The Cassidy Brothers

by Sienna Blake

  “I’d love to give you a shot…” he began.

  My shoulders sagged.

  “But I don’t think we should complicate our…situation with making you an employee before you decide.”

  My stomach curdled. My future, which had sparkled with hope not ten seconds ago, now shattered in my hands. I was faced with an impossible choice yet again.

  “Orla?” My name from Aogán’s mouth was filled with a question I had no answer to.

  All three brothers were staring at me. I had to answer. I had to pick.

  But…who?

  “I think,” Tristan said, “we have to stop trying to make Orla choose.”

  “I’m not letting her go,” Donncha said fiercely. There was something primal about his tone that made heat pool in my stomach.

  “None of us are. I think we’ve made that clear,” Aogán said. At least they were in agreement about something.

  “Then the only option we have is…to share,” Tristan said. His blue eyes locked on mine as if he was gauging my reaction as he continued speaking to them. “If she’s willing, that is.”

  That pool of heat turned into an inferno fuelled by lust at the thought. To have all three brothers. To have them share me.

  It was something that I hadn’t allowed myself to seriously consider before, but in the dark of night, all alone in my room, I had entertained the dirtiest of fantasies about the three of them taking me at the same time.

  “I…I think that would work,” I said slowly, scanning face to face, trying to gauge their reactions. “I mean, I’d like to try…if you will?”

  Donncha looked stunned. Aogán, like always, was hiding whatever he was feeling.

  I could scarcely dare to hope.

  I could love all three of them. Be with all three of them. My soul would be complete.

  “How would that even work?” Donncha asked after a tense moment.

  “We’d all be in a relationship with Orla,” Tristan said. “It would all be about her.”

  “Yeah, but…how would that work?”

  “We’d have to figure it out, I guess. One step at a time.”

  “That’s crazy,” Aogán said, his voice dripping with aggression as his eyes locked on Tristan, but the youngest Cassidy brother wasn’t backing down. “Three of us can’t even get along. How could we share a woman?”

  “She has been the best thing to happen to the three of us,” Tristan said, coming to my side and wrapping an arm around me. I sank against him, holding my breath. If anyone could convince Aogán, it was Tristan. “She brings peace into our world. Look at how well we were getting along until two days ago. I want that back. Most importantly, I want Orla to be happy.”

  “I want you all to be happy too,” I said, looking at each of them one at a time as I spoke, pleading with my eyes. “If I chose, it would hurt two of you and me. And I wouldn’t be able to give myself wholly to the man I chose. So we’d all be hurting. We’d all be broken and unhappy. I love you all. So much. And equally. I can’t choose one of you. If you give this a chance, we could have a chance.”

  There was a long, heavy silence. I didn’t realise I was holding my breath until Tristan squeezed my shoulder.

  “Is this what you really want?” Donncha asked, staring at me intently.

  I nodded, my lungs too constricted to speak right now.

  He licked his lips and nodded. “Then it’s worth a try.”

  “No,” Aogán said to me.

  My heart leapt into my throat. “But Aogán—”

  “No. This is madness.” He turned his eyes to me, flaring with more anger than I’d ever seen in the normally calm and stoic man. His voice was like thunder. “You have to choose. Now.”

  What he was asking was impossible. My heart wouldn’t allow it. “I’m sorry,” I choked out.

  Aogán shook his head, a disgusted look on his face. “I’m done with this.” He turned on his heel and stormed out the back door, slamming it behind him.

  “Aogán!” I said, running after him. “Wait.”

  “Well, that went over well,” Donncha commented dryly from behind me, but I barely heard him. I was only fixed on the man who’d taken a piece of me with him when he left.

  I pushed open the back door, praying that Aogán hadn’t gone too far.

  He was leaning up against the house, his body language was screaming stay away with his tightly crossed arms and grinding teeth. The stray cat I’d been feeding circling his legs, rubbing against him and purring loudly. Me too, kitty.

  He stiffened as I approached, watching me like a hawk, but he didn’t move away. At least he didn’t move away, right? There was hope here. Right?

  I stopped right in front of him, toe to toe. Gingerly I slid my hands onto his arms, testing his reaction to my touch. His face softened. He unfolded his arms, pulling me into his chest. I rested my head over his heart, and we held each other for a long time. I clung to him, fearful that it would be the last time, afraid that he was slipping away from me. I’d be heartbroken if I lost him.

  “I don’t know if I can do this,” he said, breaking the silence. I lifted my head and looked at his face. “You know I’ve always loved you, right?”

  I nodded slowly. I had suspected as much.

  “I thought I missed my chance when you left. Now we’re finally together again, and I’m competing with my brothers. My brothers.” He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, swallowing down hurt.

  “But you see, you’re not competing with them. You have me. All of me. All of my heart.”

  “So do they,” he said bitterly.

  “That doesn’t take anything away from what I feel for you.”

  “If I were enough—”

  “That’s not how love works.”

  “It is.”

  “So if your ma was enough, you wouldn’t need your da? If Donncha was enough, you wouldn’t need Tristan?”

  “That’s different,” he said with a frustrated growl.

  “How?”

  Aogán opened his mouth, then shut it. He shook his head. “This whole sharing idea...I just don’t know. It’s not how I imagined things would work out when we were younger.”

  “That doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be great.” I swallowed thickly.

  His brows furrowed, his lips pulling into a grimace. And I knew I was losing him. “You have to choose.”

  I pulled away, my heart breaking. My only choice was clear. “If the only option is to choose, then I choose none.”

  I would not be the reason that this family broke apart. I would not tear my heart into pieces and destroy all of the pieces but one. I would walk away, fractured, broken, but whole.

  Aogán straightened, his hands reaching for me. “You don’t mean that.”

  I nodded, my vision of him already going blurry behind the tears that were falling.

  “You’d walk away from all of us?”

  “I can’t choose, Aogán. And if I can’t be with all of you, then what else can I do?”

  He caught me, his hand coming up to my cheeks to wipe tears away. Aogán studied me closely for the longest time. “Are you sure you can handle all of us?”

  A surge of desire flooded me. “Are you saying that you’ll try?”

  In lieu of an answer, he pressed his lips to mine. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted off the ground, my legs going around his waist as I gripped his muscled arms through his button-up shirt. He carried me into the house like that, breaking our kiss as we came back into the kitchen.

  “Come on,” he barked at Donncha and Tristan, who were still standing at the kitchen island. The three of them shared a meaningful look, and I knew that they were coming to an unspoken understanding. We were going to do this.

  Aogán carried me up the stairs and down the hall, kicking the door open to my room. Tristan and Donncha followed us inside.

  Aogán put me back on my feet beside the bed. His brothers coming to stand on either side of him. I shivered. Aogán, Donncha, and Tristan
were all looking at me like I was a delicious treat about to be devoured. My room suddenly felt too small, too devoid of oxygen with these three beautiful men crowded inside it.

  Donncha was first to pull his shirt over his head. The others followed suit, and soon everywhere I looked there was smooth skin stretched over sinewy muscle. Aogán had a tattoo along his ribs that I didn’t know he’d gotten. I stepped closer so I could read the Irish words Ná géill slí scrawled in black ink. Never compromise. Reaching out, I traced the words with the tips of my fingers, and he shuddered.

  I felt a presence at my back. Fingers skimmed my stomach before grabbing hold of the bottom hem of my t-shirt. I looked over my shoulder to see Tristan there. As he lifted my shirt over my head, Aogán unbuttoned my jeans. Donncha stepped up beside me, using his fingers to turn my chin toward him. His lips brushing over mine and along my jaw as Tristan nipped at my neck on the other side.

  Every inch of my body tingled. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensations as I was touched and kissed. They undressed me slowly until I was left in only my matching green satin bra and panties. Donncha unbraided my hair so that it flowed freely halfway down my back, his fingers combing through my locks sending tingles through me.

  When I opened my eyes again, Aogán was still in front of me, his eyes running over my body hungrily. “My Orla,” he mumbled to himself, but we all heard it in the quiet room.

  Donncha was kicking out of his jeans, his beautiful muscled body bare to my gaze. He gripped his length, stroking it as he watched Tristan unclasp my bra. It fell away, exposing my hardened nipples to the cool air of the room. Aogán kissed me, stealing my breath away. Tristan pressed up behind me, his large hands cupping my breasts, his erection against my ass. My back arched and Aogán deepened the kiss.

  “Take her to the bed,” Donncha said.

  Tristan moved from behind me, shedding his clothes. Aogán pushed me backward until I was sprawled on the bed before him. Donncha crawled onto the bed beside me, his mouth covering my nipple. Electric shocks of pleasure travelled from where he suckled down to my aching core.

  “Spread your legs for me,” Aogán demanded. My thighs fell open without hesitation. He settled on the bed, his arms hooking under my legs and his hands holding me in place at the hips. He buried his face between my legs. I let out a sound that was part whimper, part scream as pleasure rocked through me at each stroke of his wicked tongue. My head knocked back, my eyes squeezed shut as my head spun. Two wet mouths on me. It was heaven.

  “Open your eyes,” Tristan said.

  My eyelids opened to see that he was on his knees beside my head, his erection jutting out from his hips. I reached out and took ahold of it, stroking up and down as I had done with Donncha last week. That had been my first time touching an erection, my first time taking one into my mouth. I’d let my instincts take over then, and I did the same thing now. I listened to my body, which was thrumming with pleasure.

  Aogán inserted a long finger into me, pumping in and out while he sucked on my clit. That, combined with Donncha’s lavish attention on my nipples, made me shake as my muscles begin to lock up. God, I was so close. My hand moved faster on Tristan’s erection, matching the pace of Aogán’s finger.

  Then he added a second one.

  Donncha nipped my nipple with his teeth, causing an intense mixture of pleasure and pain that sent me skyrocketing over the edge, head first into a massive, quivering orgasm.

  As I floated down from my high, I felt Aogán pull his fingers out of me and replace them with his tongue, lapping at the wetness gathered there, groaning in a way that made me think he enjoyed what he was doing almost as much as I did. I was suddenly needy again. I couldn’t believe how fast I recovered from my climax, ready for so much more.

  Aogán gave me one more kiss before he pulled away, standing up and finally slipping out of his slacks. All three men were naked as they surrounded me, the sight as overwhelming as it was glorious. Donncha positioned himself between my open legs, his rock-hard length gliding over my sensitive clit as he rested on his elbows above me.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice low.

  “Yes,” I moaned, lifting my legs and tilting my hips. I desperately wanted more. “Please, Donncha, fuck me.”

  Donncha slipped the head of his erection into me. He paused, giving me time to adjust to his size. I didn’t need time. I needed him.

  I reached down and grabbed him by the hips, pulling him closer and deeper inside. Donncha let out a strangled sound that was purely masculine as I took him all the way inside, feeling him stretching me. God, that felt so good I almost lost my mind.

  “Harder,” I begged.

  Donncha muttered my name like a curse but started to move on top of me in just the way I needed him to, pounding into me harder and harder while I held on for dear life. I felt wild, untamed, begging him for more and started matching his thrusts with hip gyrations of my own. Aogán and Tristan were watching with their hands around their thick erections, and the sight of that just made me feel more out of control.

  “Shit,” Donncha said, sounding almost like he was in pain. “Damn it, Orla. I can’t hold out if we’re going like this. Shit, I’m sorry, baby.”

  “Come for me,” I said, feeling powerful for my ability to bring him to the brink so quickly. I felt like a goddess.

  His hips drove forward impossibly faster than before and his breath came in short gasps. Donncha exploded inside of me with my name on his lips. He never stopped thrusting, drawing out his own pleasure as long as possible. I could feel him pulsing inside of me. His lips latched onto the side of my neck, marking me on the inside and out.

  I wasn’t done, and Donncha’s climax had made me desperate to reach my own. He pulled out of me and I looked to Aogán.

  “Get on your knees, baby,” he said, stepping closer. I flipped over, feeling more exposed than ever before, but no longer letting myself dwell on that. My yearning overrode it.

  Aogán grabbed my hips and pulled me backward until I was at the edge of the bed. A gentle pressure from the palm of his hand on my lower back had me spreading my legs farther apart until my hips were low enough for Aogán to enter me while standing.

  He didn’t waste time being gentle or going easy. Aogán ran a hand over my ass, then thrust into me, driving me forward. Thrusting a hand into my hair, he pulled slightly, causing a stinging sensation that served to heighten the pleasure he elicited from me. My breasts swayed as I rocked back and forth. The sound of flesh on flesh and heavy breathing filled the room. I was so lost in the feeling of his pounding that I didn’t notice that Tristan had climbed onto the bed until he was right in front of me.

  On his knees, he cupped my chin while holding his erection. He didn’t have to tell me what he wanted. I opened my mouth and took in as much of his length as I could. There was something thrilling about taking them both like this, being used for pleasure by both men and receiving it in kind. I was hungry for everything they gave me. All of it. All of them. Everywhere.

  Nothing existed outside of this moment. The whole world fell away and I was lost to them. Lost to need and pleasure and love. Every drive of Aogán’s hips pushed me farther onto Tristan’s cock.

  My orgasm slammed into me, my core clenching and throbbing as I was pinned between the two men.

  Tristan exploded inside of my mouth with a loud cry. I swallowed it all like a good little girl.

  Aogán squeezed my hips hard enough to leave bruises, crying out as he came hard inside me, sending me headlong into another orgasm. Or maybe it was the same one, coming in waves. I couldn’t tell anymore, and it really didn’t matter. All I knew was that I’d never felt this kind of pleasure before.

  I needed this in my life. I needed all three of these men. It was unconventional, but I didn’t care.

  Aogán pressed kisses on my sweaty back before he slid out of me. I collapsed on the bed, my arms shaking and weak. A kiss was pressed to my temple. I looked up and saw
Tristan there, the love in his eyes making my heart leap.

  Aogán came to the other side of the bed, pulling back the covers. He had his boxers on and a satisfied smile stretched across his face.

  “Here, ginger snap,” Donncha said, handing over his t-shirt. “Sleep in this.”

  “Sleep?” I let out a big yawn as I spoke. I hadn’t realised how tired I was until just now. I took the shirt and pulled it over my head. “Will you stay?” I said. The three brothers looked at me questioningly. “All of you,” I clarified. “Stay with me tonight. Please.”

  Aogán slid between the sheets and held his arm out to me. Crawling across the bed, I laid beside him, my back pressed to his front, his arm draped around my waist.

  Donncha and Tristan looked at each other and to the other spot on my other side. “I suppose we’ll have to take turns,” Donncha said with a chuckle. He held out a fist to Tristan. “Best out of three?”

  I rolled my eyes as the two boys played out a game of scissor-paper-rock. It’d been something they did when they were kids when there was only one controller left on the PlayStation.

  “I’m not a bleeding controller, guys,” I said teasingly.

  Tristan let out a yelp of victory and Donncha huffed. “No, ginger snap. You’re much, much more than a controller.”

  “Although we do all want to get our hands on you,” Tristan added as he slid in next to me, his legs tangling with mine.

  “Control you,” Aogán said in my ear, his fingertips pressing into me. A shiver went down my back. At this rate, I wouldn’t be getting any sleep.

  Donncha got in on Tristan’s other side and turned off the lamp. I reached an arm around Tristan’s waist and found Donncha’s hand, our fingers curling around each other’s.

  Tristan pressed his forehead against mine in the darkness.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. His voice was quiet, but it was so silent in the room and we were all so close together that the others could hear as well.

  “More than okay,” I said, and I was sure they could hear the smile in my voice. “I’m exactly where I belong.”

  Aogán tightened his hold around my waist.

  “Goodnight, ginger snap,” Donncha said from the other side of Tristan.