I’m tense at first, and the sheer size of his massive prick makes me grit my teeth, but he whispers reassurances and I slowly relax, letting him sink deeper into my ass.

  Next thing I know, I’ve got both of their erections fully inside me, and every move our bodies make sends delicious little waves of pleasure coursing through me. I begin to roll my hips, and every motion brings something different.

  They let me move at my own pace, rocking back and forth on their cocks. A knot of pleasure grows in my belly, and I begin to move faster and faster, reaching for my climax. My head spins as I near my orgasm, and I’m panting like a dog in heat.

  The pleasure erupts in a wave of heat and I scream, qua
king in release, my limbs trembling like jelly.

  Keenan grips my hips and this time, he and Rowan take control, gripping my limp body between them so they can pound into me.

  I give in to the role of their helpless sex doll, and they take on a rhythm like a see-saw, one driving into me while the other pulls out, and it drives me wild. I rock with their motions, riding their cocks like a bucking bronco and holding on for dear life.

  Another orgasm rips through me like a hurricane and my eyes roll back as I’m completely overtaken by ecstasy. My orgasm tips Rowan over the edge, and I can feel the warmth of his release spilling into the condom between us.

  He pulls out, tosses the condom, and collapses beside us in a heap, and Keenan continues to pump his cock into my pussy, nearing his own climax. I ride him hard, and I’m rewarded moments later when a groan ripples from his throat and he spills his seed into the thin latex barrier.

  He pulls out of me and pitches the condom into the trash, and I sink into the mattress between them. “I’m never going to get a damn thing done again,” I moan, “I’m just going to stay in bed with you two forever.”

  Keenan chuckles. “If only,” he kisses my cheek, “But maybe a few more hours, at least.”

  I close my eyes, relaxing. “Maybe a few more minutes,” I tease, “But we really should get out there and get to work soon.”

  There’s a clatter outside and Mayhem starts barking and growling up a storm. I bolt upright in bed, clasping the sheet to my exposed body. Mayhem’s used to noises out in the yard, so she knows better than to bark at the drop of a hat.

  “There’s someone outside,” I say, trying to crawl over Keenan to get out of the bed.

  Keenan grabs me. “Where are you going? We’ll go check it out, don’t worry.”

  “I can go look,” I protest, “It’s probably nothing. After all, who’s going to rob a house in broad daylight at…” I glance at the clock on my nightstand, “Nine in the morning?! Holy hell, we slept late!”