Three Irish Brothers: A Reverse Harem Romance (Quick & Dirty Book 1)

by Sienna Blake

  “You know you’re going to have to clean up this mess, right?” I point to my chest.

  “My fucking pleasure.”

  He lunges for me, his tongue lapping at the cream, his teeth nipping at the strawberry and at my nipple.

  I let him devour me, moving down to push my skirt up to my waist to reveal that I’m not wearing any panties.

  He lets loose a growl that vibrates across my skin. “You are so fuckin’ naughty.”

  He snatches up a strawberry from the top of one of the cupcakes and traces my pussy lips with the fruit, teasing me, leaving cold cream all over my lips. I’m bucking and writhing under his hands as he taunts me, never really giving me what I want.

  “Fionn,” I beg as I gasp, “please.”

  He chuckles as he continues his slow assault, dipping the tip of the strawberry in and out of me. “Please, what?”

  “I need…”

  “Need what?” He bites into the strawberry, letting the juice drip down between my legs before licking it up. I moan, long and loud, gripping my fingers into his hair and forcing him to look at me.

  “Fionn, eat my fucking pussy before I lose my mind.”

  He growls in his throat. Finally…finally…covering my clit with his mouth and sucking hard, his tongue flicking back and forth across my sensitive nub. There’s no easing into this. His tongue and lips are hard and fast.

  My orgasm comes riding in like a large unstoppable wave. I buck as I come hard against him face, against the wet noises of cream and his tongue.

  I’m barely floating down from that orgasm when I feel a large, thick cock sliding into my pussy. I moan.

  “It that too much?”

  I shake my head. “More. Fuck me.”

  Fionn grins at me. “That’s my dirty city girl.”

  He fucks me hard, pushing me down with my back to the workbench as he pulls my legs over his shoulders. He hits my g-spot with every thrust from this glorious angle. All I can do is hang on as he slams into me and a second orgasm roars through me. And him.

  He collapses on top of me, smears of cream and juice on his chin. I kiss every last drop off.

  He smirks at me. “Goddamn, I love you, city girl.”

  I smile, my heart light and bubbly. “I love you, too.”

  Savannah

  When the sun dips towards the horizon I climb up into the treehouse, my hands still trembling, my heart still racing no matter how many times I make this climb.

  Because I know who’s waiting for me at the top. I see his feet first, bare under jeans. Then his strong legs encased in denim. His six-pack and firm chest peeking out from an unbuttoned shirt, looking like an Irish country-boy dream.

  I have to look up to meet Killian’s eyes as I’m only hip-height into the treehouse. He reaches down, picks me up like I weigh nothing, pulling me out of the entrance. His arms crush me against his hard body as he sets me onto my feet. “How was your day?”

  “Good.”

  “I heard it was good a few times through my open office window.”

  I laugh, a rush going through my body at the thought of Killian listening in to my alone time with his two brothers. “How was your day?”

  “Shite. I missed you,” he growls into my ear as he tugs a lobe with his teeth.

  I giggle softly as I run my hands up and down his delicious body. “You could have called me into your office if you missed me.”

  He hums under his breath as one of his hands tugs up my shirt. “Then I wouldn’t anticipate this alone time with you as much. You are the thing that keeps me going. The perfect end to my day.”

  His mouth moves down my neck, my breasts. He pushes aside my bra and latches onto a nipple, sucking hard. My legs go weak and I buckle. I don’t fall. Killian holds me up in his strong arms. His deft fingers moving across my body to push clothing off me, leaving a line of fire in its wake.

  When I’m naked he bends me over the balcony, my tits pressed up over the railing. I hear the clink and rustle of his own clothes being removed, the sound mixing in with the rustle of the breeze in the leaves, sending a shiver through my spine.

  He reaches over with his long arm to cup one of my breasts, pinching my nipple in between his fingers. “You look so good like this.”

  Before I can respond he slides up inside me. I let out a moan.

  His fingers fist into my hair tugging slightly, his other hand on my hip holding me steady as he fucks me hard over the balcony of his childhood treehouse. I don’t fear the height. I trust Killian. He’s always got me. He’ll never let me fall.

  Ever.

  Killian lets go of my hair, my scalp tingling, his fingers reappearing between my legs as he reaches around me. He draws tiny little circles over my clit. The feeling of him inside me, hitting my g-spot and of his talented fingers are too much.

  “Oh, God, I’m going to cum.”

  “Do it, Savannah,” he growls, and I feel his pace quickening.

  I let go.

  My body erupts into waves of pleasure. I feel him pulse inside me, his fingers gripping into my flesh, his grunting in my ear.

  My body weakens as my orgasm subsides. I find myself being pulled back from the edge. I’m wrapped up in strong arms, laid across a firm chest. And I find Killian’s warm chocolate eyes are on me when my eyelashes flicker open. His look is intense, vulnerable.

  “Killian?” I ask.

  “I…” he trails off and swallows, hard.

  I love you. Say it, Killian.

  He clears his throat. “I like your hair all mussed up like that.”

  I pout, trying to brush aside the disappointment. “You must. You muss it up often.”

  He lets out a laugh, one of my favorite sounds in the world, before pulling me in for another deep kiss.

  Fionn

  Standing by my open window in the quiet of the dusk, I can hear Savannah moaning, her voice like a siren echoing across the farm. I know Killian is fucking her. It’s his time with her.

  But instead of jealousy, heat surges through my blood.

  I slide my hand into my jeans and stroke my growing hard-on, my other hand grasping the window sill to keep me steady on my feet, closing my eyes to imagine her face as those needy wanting noises pierce my darkness.

  She is all I see.

  She is all I hear.

  What makes her happy, makes me happy. What gives her pleasure, gives me pleasure.

  As her cries grow louder, more insistent, so does my need. So does the pressure in my body.

  “Yes. Yes. God, yes!”

  She screams as she peaks, the sound like a flame to kindling.

  I come, too. Hard.

  Savannah

  The next few months fly by in a state of absolute bliss.

  Aiden, Fionn, Killian and I settle into a routine on the farm. We settle into our unconventional relationship. There’s no manual for how this is supposed to work. But we figure it out as we go.

  I get time alone with each of the brothers, but my favorite is when we hang out together.

  No matter what we’re doing we always come together as a family for dinner.

  At night I sleep in the same bed with one or more of the brothers. Sometimes I sleep on my own. But every night I close my eyes feeling more love and acceptance than I’ve ever felt before.

  I have a family.

  And it is bliss.

  I should have known that this bliss was a lie.

  The back garden is turning into a real veggie patch. Today I’m tending to it alone; Aiden has gone out to the parlor with Fionn to help him install his new milking machine. I’m so proud of Fionn; he’s finally finished his invention.

  I unroll a roll of thin wire fencing that I want to use to protect some of the plants from the birds and gaze over the rows of vegetables and the tomato vines I’ve carefully latticed. I’m distracted by the warm summer sun, by the feeling of utter contentment. My hand slips and I feel a slice of pain across my palm. I’ve cut myself on one of the exposed w
ire ends, blood appearing in a thin line.

  Dammit. It’s not bad, but I will need to disinfect it and bandage it. I stand and make my way into the house. I halt just inside the back door when I hear voices, raised voices. I recognize one of them as Killian’s but the other man’s voice is not familiar to me. I creep in farther, instinctively trying not to make any noise.

  They’re in Killian’s office. I creep as close to the closed door as possible. I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but something inside me won’t let me turn away.

  “…just need more time.” That’s Killian’s voice.

  “Mr. O’Callaghan, we’ve given you ample time.” This other man has a lighter accent, a hint of frustration clouding his voice.

  “And I will come up with the money,” Killian says, his own voice straining. “But this business is seasonal.”

  I suck in a breath. Money? Money for what?

  “I’m afraid we’ve given you all the extensions that we can.”

  “But this is our family farm. Our family home.”

  “I’m sorry. The final due date is set. If you don’t make a payment by then, then I’m afraid we have no choice.”

  “Where am I going to come up with all that money by the end of next month?” Killian cries.

  I am stunned.

  I knew the farm wasn’t doing so well. I had no idea how bad it was. None. It’s just like Killian to feel like he has to carry this burden all on his own.

  The doorknob turns and I realize too late I should have moved. I’m about to get busted. I tense and wait for the door to open on me.

  “Where will we go then?” Killian calls.

  There’s a pause, then the knob turns back to its resting position. “I’m afraid that isn’t my problem. Good day, Mr. O’Callaghan.”

  I don’t wait around this time. I duck into the closest room and slip behind the door, just in time to avoid being seen by the man in a suit walking out of Killian’s office. Killian follows behind him.

  I remain hidden in that room even as Killian closes the front door behind the man from the bank. Even as the growl of an engine and crunch of gravel tells me that he’s driving away.

  Even as Killian kicks at the wall and lets out a curse of rage. The pain in his voice slices me open. I want to go out there to Killian, to soothe him like he does to me so very often.

  I want to be his rock for once.

  But I can’t move. I can barely breathe. This paradise I’ve been living in is made of glass that’s about to shatter, and it’s left me bereft.

  Money problems.

  A mortgage.

  We’ll be kicked out if he doesn’t pay it.

  This is what Aiden was talking about. He knows things are bad, that Killian won’t share the burden with anyone else. Turns out it is worse than he thinks.

  I have to do something.

  I will not let them sink.

  This is my family now. My home, too.

  And I will protect my family. With every last breath.

  Killian

  I stare at the spreadsheet in my office, running my hands through my hair. We have some money coming in, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

  I can scrape together the payment for next month if I tighten our belts just a little bit more. But what happens the month after and the one after that? We are sinking, slowly. And I’m unable to keep us afloat for much longer.

  Maybe we should put the farm on the market. Sell it before the bank tries to. At least we could get out on our terms.

  But…the four of us. Surely we’d be separated after that. Where would we go? What would we do? Work on other people’s farms? That’s all my brothers and I know. Savannah at least could go back to New York, a get a job in marketing and PR again. At least she’d be fine.

  It takes a second for me to realize someone is knocking on my door.

  I don’t feel like company at the moment. I don’t think I have the strength to fake that everything is okay.

  The knock comes again.

  “Killian?” It’s Savannah’s voice.

  Suddenly all I want is to hold her, to disappear in her soft, comforting touch and warm vanilla smell. “Come in.”

  Savannah walks into the office, but she’s not alone. She’s followed by Fionn and Aiden. All their faces are solemn, like someone just died. “We need to talk.”

  What the fuck now?

  I tense behind my desk, my senses going on high alert. This feels like an ambush.

  I nod. I stand, even though I can’t feel my feet, and direct the four of us over to the cluster of couches. I sit on the main couch, Savannah perching beside me. Aiden and Fionn taking the two armchairs.

  “What’s this about?” I ask, my voice coming out curt.

  “I heard you and the bank manager earlier,” Savannah says. “I didn’t mean to. But I did.”

  I let out a long breath, realizing what was coming.

  “Why didn’t you tell us?” Fionn says.

  I glance over to him, guilt threading through me. I expect accusation on his face but there’s none. There’s just concern.

  “I was trying to protect you, all of you. I thought I could deal with it.” I let out a humorless laugh. “Turns out I did a shite job at it.”

  “The only shite thing you did was keeping this from us. You should have told us.” Fionn says.

  “We’re a family, Killian,” Aiden says. “What you go through, we do, too. Your problems are ours.”

  Savannah takes my hand in hers. “You don’t have to do this alone. We are your family. We’re all going to pitch in together and fix it. We are all going to save the farm.”

  The sentiment is touching, but I’m too far sunk in despair to appreciate it.

  “I don’t even know how,” I snap. “I’ve gone through the numbers. We’ve got enough to keep the wolves away for the next month but the money coming in is not enough.”

  Savannah shakes her head. “You’re not counting the savings that I’m contributing. Or the plan that I have for turning this farm around.”

  I freeze, my brain short-circuiting.

  Around me Aiden and Fionn make noises of surprise too. Looks like they didn’t know about this part of Savannah’s plan.

  “Savannah, you can’t tip in your savings,” I say as Aiden and Fionn also erupt with protests.

  She holds up a hand to silence us all. “I can and I will. This is my home now too. You boys are my family.”

  “But—”

  “No buts. Killian, Fionn, Aiden,” she looks at us in turn, “I’ve never known love before you. Never known a real family. You all gave that to me.” Her eyes go misty, her voice shaky and all I want to do is wrap her up in my arms. “I will fight tooth and nail to keep us together. With every last cent I have. Until my dying breath. You got that?”

  My heart fills so full of love it hurts.

  They say that one day you’ll meet someone who makes you realize why it didn’t work out with all the others.

  Now I understand why it never worked out with Lauren. I was meant for Savannah. And she was meant for me.

  I am irrevocably in love with Savannah Wolff.

  “Now that’s settled,” Savannah says, her voice softening. She’s taken my stunned silence as acceptance. “I want to tell you my plan for turning this farm into a money maker. It’s going to take a little risk and a lot of elbow grease. And we’re on a tight time frame if we want to beat the bank. But…we can do it. Together.”

  She outlines exactly what she plans to do and pulls out a spreadsheet of estimated costs and income. When she finishes, a brilliant expectant smile sits across her face, lighting her whole face up.

  “So…what do you think?”

  I stare at this angel. This goddess. Her plan is crazy. But good. And it could totally work.

  How did I ever think she was just a dumb blonde city girl? How could I have written her off so quickly after one glance at her in her Blueberry—Burberry—outfit?

  “Let’s
do it,” I say.

  Aiden and Fionn give out a whoop, excitement and laughter filling the room.

  But I don’t join in. I can’t see anything but her. I pull Savannah into my lap, my jaw twinging, holding back tears. I kiss her hard and deep, my blood coursing hot for her with every beat.

  For the first time in my life, I feel supported. I feel the weight lightening off my shoulders because I now share it with these three other humans. And it’s all thanks to Savannah.

  I am no longer alone.

  Together, we will fight to stay here, together. And we will win.

  Savannah

  The plan is simple.

  Turn the farm into a working farm country resort and wedding venue with American tourists as the main market. It’s all kicking off in a massive PR party three days before the mortgage payment is due.

  Thanks to all of my contacts back in New York, I have a stellar guest list lined up for the party. I invited the hottest travel bloggers and biggest influencers in the wedding and events game. Several of the biggest American tour companies are interested in selling the country resort working farm stay as a holiday package or wedding package and are sending representatives to check out the venue. And a few very VIP names are flying over from the States to see whether they’d want to host their upcoming events here.

  The farm is actually comprised of a series of buildings. The main building that we live in, three smaller houses that had been designed to house the three brothers and their future families, and several barns. Over the next few weeks we repaint and spruce up the smaller buildings and redecorate the barn.

  If we can get just one wedding or event booking and the corresponding deposit, we are saved. We’re practically guaranteed to get at least one.

  Killian, Fionn and Aiden all have minor freak-outs at several points throughout the remodeling stage, but I manage to calm them down. I’m quietly confident.