All Our Luck: Complete Irish Reverse Harem Series

by Roxanne Riley

  I’m happy to oblige, driving into that spot again and again until I feel Lucy’s entire body stiffen beneath me, the walls of her pussy clamping down hard around me as she wails in release.

  Her orgasm sets me over the edge and I pour into her, kissing and biting her neck and drawing an aftershock of pleasure from Lucy that makes her yelp.

  It’s then, as I slowly pull out of her and feel my seed dripping down her thighs, that it hits me. We’d been in such a scramble of excitement and desperation that I hadn’t put on a condom. But I don’t know how to broach the subject. I lay beside Lucy and pull her against my chest, and she buries her face in the crook of my neck.

  Barry spoons her from behind and Cillian sits at the foot of the bed, aiming a fan at himself and wiping sweat from his brow, his free hand sliding affectionately along Lucy’s legs.

  “It feels different, you know,” Lucy finally says quietly, “Feeling you inside me with nothing in between. I like it better.”

  She glances up at me, her expression cautiously hopeful. I smile. “It feels fucking incredible, baby,” I tell her, brushing a kiss over his lips, “You’re not worried about-?”

  She cuts me off with a wave of her hand. “I trust you three, first of all. And second, I feel like with everything we’ve been through together and the fact that you guys are still here...I mean, I guess it makes me feel like you’re here and in this for the long haul.”

  Her cheeks redden. “And if it’s something you guys want, I want to start a family together.”

  To my utter surprise, Cillian speaks up. “I would love that, but I think we should make you our wife before we go and knock you up.”

  Barry looks at him with shock that I can only guess is mirrored in my own face. But to our shock, Cillian looks dead serious. “That’s rather...traditional of you,” I say finally.

  He shrugs. “I think it’s the way to do it,” he says simply.

  Lucy makes a sound of exasperation at our sidetracked tirade. “So will you three fucking marry me already, then?” she laughs, “We know that’s where this is going.”

  I give her a look of surprise and mock horror. “Is that your proposal?” I ask her in a scandalized voice, “That’s not romantic.”

  She glares and pokes me in the chest, unamused by my teasing. “Seriously, though. I don’t need frills or anything, I just want the three of you to be mine, forever,” her expression melts from annoyed to one of adoration.

  “Well, that’s better,” I tell her, still gently teasing, “Much more romantic. But this is by no means an official proposal. We’re not about to let you show us up, are we guys?” I ask my brothers.

  They shake their heads in unison. “Nope. We’re gonna dazzle you, little lady,” Barry says.

  She smiles. “I think I can live with that.”

  Epilogue

  Lucy

  I’m pacing the living room floor as I wait for the boys to come home. I have some news for them, and while I think it’s mostly good, it does throw a wrench into some of our plans. They’ve been off at work all day.

  The progress on the resort over the last two months has been amazing, and they think we’re only a few months away from being ready to open. They had decided to set up a special auditorium-type room in a building made to look like a barn for special events, and the first event taking place in it, as part of the grand opening party, was going to be our wedding.

  Despite my insistence that I didn’t need a big, frilly ceremony, the guys are determined to make it a pretty large and fancy affair, insisting that “We only get to do this once.”

  But the secret that’s been burning at my brain for days now might just necessitate some changes to the plan.

  Finally, I hear their voices as they approach the front door and they come in, laughing and looking tired but cheerful as they banter back and forth with each other. “Hey, babe,” Seamus says cheerfully, “You been waiting for us?”

  He kisses my forehead and I nod. “Kind of. I need to talk to you guys.”

  Their jovial attitudes evaporate and they look immediately serious. I get to my feet and they watch me with worried faces. “What’s going on?” Barry asks.

  “Um, you guys might want to sit,” I say softly, gesturing to the couch.

  They all sit on the couch, still watching me intently. “Is everything ok?” Seamus asks.

  “I think so, but um, we might not be able to get married for the grand opening,” I say nervously, wringing my hands.

  Cillian’s brow furrows. “Why not?”

  “Because I um, I really want to wear my wedding dress that I already picked out, and I um,” I press my hand over my abdomen, “I’m not going to fit into it in a few months.”

  Cillian’s jaw drops, Seamus looks confused for a moment, and Barry springs to his feet and grabs me, kissing me hard and gripping me tightly. “Wait,” I hear Seamus say, “Holy fuck, really?! We’re having a baby?!”

  I break away from Barry, unable to hold back a sob of pure happiness. “Yeah, we’re having a baby,” I manage to choke out.

  Cillian and Seamus join us in a big, family group hug, and I share kisses with each one. “I guess I just couldn’t let Delia have her moment,” I joke, wiping at my eyes, “She got pregnant by two guys, I had to one up her and get knocked up by three.”

  “And you did it out of wedlock, too, you wild woman,” Cillian teases.

  I nod, laughing. “Yep. So...you guys aren’t upset?” I look especially at Cillian, who had been the one to request that we get married before starting our family.

  “Fuck, no!” Cillian blurts.

  The rest of us laugh. “How could we be upset with you, Lucy?” Barry asks, smoothing back a lock of my hair, “You’re having our baby, that’s fucking amazing,” he kisses my forehead.

  “We can’t wait to start a family with you, Lucy,” Seamus says.

  My eyes well with tears all over again. “I love you all so much. Want to just go get married right now?” I joke.

  They laugh. “Not tonight,” Barry says, “Tonight, we’re taking you upstairs for a celebration.”

  I shiver in delight and anticipation. “Is that so?”

  He nods and sweeps me off of my feet, lugging me bridal-style up the stairs. I cling to him, laughing, and Cillian and Seamus follow behind.

  Barry tosses me gently onto the bed and they treat me to a show as the three of them strip off their clothes for me. I cross my arms behind my head, smirking as I watch them. Cillian finishes first and he lunges for me, his hands under my shirt and carving a burning path up to my aching nipples.

  His lips find mine before they chase his hands, trailing kisses up my torso before he tugs my bra up over my breasts, letting them spill free into his waiting hands. I reach for him and to my surprise, he pins my arms over my head, leaving me helpless.

  Barry and Seamus join us on either side of the bed and help him pin me while they each take one of my nipples into their mouths, making me gasp and arch my back. I can feel Cillian’s throbbing erection between my thighs, and when he reaches down to position himself, I’m trembling in desperate anticipation. I need his cock inside me, now.

  His cock plunges into me and I cry out, writhing under the pleasurable onslaught of my future husbands. Seamus grazes my nipple with his teeth and my breath catches. Cillian chooses to follow that with a rough thrust that makes me cry out. “Do that again,” I beg, pleading either or both of them.

  To my delight, they both oblige me, Seamus nipping at the sensitive bud and Cillian ramming his cock deep into me. Barry catches onto the vibe and when his teeth brush over my nipple, it’s like that moment when you fix the one broken Christmas light on a string. All of my nerves sizzle to life and I feel the electric heat of an orgasm coiling inside me.

  “Don’t stop,” I plead, “I’m so fucking close!”

  Cillian continues to rail into me and Seamus and Barry tease my nipples until I’m screaming, pleasure ripping through me violently and making m
e writhe under their hold. The orgasm leaves me quaking until I’m limp beneath them, panting.

  Cillian slows and gentles his pace while I’m recovering from the climax. Seamus grabs the lube from the nightstand drawer. Cillian suddenly grabs me and rolls onto his back so I’m now straddling him, leaving my ass easier for Seamus to access. I feel the cool lube dribbling over my flesh before Seamus begins to spread it with his fingers.

  Meanwhile, Barry lathers himself in lube as well and with a little maneuvering, positions himself so that he can slip into my pussy and pack me tight with Cillian while Seamus works on my ass.

  The long, slow slide of Barry’s shaft into my pussy makes my eyes roll back slightly. It feels so fucking good to have them fill me up like this, and when Seamus has warmed me up with his fingers, I’m practically aching to have his cock in me, too.

  Slowly and carefully, he fills up my other hole, and I can feel all my walls tightening around all three cocks as pleasure ripples through me. “Fuck me,” I beg them all, my voice not much more than a whimper.

  At first, the rhythm is chaotic, with alternating thrusts driving their cocks in and out of me in some indecipherable pattern that drives me mad. But with a little time, they seem to fall into a pattern I can puzzle out in my bliss-dazed state, with Seamus and Barry driving into me as Cillian pulls out, and vice versa.

  My pulse begins to throb in time with their thrusts and I feel my head spinning as pleasure coils within me. “I’m so close,” I choke out, my voice almost a pleading sob as the need to come grows stronger, “Kiss me, touch me, please, make me come.”

  My eyes roll back in my head and I feel Cillian’s mouth on mine and hands, I can’t tell whose, cup my tits, fingers rolling my nipples and tugging gently on the sensitive, heated flesh. Cillian swallows my screams of pleasure as the orgasm wracks me with the force of a hurricane.

  The orgasm is so intense I think I black out for a moment, and when I come to, the ragged rhythm of my future husbands tells me they’re about to fill me up with their white-hot seed.

  Barry tips first, surging deep into my pussy and coating my insides with his heat. Seamus follows seconds after, buried to the hilt in my ass as his groans crescendo. And finally, Cillian snaps his hips against mine, hard, and I feel the shudder of his release and the throb of his cock inside me as he spurts his load into me.

  Finally, the four of us collapse in a heap on the mattress. Cillian positions himself with his head on my belly and presses a tender kiss to it, making tears of joy spring to my eyes. “You know,” Seamus muses, still panting, “I’ll bet Delia has twins now, just to spite you for stealing her spotlight.”

  The joke cracks me up. The truth is, I know that Delia is going to be thrilled at the idea of us being pregnant together. And I’m excited about it, too. I know it’s a silly dream, but the idea of our kids growing up to be best friends makes my heart swell with joy. It seems like we’ve been sharing our good luck constantly since all these Irishmen came along and turned our small-town lives topsy-turvy.

  The happy acceptance of my fiances of our future only amplifies the hopeful excitement that’s been overwhelming me since that tiny pink plus sign appeared on that stick. The tiny seed of a life we’ve created is just one more chapter of my life I’m excited to open.

  THE END

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  Copyright © 2019 by Roxanne Riley

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  This book is a work of fiction and any portrayal of any person living or dead is completely coincidental and not intentional. No part of this book may be reproduced without written permission from the author, other than brief excerpts for the purpose of reviews or promotion.

  Chapter One

  Gina

  I hold my breath to still the slight tremble of my fingers. Carefully, carefully… Yes!

  I exhale and grin. The tiny emerald glitters in its setting, and with it secured, I set down my tools for a second and tug off my headband magnifier, stretching and cracking my neck.

  I’ve been working on this intricate little pendant most of the day, and while I try to be conscious of my posture and invest in the most ergonomic equipment I can, I still end up in weird positions that leave me stiff.

  I glance at the clock, and while I’m pleased to see that it’s only two hours till I close up, I’m disappointed at how slow business has been for the day. Although I know better than to expect much on a weekday, and I haven’t checked my website orders yet. But I also kind of just wish the day were already over.

  Kal stretches beneath my chair, his tail brushing against the back of my leg. One of my favorite things about owning my own jewelry boutique is that I can bring my beloved cat with me to work when I want to. And so far, not a single person has complained. I can count on one hand the number of people I’ve seen come in and out of my shop without stopping to pet and cuddle the fuzzy little mooch.

  I reach down to scratch his back and he hops into my lap. I rub behind both of his ears, the way he likes, and his big blue eyes drift closed, disappearing into the dark mask of his face. A rumbly purr vibrates through him and he settles into my lap.

  I carefully wheel my desk chair a bit to the left so I can access my computer without disturbing the comfortable feline. I’m pleased to see that my website is doing a little better today than the brick-and-mortar store, so the day won’t be a total wash.

  I print out copies of all of the packing slips and receipts that I need, still trying to keep still for Kal’s sake, but the printer catches his interest and he vacates my lap to hop onto my desk and bat at the paper as it comes out.

  I take advantage of the freedom with a giggle and stand up. I remove the papers from his reach, to his annoyance, and begin to look them over to see what pieces will need packing up. I’m delighted to see that one order is a full topaz set I’ve had for over six months.

  I pack up each order with care, grabbing my camera and taking careful pictures of everything before, and then after, I’ve packed up the box. I may add shipping insurance to every order I send out, but I still prefer to be thorough, having had a few instances of pieces “disappearing” out of boxes I’ve sent. The more prepared I am, the better.

  Not that that’s me all the time. In general, I tend to be more laid-back than all that. While I like to keep my business running like clockwork, organized and efficient, I have to take the stick out of my ass sometimes, and so my personal life is much less structured.

  Not that I have much of a personal life. While I’m friendly with everyone in town, there are only a handful of people I would truly call “friends,” and I haven’t been on a date since… well, longer than I’d like to admit.

  I have no real desire for a man in my life again. I’d gotten married right after high school, to Lionel Rockford. We’d dated all throughout school, and our parents considered each of us the “appropriate match” for their precious trust fund babies, so we’d gone along with their expectations.

  I’d done the housewife thing. Been there, done that, moved on.

  And so I end up spending a lot of time at home, alone except for Kal, but I prefer it that way. I had spent my life in households constantly bustling with people, so I’ve come to enjoy the quiet of my own company.

  Yanking me out of my sudden worries about my hermit-ish thoughts, my phone buzzes and chimes with a call. A quick glance reveals that it’s my friend Delia Lambert - er, Donoghue. I still think of her by her maiden name before remembering that she’s married now. To more than one husband, at that.

  “Hey, Gina, I hate to ask, but is there any way you can make it over here by eight thirty tomorrow?” she asks, wasting no time.

  She sounds flustered and upset, and I’m immediately concerned, especially considering that she’s currently about five months pregnant.

  “Sure, Del, everything ok? Need a ri
de to a doctor’s appointment or something?” I ask, hoping it’s something that harmless.

  “It’s not about me,” she says, and I can just picture her waving off my concerns, “It’s about the ranch.”

  Part of the reason Delia and I have become close fairly recently is that I’m working with her and her family on this massive dude ranch that they’re building. I joined in as an investor, liking the idea of drawing wealthy businessmen to our little hamlet to get a taste of farm life.

  After all, wealthy tourists meant a rise in sales in my shop, so I thought it a wise investment overall.

  They’ve kept me in the loop and let me be deeply involved in the process, so when Delia continues and explains that they’re having an urgent planning meeting, I agree to make it over there. I print out a sign for the door to put up before I leave, advising anyone that shows up bright and early to the store that I will be opening late and apologizing for the inconvenience.

  “So, is this an “all hands on deck” kind of meeting?” I hedge.

  “Yeah, everyone will be there, why?” Delia asks, and I can hear the hint of a smile in her voice.

  I roll my eyes.

  “Just asking, don’t read too much into it,” I grumble.

  I know why she’s teasing me, just like she knows why I’m asking. The latest investors on this project are four wealthy brothers, from the same town in Ireland as Delia’s husbands and their cousins.

  The Byrnes are all overwhelmingly sexy, each of them with ridiculously chiseled bodies and the kind of dazzling smiles that make lesser women drop their panties.

  But I can’t stand them.

  They’re obnoxious, arrogant assholes who make a big show about getting physically involved with the dude ranch building, working alongside the contracting crew. They seem to resent my presence as much as I do theirs, and every single time we’ve interacted, we’ve argued about something.