by Madison Faye
“Yes,” I whisper.
Ben and Gavin’s eyes light up, both of them grinning hugely across chiseled, handsome jaws.
“Yes!” I gasp, giggling as they both suddenly rush into me, scooping me into both of their arms tightly.
“You just better bring her back at some point,” Keily sighs. “I didn’t say for forever, just a visit!”
Clay chuckles, grinning at the three of us before he and Eamon turn to the rest of them.
“Alright, pack it up. We’re out of here.”
The men file out, but Eamon, Clay, and Phoebe linger another second.
“The Kings’ll have a jet waiting for you at Logan International’s VIP wing tonight at seven, lads,” Clay growls. “And lady, of course.”
“Room for two more?” Ash suddenly pipes up.
Eamon smirks, raking his fingers over his jaw before he sighs.
“Fuck it, fine. I’ll make the call. But Ash?”
“Yeah boss?”
“Wear some fucking pants.”
Ben, Gavin, Keily, and I crack up as Clay, Phoebe, and Eamon file out of the apartment.
“Um, I’m going to go put some clothes on.” Keily blushes, biting her lip before she looks at me. “Don’t you dare leave before I come back out.”
“Well don’t disappear for almost three fucking weeks, and I won’t,” I mutter back, making her grin.
“Deal,” she laughs, turning to dart into the bedroom.
“I’ll, uh, help,” Ash growls, clearing his throat and giving Gavin and Ben a wink before he darts after my sister and shuts the door.
I roll my eyes as I hear whispered giggling from the other side of the door, but I ignore it and turn to my two men.
“So, this is happening?”
“Fuck I hope so,” Ben growls. “Look, Charlotte, you’ve got a job, and a life here. We get that. And if you want to stay here, we’ll do whatever it takes to be here, with you.”
“How about you show me Dublin, and then I can make up my mind,” I say softly, taking both of their hands in mine.
“I think we can start there,” Gavin chuckles. “So are you ready to come to Ireland, are is it more that you’re ready to come for some Irish?”
I grin, my face burning hot as the two gorgeous, rough, amazing men crowd into me, holding me tight and leaning in to nuzzle my neck, making me whimper softly.
“Both?” I grin, blushing.
The two of them laugh, holding me tight. Ben leans down, and I moan as our lips crush together. I kiss him slow and deep before I pull away and lean into Gavin, tasting his lips as well.
“I love you, Charlotte,” Ben growls.
“And I love you,” Gavin purrs.
I blush wildly, my heart racing and my entire body just buzzing for them, and for whatever comes next.
“And I love you too,” I whisper softly. “Both of you.”
We crash together, and I know that whatever comes next, I’ve got one thing figured out.
Well, two things. And there’s no way I’m letting them go.
Epilogue
Charlotte
I gasp, moaning as I fall back into Ben’s chest. He groans, kissing my neck eagerly as he sinks back into the big, high-backed chair, me on his lap. I moan again as his thick cock drags over my eager pussy, my ass grinding back against his abs with his big erection poking out between my legs, pulsing against my sex and my tummy.
I whimper as I look down, my fingers teasing him and marveling at the sheer size of him, seeing where he’d be up inside of me if he was in me.
“So fucking deep,” Gavin growls, as if reading my mind.
My eyes drag up to him as he stalks towards Ben and I, slowly fisting his fat cock. I moan as I see the beads of milky white precum dripping from his crown, and I start to stroke Ben a little faster. He’s already slick from first my mouth and then my dripping wet pussy, and when he grunts and grabs my hips to raise me up, I shiver in anticipation.
Both of them, filling me together, is quite possibly the single best thing in the world. Which is exactly what’s about to happen.
It’s been a few months since everything went down in Boston, where my world was forever changed. If I wasn’t so preoccupied with the excitement of what they’re about to do to me, I could turn to look out the window of our loft at the Dublin skyline, where I’ve been ever since the night we flew here to meet the Irish Kings themselves.
Yeah, I stayed. I mean, can you honesty blame me?
It was bittersweet to leave my job at the hospital back home, but as it turns out, there was plenty of work for me here, in Dublin. See, the Syndicate isn’t just a crime ring. In fact, they do a lot of outreach and good to places and people that need the help, including a ton of free medical centers here in Dublin. And they were more than happy to find work for a nurse.
Ben and Gavin ended up getting promotions after the whole thing. It keeps them busy, and annoyingly, traveling more than I’d want them to be. But also, it’s kept them safer—less “on the ground action” and more behind the scenes decision making. And trust me, as hot as it is being with rough guys like them who carry guns and brave danger and all that, it’s way better being able to sleep at night when they’re out.
Leaving Keily was hard—harder than I even thought it would be. But she visits a lot—her and Ash. Oh, there’s a whole lot more to that story, too. And hearing the whole thing was insane when she first spilled the whole thing to me. But, that’s a story for her to tell, I guess.
The thing with the Russians was smoothed over so quick it would have made your head spin. The guys who came after Keily, and then me, and then all of us, were in fact a splinter group from the main Bratva family. And the higher-ups handled it real quick, making sure a message was sent loud and clear about dissent or mutiny in their own ranks. Maybe a little hardcore, but hey, no one else was coming after me or my sister, that’s for sure.
Life in Dublin has actually turned out to be everything I was always looking for. I mean besides my two guys, I’ve become really good friends with Phoebe, as well as Fiona and Shay—two of the “Kings” on the council. Yeah, as it turns out, “King” is just the old-world name for those who sit on the Irish crime council. But trust me, those two ladies are badass, and can handle more shit than most guys I ever knew back home. The four of us have become quite a close group, and it’s been great with me being new and Ben and Gavin traveling from time to time.
Ben’s teeth nip at my neck, and I gasp, shaking myself back into the moment. His powerful hands lift me up, and I gasp as he lowers me again, centering his slick, throbbing cock head against my asshole.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, panting as I feel him start to push up against my tight ring.
“Let me open this pretty ass up, baby girl,” he growls into my ear darkly. “Let me feel that tight little ass open for my fat cock. Let me see what a dirty little fuck-toy you can be taking my big dick deep in your ass.”
I moan, absolutely loving the filthy way they talk sometimes. I whimper as he pushes more slowly inside, with a gasp, I feel my ass begin to open. I gasp as his head begins to pry its way inside, until suddenly, he’s slipping inside. I moan deeply, a guttural, primal moan of pleasure as Ben’s huge cock begins to push into my ass.
He growls into my ear, his big hands tight on my ass as he helps lower me down inch after inch. My legs are spread lewdly and widely to either side of his, my pink, glistening pussy spread and wet as Gavin growls and strokes his cock, watching us.
“Oh fuck yes,” he hisses, pumping his thick dick. “Baby, you look so fucking sexy taking his cock in your ass.”
I whimper, feeling Ben slide deeper and deeper, feeding every single inch of his cock up my ass until his balls are resting against me.
“Fuck,” he groans, flexing his cock deep inside of me as I whimper in pleasure.
Ben hisses, moving forward, and my pulse spikes as he moves between my legs, still jerking his fat cock. He moves closer, maneuvering between
my legs and Ben’s until his swollen cock brushes over my clit. I whimper, biting my lip and looking into his deep blue eyes as he groans, stroking his head up and down my lips. His eyes lock with mine as he centers himself, and slowly, he starts to push.
“Oh, God,” I choke out, that familiar and amazing feeling of being so fucking full of them washing over me as Gavin begins to sink his cock into my eager pussy. I’m seriously so freaking tight with his brother already filling my ass, Gavin has to grit his teeth and flex every muscle in his chiseled, inked body to push his thick cock into me.
He slides deeper and deeper, until with a guttural moan from my lips and a growl from his, he’s all the way in. They’re both all the way in.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!” I moan, panting and rolling my eyes back in pleasure as they both flex inside of me. But then, they start to move.
It’s practiced now, and they know exactly how to drive me completely wild. The two of them grip me tightly, keeping me firmly in place as they begin to roll their hips in tandem. They get a rhythm going—Ben sliding out of my ass as Gavin slides deep into my pussy, before he slides out just as Ben sinks every inch up my tight little ass.
Muscles coil and ripple, mouths claim my mouth, and my neck, and my nipples as I just freaking melt on this endless wave of pleasure. In and out, the two of them roll their hips fluidly abs flexing and thick, fat cocks pumping in and out of me until I’m ready to just freaking explode for them. Hands skim over me, cupping my ass, spanking my ass, gripping my thighs, teasing my nipples, and tangling in my hair. They move faster, with more of a savage primalness, like they’re fighting to hang on and not just ravish the fuck out of me.
And then slowly, even that crumbles, until the three of us are writhing and rutting together in a haze of pure bliss and pleasure. At some point, I scream as the orgasm I never saw coming explodes through me. They make me come again barely a minute later, their mouths and hands and gorgeous big cocks driving me absolutely insane as I scream for more.
We keep going, grinding and thrusting and panting all together until I start to feel their huge cocks swell even bigger inside of me, and I know they’re about to come. I crush my mouth to Gavin’s, our tongues swirling as they roll their hips and fill me up over and over and over again, pushing me higher and higher towards one more huge orgasm.
I twist my head, gasping as I pull away from Gavin to sear my lips to Ben. His tongue dances with mine, and I moan into his mouth as his brother’s lips find my neck, panting into my skin as he grips me tight. Gavin roars, pounding into me hard and fast and deep as we all three begin to tumble towards that release.
Ben roars, his muscles flexing hard against me, his grip on my ass tight as he thrusts up into me wildly. His heavy, cum-filled balls slap against me, and his huge cock sinks to the hilt in my naughty ass over and over. My whole body tightens, my toes curl, and my heart skips as the wave crests right over me.
“Come for us, baby,” Gavin hisses into my ear. “Be a good little dirty girl and come on these two big fat cocks filling both your naughty little slutty holes.”
Yeah, that’s it. I convulse, shuddering and shaking as the huge orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. I moan into Ben’s mouth, panting and gasping for air as the two of them thrust deeply into me, and suddenly, they’re falling over that edge with me. Both of them go off at the exact same time, and I literally tumble right into another orgasm at the feel of both of them pulsing and throbbing at the same time. Ben roars, and I whimper at the feel of the thick, hot torrents of cum pumping deep in my ass.
Gavin hisses, grinding all nine inches of his huge cock deep inside of my pussy as his balls jump. I cry out as I feel his warm cum flooding into me, absolutely filling me with his sticky seed as the orgasm detonates through me.
The rest of the world fades away, until it’s just me, Ben, and Gavin, lying still, panting and gasping for air. The two of them kiss me slowly and deeply, one and then the other, still buried to the hilt inside of me as they hold me tight.
“At some point,” Gavin groans. “We do need to put clothes on.”
I pout. “Do we have to?”
Ben shrugs. “Fuck it, I say we show up to dinner au natural.” He frowns almost instantly. “Well, no, you’re putting something on at least.”
I giggle. We’re actually pushing it on time to go over to Phoebe, Clay, and Eamon’s place for dinner.
“Just me?” I turn and stick my tongue out at him.
“Yup,” Gavin growls. “This?” he wags his eyes over my nudity, and I blush.
“Yeah, that’s just for our eyes, not Eamon and Clay.”
I laugh, since this whole conversation is absurd since we’re obviously not going over to our friends’ house naked.
“What sort of double standards shit is that?” I laugh. “Like I’m going to let Phoebe get a look at all of this,” I purr, running my hands over both of them. “Hell no.”
They chuckle, leaning in to kiss me slowly.
“Well, we should probably grab that shower and get dressed then,” Ben murmurs.
“Well we’d better hurry then,” I purr, my pulse already quickening again.
“Oh,” Gavin chuckles in amusement. “And why’s that?”
“Because,” I shrug matter-of-factly before I grin hungrily. “Because I want you both again before we go over to dinner.”
The guys growl, and I gasp as their still very hard cocks twitch inside of me.
“I think we’ve created a monster,” Gavin grins.
“No complaints here,” Ben chuckles, kissing my neck.
“None here either,” Gavin murmurs against my lips.
“So, baby,” Ben growls darkly into my ear, adding that little edge to it that he knows makes me wild.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for us again, or do we need to take turns spanking that naughty ass until you do?”
“Yes,” I breathe, panting. “And also, yes?”
They grin, moving in to kiss me, and I moan as I feel them start to move again.
Great friends, a job I love, and two gorgeous, amazing men who I’m crazy about and who love me with everything they have? Yeah, life is pretty damn good, and I know all three of us are going to hang onto it with everything we have.
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The End.
Sneak Peek - Get Lucky
Wanting her could destroy us.
Touching her could start a war.
But the consequences stopped mattering the moment we knew she’d be ours.
Now sharing her is our obsession, and we won’t be stopped…
They call us Kings. Born on the war-torn streets of Belfast and trained in the hard-knocks life of crime, now we’re two ruthless Kingpins at the very top of the Irish mob. And we’re visiting Boston for one reason: to kill the man who hurt one of our own.
But “the plan” goes out the window the second she walks into the room. Gorgeous, alluring, and feisty as hell. Sharp green eyes, blazing red hair, and legs a man can only dream of feeling wrapped around his waist.
But Phoebe’s also entirely off-limits. She’s forbidden fruit, and dangerous as fuck. Hell, she belongs to the man we’re here to kill. But then, she stopped being another man’s woman the second he put her up as a bet in a card game.
…And when the chips fall? Well, you better believe we’re going to collect our prize.
Tangling ourselves with her could mean losing everything. But one taste of her sassy lips and freckled skin makes us lose all control, and we know we won’t be stopped from taking what’s ours.
Because now, we’ve got a new plan: claim her as our own, keep her safe, and destroy anyone who tries to take her from us.
We’re not sure if Phoebe’s got any Irish in her.
…but she’s about to
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Chapter 1
Phoebe
The shiver starts somewhere in my core. It tightens there, teasing through me, sending tingles to dark, wicked places, before it trips its way up my spine. I can feel my skin prickling, despite the warm temperature of the dark, smoky room. Heat flushes through my cheeks and sparks through my green eyes.
I swallow thickly. My thighs clench. Electricity teases through me as my nipples brush against the silky fabric of my slinky green dress.
The room is pin-drop silent and packed with men. Rough, crude, wicked men, most of them. And I know most of the eyes in the room are locked onto me, considering what’s just happened. But I’ve somehow tuned all of them out. All the thugs and the crooks—the rough-and-tumble types that work for Patrick’s uncle, Terry Morrow.
Yes, that Terry Morrow. The de-facto head of the Boston chapter of the Irish mob.
They’re all here for the poker game. But again, I’ve tuned out the rest of the eyes staring me down—the henchmen, the bouncers at the door, the dealer, all of them with eyes lingering on me in this moment. I’ve even managed to tune out Patrick, my god-awful, hot-headed slime ball of a “fiancé”.
I’ve tuned out everyone. That is, except for two of them.
I shiver again in the dimness of the smoky back-room of the bar, where the high-rollers game is being played out. You can vaguely hear the dull murmur of the revelers out in the main bar of O’Doyle’s, not to mention out on the streets outside. It is Saint Patrick’s Day, in Boston, after all.
Suddenly, I blink, and everything around me starts to tumble out of the slow-motion speed it’s been moving in back to normal. I turn, my eyes locking onto Patrick as my brow furrows.
