“They say it’s over. They have men monitoring the flight and on the ground in Ireland,” Cesar said to Finlin and all the men.
“Holy shit. How the fuck did they get the hell on a plane and get out of the country?” Stack asked.
“They were steps ahead of the agents. Yorkshire must really think he can evade capture by leaving the country. He’s wanted by the federal government and even by his own government in Ireland. What the hell?” Pisces added.
“Well, it wasn’t what we were hoping for or expecting, but at least the slimy fucks aren’t on U.S. soil any longer. Thylane and her family are safe, and you, Finlin, no longer have to worry about going under cover again,” Cesar said, and they all exhaled.
Cesar looked at Thylane. “Are you going to tell her?” he asked. Finlin nodded his head but looked like he was still trying to process the news.
* * * *
Thylane hugged Finlin tight and kissed his neck. “I can’t believe it’s over. I’m so glad that you’re safe, Finlin.”
He was shocked because his worry was over her, but it seemed she was concerned about his professional involvement and how he had gone under cover and other men had died in the same position.
He caressed her back and her ass as she continued to kiss him. The house now empty, their friends, their family long gone, leaving them to celebrate the good news. He still, however, had an uneasy feeling in his gut. More than likely from wanting Yorkshire dead, not on a plane heading to potential freedom in Ireland.
“Arms up,” he ordered, and she pulled back and raised her arms, her lips parted. The desire in her eyes matched how he felt.
She pulled her sweater up over her head and tossed it to the couch. Stack moved in behind her and unclipped her bra as he kissed her bare shoulder.
“You’re ours now. It’s official, baby. We can spend all day in bed just loving you,” Finlin told her and cupped her cheeks as the bra fell from her arms and Stack continued to undress her. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, savoring the taste of her, the sensations of need building in his body, in his cock.
He wanted to claim her, to fuck her deeply and know she was safe, secure, in his arms with his cock buried deep inside of her. He pulled back, and she swayed slightly. Stack gripped her hips and ran his palms up under her arms from behind to cup her large breasts. She moaned, closed her eyes, and leaned back against him while Finlin undressed.
A glance to the right showed Pisces and Rusty pulling off their shirts and undressing, too. Stack rocked his hips against her ass as he suckled her neck.
“We need you all the time, Thylane. To claim you, make love to you. Inside you everything is perfect.”
She raised her arms up behind her head and touched him, ran her hands at his head best as she could from that position. It made her breasts stick out, and of course, Finlin couldn’t resist taking a taste of her. He lowered down to one knee and cupped a breast and licked the tip as Rusty joined him to feast on the other.
“Oh God please. Please, I need all of you.”
“And all of us you’ll get,” Pisces said as he tapped the tube of lube against his palm.
Finlin trailed his mouth from breast to ribs to the tattoo then over her mound. He lifted her one thigh up over his shoulder, making her gasp and then lean back against Stack’s chest.
“I’ve got you, baby. We all do,” Stack told her. She rocked her hips the moment Finlin’s tongue curled up into her pussy.
“I love your body. Feasting on it, fucking it,” Stack said and tugged on her nipple, making her squirm.
“Oh please.” She began to beg when Pisces cupped her cheek and kissed her on the mouth. All four men had mouths on her, and it made Finlin’s cock grow harder. He pulled his mouth from her cunt and stood up.
“I need in,” he said.
“We all need in,” Stack stated.
She moaned, and Stack lifted her up into his arms and kissed her as she straddled his waist and kissed him back. He turned around and lay down on the edge of the long lounge end of the couch that had no arm rests. It was open, and his legs bent over the edge as he fell to the back, and she pulled from his mouth, laughing.
Smack. He spanked her ass, and Finlin took the lube from Pisces and spread her ass cheeks. She gasped, and they were once again touching her, placing her into the position they wanted and needed her in, and she accepted without hesitation.
He stared at Stack’s large hand over her ass, and then his finger slide back and forth over the crack.
“Take me inside of you and fuck me good and deep. I want to hear you cry out our names in pleasure,” he told her.
“Oh God, Stack. This can’t be normal. This need, this hunger I feel.” She lifted up and slid down over his dick.
“So fucking normal and meant to be. Jesus, you feel snugger. Fuck.” He slid his palm from her ass, gripped her hips, and thrust upward.
“Stack.” She gasped and lowered down to grab onto his shoulders for support. Finlin slid the lube to her ass nice and easy, and she tilted back up and moaned. Pisces got up on the couch, held his dick in his hand, and stroked it.
“I need that mouth. Then Rusty and I are going to take you together,” he said to her, and she immediately lowered down to take Pisces’s cock into her mouth, and she started to suck.
“Here I come,” Finlin said, unable to wait. He was about to shoot his load, and he wasn’t even in her as yet. Rusty slapped his hands together then rubbed them.
“I can’t wait. Fuck her ass good, Finlin. Let her know we own her. Every fucking part of her is ours, and every part of us is hers.”
Finlin took that moment to slide into her ass. They all moaned, and it was on. The thrusting, panting, the need to claim her fully and mark her was his focus of desire. In and out, he and Stack thrust into her body as she bobbed her head up and down on Pisces’s cock.
“There. I’m there. Fuck!” Stack exclaimed. He gripped her hips and thrust up into her hard.
Finlin followed, thrusting two more times and then shoving balls deep into her ass. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He roared and came. He rested his head against her back and shoulder a moment, trying to catch his breath. He kissed her skin.
“I love you, baby. I love you,” he admitted, and Pisces pulled from her mouth.
She panted and turned to look at him with love and desire in her eyes. A tear fell. “I love you, too. I love all of you.”
Finlin kissed her mouth, and when he released her, she kissed Stack as Finlin eased from her ass.
“We all love you, sweetie,” Pisces said to her as she lifted up and accepted Pisces’s arms to pull her into his embrace.
* * * *
Rusty immediately grabbed the lube and slid fingers into her ass. She jerked and then lifted up, pulling from Pisces’s lips and moaned.
“Get inside of her. I’m desperate,” Rusty said and then kissed her shoulder before easing a cock into her ass. She moaned and tightened, and then Pisces slid up into her cunt. They held themselves within her. “Pure heaven,” Rusty said and hugged her back.
“Oh God, I feel so full. I can’t move,” she said and exhaled.
“No need to. We’ll do all the work, baby. You hold on for the ride,” Pisces said and pulled her down to kiss him as Rusty thrust into her ass, held on to her hips, and sought out his need for completion.
In and out they thrust their cocks into her body. He caressed her skin, stared at her luscious ass as his dick disappeared in and out of her asshole. She was sucking him tight, his eyes transfixed on claiming her in such a carnal effective way. She was part of him. He felt it, and he wanted to be part of her. He slid over her back, gripped her hips, and rocked deeply, slowly into her as while Pisces thrust upward.
“Do you feel it, Thylane? Our connection? Our bond? I’m part of you, and you’re part of me, of us,” he said.
“Yes. Oh God, yes, Rusty, I feel it. I’m coming,” she exclaimed, and both he and Pisces moved faster, deeper, and the three of them pan
ted
Then Thylane screamed out her release and made these little sounds at each thrust as she gripped onto Pisces’s arms as if their sizes, their cocks were too much for her. It made him lose his mind and he came, roaring her name as Pisces did at the same time. She fell to Pisces’s chest, and Rusty eased from her ass slowly, watching his dick slide out and thinking how he never, ever felt such a connection and bond before ever.
“I love you, Thylane. So very, very much,” he said and kissed her shoulder.
* * * *
Pisces caressed her back and her ass. He loved the feel of her in his arms and knowing she was their woman. They were officially her guardians, her protectors, and he wanted nothing more than to get lost over and over again in her body and in these sensations. The reality was they couldn’t do that. They had things to work out. Lives to live, sleeping arrangements to make. He squeezed her as he rolled her to the side to slide his limp cock from her pussy. He caressed her pink cheeks and ran his hands over her hair, pushing it from her face.
“Shower and then a little nap, maybe?” he asked her.
She nodded. “Or I can stay right here and not move for hours.”
They chuckled. Finlin bent down and caressed her hip and her ass. She blinked her eyes open.
“No can do, gorgeous. We have things to work out.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“Like you moving in with us.”
Even Pisces was surprised at how they were all thinking the same thing and how Finlin had just come out and said it. Pisces watched Thylane swallow hard.
“Move in with you?” she asked.
“It’s how it’s supposed to be. You know from your friends’ situations,” Rusty stated, pulling on his T-shirt and buttoning his jeans.
“But things just started. I haven’t even told my father about you guys,” she said, and Stack came over, too.
“You will tell your father, and we’ll ease into it. I say a week tops and you’ll be here full time,” he said confidently, and she chuckled and sat up on her elbows, her breasts full, nipples erect, and love bites along her breasts. She looked edible.
“Oh really?” she countered.
“Challenging me, woman?” Stack asked. Pisces’s cock hardened once again.
“Maybe,” she said.
“Oh no, not a good idea, honey,” Pisces said and sat up.
Stack bent down and loomed over her. She stared up into his eyes, and he caressed her from thigh to breast, cupping the mound. Her lips parted.
“You don’t want to disobey a direct order, Thylane,” he warned, and Thylane nibbled her bottom lip.
“And if I do?” she asked.
“Oh brother,” Finlin said, and in a flash, Stack flipped her onto her belly, pulled her down to the edge of the couch, and spanked her ass. She grabbed onto the cushion.
“Stack,” she cried out, and he gave her ass another spank and then smoothed his palm over where he’d spanked her. As she moaned, he pressed a finger down the crack of her ass right to her cunt.
“Oh boy, our woman likes a good spanking,” he said.
“Stack,” she reprimanded, and Pisces, Rusty, and Finlin chuckled.
“Why did we even bother to get dressed?” Finlin asked.
“Beats the fuck out of me,” Pisces said and pulled off his shirt as Stack undid his pants, pushed them down, got one leg out, and adjusted Thylane’s position. He lifted her hips and slid his cock right into her cunt from behind. He rocked into her immediately, thrusting faster and faster. The sight was arousing and showed Stack’s desperation. His jeans hung from his one ankle, his shirt hung over him, his ass moving back and forth as he thrust into Thylane, claiming her once again.
“We are definitely not leaving this house today,” Finlin said.
“We aren’t leaving the living room,” Rusty added, and the rest of them got undressed and prepared to make love to Thylane over and over again until exhaustion finally made them rest.
Chapter Nine
Thylane was happy to be back at Foley’s to finish off the painting, but her men weren’t. She was a little uneasy walking into the pub with them. Almost as intense as when she’d introduced her father and cousins to her men. Lauren was upset with her and begging Thylane to heed caution, which put a little damper in Thylane’s attitude with her men until they pulled information out of her about Lauren being a victim of abuse and how she was scared of a lot of things. Finlin told her about how Lauren met Steve, a soldier at Bo’s place and that Steve had asked Bubba and Thor all about her. Perhaps things might change for her cousin, too, and maybe she would find true love after experiencing such abuse and heartache.
With Pisces’s arm around her hip possessively, they were greeted by not only Mitchim and his cousin but several other cousins, and what started out as an awkward few minutes soon turned into a happy reunion. She walked over to the painting and stared at it a moment, trying to get into the feel for where she had been going over two weeks ago. So much had changed, including the decision to move in with her men this upcoming week. She felt the hand on her hip and turned to see Mitchim. He looked down into her eyes and gave her a smile.
“We missed ya around here, lassie,” he said, and then Pisces and another man she didn’t recognize approached. She believed he was a cousin or something to Pisces and Mitchim.
“I missed it here, too, Mitchim,” she replied.
“Ya mind not handling my woman?” Pisces said, instantly having a thick Irish brogue. She was shocked and even more so at the way her body tingled.
Mitchim released her and smiled, eyeing over her breasts in the tight long-sleeve top she wore with a pair of black jeggings.
“How can I resist when she’s such a fine-looking young woman?” he replied.
“Cool it, Mitchim, and introduce her to our cousin Rourke,” Pisces said.
“Are you sure I’m allowed? I’d hate for her to be so thrilled that I arranged this for her and it wasn’t you, Pisces,” Mitchim teased him, and Pisces took Thylane’s hand and brought it to his lips.
He held her gaze as he spoke and kissed her hand. “I think having her as my woman with my team makes me more favorable than you, even though this surprise will thrill her,” he said, and Mitchim shook his head.
“The lucky bastard. I should have made a move quicker,” he added. “Thylane, I would like you to meet our cousin, Rourke Foley, the curator and director for Saggamore Gallery.”
She was shocked. Her eyes widened, and then she gulped.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Thylane. When I came in here last week and saw that mural, I knew I needed to meet the artist. Then my cousin here tells me you’re now part of the family,” he said to her, sporting a thick brogue of his own.
“Yes she is,” Pisces said, hugging her shoulders, and she smiled.
“I’d like to talk to you about your work and perhaps see other paintings you have. I’m always looking for new artists that I believe will pique the interests of my clients.”
“Seriously?” she asked.
“Yes, definitely.”
Thylane smiled, and Pisces kissed her cheek and gave her hip a tap.
“Why don’t you work on your mural while I catch up with my cousins and make plans?” Pisces said, and she smiled then hugged and kissed Pisces.
“Hey! Where’s my hug and kiss? It was my doing getting Rourke to come here today,” Mitchim stated.
She pulled from Pisces and then hugged Mitchim and kissed his cheek. She felt his hand slide along her back and then lower and lower until Pisces grabbed it.
“Not a chance in hell I’ll let ya cop a feel,” Pisces said, very seriously.
Mitchim released her and gave a wink.
“I thought you liked sharing amongst family. We could all make Thylane here very happy,” Mitchim said and winked.
“Take a hike,” Finlin said to Mitchim and then pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. Before he released her, he gave her ass a smack. You be
long to me and the team only. Don’t listen to a word he says. He’s trouble,” Finlin said.
“Trouble? Does she know the shit you guys have gotten into over the years?” Mitchim raved, and then Pisces was pushing him away, and she laughed at the friendly banter and strong bond that was obviously shared among the family.
Things were changing, and for the better, and this family was expanding, relationships healing, and here she was in the center of it all painting a mural and perhaps her dreams would become reality. Maybe Rourke really could get her artwork into the Saggamore. Maybe.
She couldn’t help but to smile as she finished up the mural while her men socialized with their family, and their cousin complimented her artwork. She pushed aside any uneasy feelings being back here at the pub where Donnelly had tried flirting with her and caused her the problems with the feds. It was all behind her. Besides, she had her sexy, capable soldiers here to protect her and even their cousins, apparently men who had past of their own, and capabilities she hadn’t a clue about. Smiling, she took in the sight of the finished mural and finally got the closure she was looking for, and hopefully the start of making a name for herself and getting her other work in the Saggamore for real. Life was perfect, and loving her men and having them by her side would only get better and better each day.
* * * *
Brian sat in the parking lot and watched Thylane Mosely go into the office building. The past two weeks she was never alone. Yorkshire was growing inpatient and set to leave on the private jet tomorrow afternoon. The opportunities to grab her were slim, but it seemed she was alone each time she headed into the office and out, but then she traveled into Repose and met up with friends and a group of military men she seemed to be involved with. He was going to keep that information from Yorkshire or the man might call this fixation with Thylane off and not pay the hundred grand. Brian rubbed his hands together. Then his cell phone rang.
“Hello?”
“They’re going to make a threat. Use her father and cousins as a means to get her to cooperate and be bait to catch their target.”
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