Page 30 of All We Want

It turned out that cleaning up a dead body was easy when you had a clean up crew on speed dial. I should have been concerned that they had them on speed dial, but after listening to everything that Caleb said and with everything I already knew about the Blackstone’s, it didn’t really come as a surprise.

We left them in my office with the promise that when I returned to it, I wouldn’t even know that anything happened there. We all took the opportunity when we returned to the penthouse to wash away the events of the last few hours so that we could at least spend the night not thinking about what may be on the horizon.

Now we were putting the final touches on the excessive amount of Christmas decorations throughout the penthouse, dressed mostly in our pajamas for comfort. My phone is connected to their internal sound system and currently playing some of my upbeat Christmas tunes. I shake my robe covered ass to the music and hang yet another sprig of mistletoe.

Aiden, always one to seize an opportunity, smirks as he notices the mistletoe. "Well, would ya look at that, rós beag. Mistletoe."

Before I can react, he captures me in a passionate kiss, his lips claiming mine with a hunger that leaves me breathless and needy. The world fades away, and for a moment, there's only the heat of the kiss and the electricity that courses through us. The weight of recent events momentarily forgotten, replaced by the intensity of the connection we share.

When Aiden finally releases me, a wicked glint in his eyes, I catch my breath, but then Declan comes up behind me. He slides his arms around me, jerking me back into his body hard, his lips trailing along my neck. The combination of Aiden's fiery kiss and Declan's controlling touch makes me shiver.

But then, as if on cue, they both pull away, leaving me slightly dazed. Ronan comes up beside us with a smirk as Aiden looks at me with a grin, and Declan, his expression serious, speaks, "Scarlette, we know ya said ya would stand with us. But we want more than dat. We want to officially join forces. I wasn'a lying when I said ya pointed out the flaws in our tech security. Together, we can build an empire that surpasses all other security companies."

I glance between them, the weight of their words sinking in. "You want to merge our companies?"

Aiden nods. "Exactly. With our combined skills and resources, there's no limit to what we can achieve. We'll be unstoppable."

"But it's not just about business," Declan adds, his gaze intense. "We want ya close, Scarlette. We want to build somethin’ powerful together, not just in the business world but in every aspect of our lives."

I take a moment to process their words. The gravity of it all settles in, the potential for a new beginning and the chance to create something extraordinary. Despite the chaos that brought us here, there's a sense of opportunity, a silver lining in the storm.

"Let's do it," I say, my voice firm. "Let's build something that no one saw coming."

Ronan finally speaks up, his deep voice soft. "What about the other aspects of our lives, binneas?"

I turn to face him and without a word, I close the distance between us. I reach up, cupping his face in my hands, and pull him into a heated kiss. The taste of him is now familiar and intoxicating, a balm to the tumultuous events that transpired earlier.

As the kiss deepens, the world around us fades away. There's only the sensation of Ronan's lips on mine, his arms wrapping around me with a possessive strength. I can feel the intensity of his desire, mirrored by the fire in my own veins.

When we finally part, our breaths mingling, I look into Ronan's eyes with a newfound determination. Turning to also look at Declan and Aiden in turn, I whisper, my voice filled with a mix of longing and certainty. "Make me yours."

Ronan reaches around and unties the robe, tugging it off my shoulders to reveal the red Christmas lingerie I have on. The festive lace and satin accentuate the curves of my body, and it adds an unexpected spark to the moment. Declan groans, stepping forward to brush a finger over my lace covered nipple, drawing a gasp from me.

Ronan's hands come around my body, cupping my breasts. His touch is possessive, as he whispers, "Ya already be ours, Scarlette, but we'll gladly remind ya whenever ya like."

Declan’s hand suddenly fists my hair, his gaze intense on mine. “Ya wanna reminder of how ya belong to us? Get on ya knees, Scarlette.” He pushes me down to my knees, using the painful grip he has on my hair. “Show us how much ya want our cocks.”

He is already using his other hand to release his hard length from his loose pants, and I don’t waste any time wrapping my mouth around it, my tongue sliding against the sensitive skin. My hands run up his thighs, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.

Using the grip he has in my hair, he pushes my head further onto his cock. I fight my gag reflex and open my throat until he is pushing himself into it with a groan. “Fuck, a stór, that’s it, swallow every inch of my cock.”

Chapter 26

Scarlette

Aiden and Ronan come up on either side of their brother, having already shed their clothing to reveal beautifully tattooed skin. My hands come up to wrap around their cocks, squeezing them.

Declan pulls me off his cock and directs my head over to Aiden’s as he releases me and steps back. I waste no time pushing Aiden’s hard cock all the way to the back of my throat also, moaning around him as their combined flavors have my pussy throbbing.

I move my head up and down his length a few times before lifting my mouth away from him. I gather the spit in my mouth and dribble it onto the head of his cock. Using my hand, I spread it, stroking him as I turn toward Ronan.

I use my tongue to tease the head of Ronan’s cock before he grabs my hair, and shoves me down onto him in a move that has another moan escaping me. I rub my thighs together, trying to get relief as I bob my head further onto Ronan’s cock, my hand squeezing and sliding along Aiden simultaneously.

Declan returns and pulls my head off Ronan using my hair, a gasp leaving my mouth as pain shoots through my scalp. “This is going to be hard and fast, mo stór, and it may hurt.”

I’m already panting at the thought. “Make it hurt, Sir, I need to feel you all for days to come.” His eyes flare, I’m not sure if it's from me calling him Sir or simply the thought of hurting me.

“Good fucking girl, now go sit on Ronan’s cock.” He releases his hold on me and I see that Ronan has already taken a position laying on a soft rug in the center of the room.

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