Page 35 of Bound

“I’m all for christening your new place, but the two of you know it’s common manners to greet guests when they come to your house, right?” Liam further harasses the two of us. “That it’s a little rude to make them let themselves in.”

“Shit!” Finn exclaims as he walks into our conversation. “You weren’t the ones that walked in here first. I ran upstairs thinking the two of them were getting murdered, not that he was fucking slaying her pussy.”

The lot of them roar in laughter as Tristan and Layla join us all in the kitchen, and he razzes Finn. “You’re one to talk. We had thepleasureof listening to you fuck your hand for at least an hour.”

“One, it wasn’t my hand,” Finn imparts. “Two, listening to her made me hard as fucking hell.”

“Did you fucking whack off to my wife?” I snarl, a mixture of faux and real anger, as I storm around the counter to put the little shit in a headlock.

“No. I whacked off to Scarlett Johanson.” he chokes, and I release my hold on him. He shoves me away, darting around the island as he snarks. “She just sounds a fucking lot like Quinn.”

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” I grit through my teeth. Laughing hard, Quinn shoves her hands against my chest to stop mefrom chasing after him. “Don’t fucking encourage him,” I huff, gripping her wrists and looking down at her.

Quinn condescendingly pats her hands against my chest. “It’s too early in the morning to murder him, and I’d hate to be scrubbing his blood out of the cracks of these brand-new floors.”

“You should listen to her,” Finn scoffs.

“Am I the only one of you lot that heard him call her ‘his wife’?” Tristan asks, eyeing the two of us inquisitively.

All eyes turn to us, eagerly awaiting an answer. I stare down at Quinn and stroke my knuckles along her jaw. “She’s not yet, but she’s going to be soon.” Quinn beams up at me before pressing onto her toes and placing a kiss on my cheek.

“You knocked her up, didn’t you?” Finn jests.

Falling back onto her heels, Quinn slides her hands from mychest. She steps out from in front of me and gestures toward Finn mock-angrily. “Now you can fucking kill him.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

QUINN

After receiving a plethora of welcoming and congratulatory hugs from all of Declan’s brothers—even a slightly battered Finn—the boys all retreated to the patioatthe back of the house. Layla and I are making breakfast as Fiona lies on the floor in the next room, coloring.

Less than twelve hours in this house, and it already feels like a home.

“How soon are you looking to marry that bunch?” Layla asks as she glances out the windows overlooking the patio to where all the boys are sitting. They surround the fire pit as they take a call with Rory, the serious expressions on their faces making it obvious that he didn’t call with good news.

Layla’s question may raise some eyebrows—actually a lot of eyebrows and outlandish gasps—to an outsider, but I know exactly what she means. Marrying into this family doesn’t give you a brother-in-law—like most brides gain. Nothing more than a new family member that you communicate with casually and at family gatherings. Joining this family gives you five men who will not only love and cherish you but will also sacrifice theirlives to save yours. Because all of them would do absolutely anything for their family.

Yet, my curiosity is piqued.

“You don’t still…” I hesitate, trying to findthe appropriate wordsto tactfully askmy question. Failing, I blurt, “You know…Conor.”

“No. It was just that once.” She shakes her head. “I was curious, so Tristan let me experience it.”

“And things aren’t weird?”

“Other than knowing Conor’s pierced cock is equally impressive as Tristan’s, and I now can’t help but imagine all of them to be? No.”

And just like that, I’m pretty sure I will never not think about Conor’s piercing when I see him.

“Why do you ask? Are you looking to see whatit’s like beingshared by two of them?”

“God, no!” I exclaim.

Tristan clears his throat, and we both look up to find all five of them standing in the archway to the kitchen. There is no controlling the heated flush that rushes up my neck and over my cheeks.

“What?” Layla shrugs, pausing for a moment to glance into the next room to ensure Fiona is still occupied with her toys and not our conversation., before doubling down. “She’s fucking hot, andevery lastone of you would be more than eager to fuck her.”

“I would,” Finn eagerly blurts, raising his hand. His admission immediately draws a growl-filled glare from Declan.

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