Jack Quinn.
Hated enemy.
Lover.
She was losing her mind.
She still heard the pipes. That, at least, hadn’t been part of a dream.
This piece was sorrowful, the bagpipes mourning. It had a haunting melody that she hoped reminded people of Eire. She wanted the music to linger and tease. Much like the man she’d been thinking of when she’d composed it…a man she hadn’t known at the time, the man who now dominated her waking and sleeping hours.
The faint sound of bagpipes lured her from the covers.
Wrapping the ridiculously large robe over her naked body—of course he hadn’t allowed her to sleep in any clothes—she followed the siren’s song towards the front of the house.
She saw him in the living room, looking out the window, his back to her. Dusk was gathering. The rain had eased, but it hadn’t ceased.
He had her music playing on a CD.
He stared into the distance, probably seeing, as she was, the outline of Croagh Logan. What was he thinking? Of the future? Of his duties and responsibilities?
She was thinking of earlier, with him, with Logan. Memories filled her, making her pussy tingle.
Seeming to sense her presence, he turned.
“Home,” she whispered, looking into the distance.
“Aye. Yours and mine, Sinead.”
“Unforgivable, what our ancestors did to one another.”
“Castle Cairn had been in my family long years afore all this started. As my grandmother discussed, our fortunes have been seemingly linked. We lost Castle Cairn. According to history, it was a square tower castle, with stone walls and a moat. It was commanding in its day. Must have been formidable for the O’Malleys to even consider approaching. There’s not much left of it now. A lone pillar remains.”
“I’ve heard stones from the castle were used in some of the oldest buildings in Westport.”
“Could be true. We used some of the stones in re-building. And what of your home, Sinead?”
“Like you, we rebuilt from the ashes. We’ve held on through the years. I’ve turned our home into a bed-and-breakfast, Radharc Na Mara Manor, to help it pay its keep. I’ve added self-catering cottages.” She shrugged. “It’s a living.”
“Seaside Manor,” he translated, the words sexy on his tongue. “Ireland’s worth it, isn’t she? Any sacrifice, anything to hold onto the land, the history.”
A mist rolled in from the sea. “She’s worth it,” Sinead agreed.
“It seems both our families lost.”
“You’ve an interesting idea of what lost means, Quinn. Your home is still beautiful,” she said.
“Aye. We’re proud of our heritage, the greenhouses, the sheep we continue to raise, the linens we produce.”
“Not so bad, that.”
“Unless there’s no one to bequeath it to. A millennium of struggle for…what? Do you wonder? If you have no children, what will happen to your family’s remaining lands?”
“There are cousins.”
He propped a hip on the window sill. “You’ll struggle and sacrifice for others to inherit?”
She shrugged. “That’s the way of it. What of you, Jack?”
“I will have children.”
She had a sudden image of him with a smiling wife and adoring children. Her jaw tightened. She didn’t want him. Why should she care if someone else did?
“And the woman you were with?”
“Maeve? Beautiful as a sunrise. Unfaithful as a cur.” He folded his arms across his chest. “After I found out, we argued. She ran away from me.”
She winced. His words were unemotional, but she sensed the anguish behind them. And no wonder he had such issues when she fled. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“It’s history.”
“Is it?”
“I lost Maeve and the future I thought we were going to have. But I’ll not lose my future and I will see my grandmother’s mind at ease.”
His voice was tight. This man was deeper than the North Sea. She’d seen him as single minded and determined in a way that made him nothing more than a pain in her rear. She understood him better now, his commitment. The way he loved his grandmother was remarkable.
“What of you, Sinead?”
“There’s nothing to say, honestly. I was nearly engaged. But he wanted to control me, babies and boring sex. He wanted me to give up my music, my dancing, even composing.”
“That would have been a loss.”
She shook her head. “It couldn’t have happened. My music is part of me. I couldn’t give it up. It’d be like cutting out a piece of my soul. I cannot give up who I am for anyone else. I learned that the hard way.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to give up your music.”
“I love to tour. There’s no way you’d allow your wife to be on tour for months at a time.”
He didn’t respond.
Allowing her to compose was one thing, allowing her to fly off was another. “And what if we had children, what then? You and I, we’ve reached an impasse, Jack. When the weather clears, you’ll be wanting to take me back to the mainland.”
“We’ll be seeing about that, lass.”
“No matter how many times you ask, the answer will be ‘no’.”
* * * *
Jack was not going to play fair.
He was going to spend the rest of his life with this woman. He wanted her bound to him, but he wasn’t a fool. A marriage certificate, ring, vows, meant little. They lacked the substance he demanded. He wanted her so tied to him by the time they left the island that she’d be powerless to walk away from him or his grandmother’s wish.
She was right that her career would cause problems, but there was nothing they couldn’t work out. The challenge would be in convincing her.
He planned to use the remaining time to pleasure Sinead in ways she’d never imagined. The man she’d nearly married had provided boring sex, in her words. Jack sure as hell could do better than that. “Back to the bedroom.”
Her beautiful eyes widened. “Did you hear a word I said?”
“Do you see the fog rolling in? We’re going nowhere until tomorrow. I’ve no intention of playing checkers while I could be fucking you.”
She parted her mouth.
“It’s your choice. Walk or crawl.”
“Your way or your way?” she challenged.
He changed his tone, making it rough and commanding. “Move, sub, or I’ll have you over my knee.”
She lowered her gaze.
The moment he’d taken that tone, she’d responded. How could she not see how perfect she was for him? “I’ve changed my mind. Drop that robe this instant and crawl.”
Still keeping her gaze downcast, she unbelted the robe and shrugged off the material.
Without him prompting her a second time, she lowered herself to the floor and crawled to the bedroom.
“On all fours on the bed,” he told her.
Her motions were undeniably graceful. She was a fast learner. “I’ve decided not to wait for Logan’s return,” he told her. “I’ll be the first one to have you up the arse.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready for you to take me up the—”
“I don’t recall offering you a choice.” He noticed her breaths were shallow. From fear? “You’ve had a plug up there. That’ll help, but we’ll still need patience.” He stripped off his clothes and tossed them on the end of the bed.
He tore a condom free from its packet and sheathed himself in it. After he squirted lube onto his hand, he teased her clit. Then he spread the lube down the length of his hard, throbbing cock. He wanted her so badly, his balls were swollen with need. “You’re so wet.”
“We could just do this traditionally, like regular missionary sex.”
“We could,” he agreed. “But we’re not going to. No boring sex here, Sinead.” He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her tightest hole and pushed just a little before backing off agai
n. “You’re lubed. You’ve been stretched. You’re ready.”
“Jack—”
“Sir,” he corrected, with a sharp slap to her right flank.
She nodded slightly.
He moved in behind her again and pressed his cockhead against her hole.
She jerked way from him.
He swatted her ass, pinched her clit, fucked her pussy with two fingers then told her, “Keep still.”
“I’ll try,” she promised.
He imprisoned her hips. “Remember to breathe.”
“It—”
Her word was lost as he bore down. “Breathe,” he instructed. Damn. But he had no idea how much more restraint he could show. He needed to be in her, needed to feel his balls slap her pussy as he impaled her.
He yanked back on her hips as he surged forward with his dick. With a final, hard push, he was there. He exhaled a shaky breath of his own. Taking an anal virgin was total satisfaction. “We’re there.”
“I can’t do this! We need to stop. You need to get out of me!”
“We’re there,” he said again. “Be still a moment.”
“It burns.”
“Muirnín,” he murmured. “Be still.” He fisted his hand in her hair, then skimmed his touch lightly across her back.
He felt her relax and open up. “That’s it. That’s my girl.” He began to pump in her. Soon, he felt her answering movements. ‘Twouldn’t take long for his climax to overtake him.
He concentrated on her, servicing her clit, whispering endearments, feeling her orgasm build.
His balls were near to exploding when she began to pant. “Come,” he told her, “come now.”
When she shuddered and wriggled, she drove him over the cliff. Grabbing hold of her shoulders instead of her hips, he kept her captive as he drained his balls into her hole.
He held her for a few moments, because he could. Then, after he pulled out, he cradled her with the protective tenderness she deserved.
His woman.
His woman.
She’d know it soon enough.
Logan called out a greeting as he returned to the cottage.
There was a caretaker’s cottage a small distance away where Logan lived. The man had excused himself to cook their evening meal. He hadn’t wanted to disturb Sinead, and he preferred cooking in his own kitchen. As he’d often said, his knives were far better than the ones Jack kept in his cottage.
Sinead excused herself to clean up while Logan set the table and Jack uncorked a bottle of wine to complement Logan’s speciality—lamb curry.
She joined them, damp tendrils of hair curled at her nape. She donned another cheeky T-shirt, one about so many men, so little time. But she’d worn a skirt.
“Bend over so I can see you’re bare beneath.”
She bent and saucily flipped up her skirt and let him drink his fill before taking her seat.
Lord, she would be the death of him.
Jack enjoyed the meal, one sub seated to his right, the other to his left. He could see his future like this…the vixen fighting him at every turn, his manservant providing comfort.
After Logan and Sinead had tidied up, refusing his offer of help, they joined him in the living room. Jack refreshed the wine, draining the bottle.
“Sinead wishes to return to the mainland tomorrow,” he told Logan. “So we’ve got tonight.”
“Aye, Sir.”
“Wait…” she said. But even as she protested, her cheeks flushed red. “Both of you? I didn’t really know you were serious.”
“You know your safe word.”
“’Tisn’t seemly.”
“No,” he agreed. “Nor is it boring. Now take off your clothes.” Jack looked at Logan. “Both of you.”
He fed the fire while his submissives dutifully removed their clothing.
Both stood with their backs to the fire waiting his command. There wasn’t a more lovely sight. Two beautiful humans, one rugged and hard, the other feminine and soft, waiting for his pleasure. “We’ll go in the bedroom,” he said. “Logan, fetch a pair of tweezer clamps for Sinead. I believe we have lubricant from earlier.”
“Aye, Sir.”
Jack followed Sinead into the bedroom. “Kneel up.” He knew she found comfort in his commands, it allowed her a respite from arguing and from thinking. Who was he fooling? It allowed him a respite, as well.
Logan entered almost immediately with the clamps.
“These are lightweight,” he told Sinead. “Your nipples are already sensitive, so you don’t need anything too intense. But this will just add a little extra pleasure.” He gently squeezed her nipples and she moaned quietly. “You’re so responsive. Any man who won’t give you what you want and desire is a fool.” He affixed the clamps and she wavered a bit. “You’re all right?”
She nodded. “Just near an orgasm again, Sir.”
He smelt her arousal and wanted her again. “Logan, on the bed.”
The man pulled back the bedcovers and lay on his back.
“Take him in your mouth, Sinead.”
Sinead crawled up onto the bed and sucked Logan into her mouth. His own cock hardened just from the sight. When the man was hard, Jack put his hand in her hair and eased her away.
He grabbed a couple of condoms from the nightstand. He gave one to her. “Put it on Logan.”
Her hands shook a bit as she opened the package and pulled out the condom. “I’ve never done this before,” she confessed.
“I’ll be patient,” Logan promised.
Jack shucked his clothes while she rolled the condom down the man’s length.
Finally, she looked up at him. “Lower yourself on him,” he instructed. “Assuming you’re lubricated enough?”
She laughed a little tightly. “I’m wet, Sir.”
“Good.” He joined them on the bed. He held her around the waist while she lowered herself onto Logan’s throbbing cock.
Then he knelt, knees wide, above Logan’s head so she could suck him hard, as well.
She lowered her head towards his cock without being told and lapped up the pre-ejaculate.
“Ride him,” he told Sinead. “But do not come, either of you. Logan. If you need a cock ring, just ask. I’ll go easy on the punishment for the favour.”
“Indeed I will, Sir.”
He closed his eyes for a few seconds while she gave him a blowjob. A lot of women didn’t get the right amount of pressure, right there, beneath the head, but she did. And she used her hand perfectly as well.
If she thought he was ever letting her go, she was mistaken.
When he was good and hard, he took her head between his palms and moved her away. “It wouldn’t do for me to spill my load when I told Logan he couldn’t come, now, would it?”
“I do like sucking you, though, Sir.” She licked her upper lip for emphasis.
“Sheathe me, sub.” He grabbed a condom from the sheet and handed it to her.
“Having you there makes me want to suck your balls, Sir,” Logan said.
“Easy,” Jack cautioned. “I’m only human.”
After she sheathed him—and wasn’t her grip sure and sexy?—she smiled shyly.
“You’ve had me up your arse,” he told her. “But it will be different with both of us.”
She nodded.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Chapter Eleven
She was unable to believe this was happening. She was with two men, one of them filling her pussy, keeping her on the knife edge of sensual fulfilment.
Logan’s penis was beautiful. While it wasn’t a long as Jack’s, it was thick and heavily veined. She rode him, mindful of Jack’s orders that neither of them come.
Jack moved behind her. She felt his finger seeking entrance to her tightest hole. He was right, this was different. Already being full made the other seem nearly impossible.
Jack seemed to reach the same realisation.
“Sinead, get off Log
an. Logan, keep your cock hard.”
He positioned Sinead on all fours. She reached for Logan’s cock, placing her hand on his, stroking him.
Relentlessly, despite her mewls of protest, he continued to enter a little, pull back, then start again, going deeper each time.
Logan reached up and fingered her pussy. “Yes! Thank you. She needed that, needed the distraction and pleasure.
“Almost there,” Jack told her, his hands on her shoulders. “Almost there.” He thrust forward.
She screamed and lost her balance, but Logan was there to catch her, to continue to tease her, despite her death grip on his shaft.
“Good girl,” Jack approved.
His approval was all she needed to completely relax.
“Let me inside you,” Logan said.
Which meant, in other words, let go of his cock.
With Jack’s guidance, she maneuvered her body into place.
“Slowly,” Jack urged.
With her Dom filling her rear, she slid down Logan’s length. She was breathless, ragged. Two men inside her both filling and stretching her.
Perspiration dotted her body.
She wasn’t sure she could do this. Every muscle tensed and her breathing became a bit irregular.
“Let go, Muirnín.”
“Finger your pussy,” Logan urged.
She did, allowing the men to support her.
Then it was as if magic happened. She stopped fighting herself. She surrendered to the sensations. Climax after climax claimed her as her body was stretched and tormented and pleased. She felt hands on her everywhere, supporting her, teasing her. She’d never imagined anything like this could exist.
“You may come at any time, Logan,” Jack said, as if from a great distance.
She felt the explosion of Logan’s climax, his pulsing, his shudder. The sheer physicalness of it made her come again.
Jack held her firmly then he thrust up inside her high and deep and grunting as he climaxed.
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