Page 15 of Power Play with My Brother's Irish Friends

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MIRANDA

The warm water lapped over my skin, creating a delicious tingle. I kept below the surface and swept my hands back and forth.

The subsequent leaps brought all three men into the pool. Charlie beat Patrick and Duncan by a single step. I had just enough time to see the full expanse of their naked bodies before they submerged. Heat built between my legs, and I scissored them to create a surge of friction. The party on the other side of the wall died away, even the music lowering to a tranquil beat. Moonlight skated over the water, haloing all three men when they popped to the surface.

Charlie swam closer. The water slicked his blond hair back from his face and dripped from his long lashes. I could get lost in those eyes, completely and utterly devastated by the emotions I’d never quite learned how to overcome.

Patrick sliced the water with a powerful stroke that carried him right up to me. Duncan closed in from the right. In a single moment, I’d gone from cautious about this job to reveling in the way they looked at me. I had a kick ass body. I’d worked hard to make sure of that, and I was proud of every inch. Still, having a dumb bastard like Luther the lecher cheat on me forced my ego to take a blow.

Six months. I ducked beneath the water, keeping my eyes open. Three gorgeous male specimens bobbed in front of me. I’d given them a good look at my body. My turn to ogle theirs, and what bodies. Damn. My stomach tightened into a hard knot as I looked them over. Chiseled chests that tapered somewhat to lean waists. But it was the sight lower that made me wish I had the ability to breathe underwater. I’d suck them off so hard they say stars.

Patrick moved first, his feet kicking back and forth, his cock swelling thick and hot. “Like what you see?”

Absolutely. I lifted my head and smiled at him. It was a fierce, goading smile. “Did you?”

“The raging erection wasn’t a hard giveaway?” He reached below the water and tugged on his cock. “You’re beautiful, Miranda.”

I loved the way he said my name. How all of them said my name. Each one caressed the letters like I was their own personal, perfect dream. Even Charlie. I angled a look his way to gauge his reaction. His shoulders rolled in rhythm with the small strokes he used to stay afloat. A muscle ticked in his jaw, but his eyes never left mine. It was almost like he’d committed himself to this moment.

I’d needed this after the last six months of heartbreak and stress. Letting loose had never felt this good. I was safe at Austin’s house. Safe with these three men. I’d known Charlie long enough to trust him with my life. Patrick and Duncan were strangers, but they’d shown me their true colors already, and I trusted them.

“How much did you drink?” Charlie asked.

“Enough to enjoy myself. Not so much I don’t know what I’m doing.” I answered the unspoken part of his question, the part that wanted to know if I’d remember this tomorrow. “Enough that I can still do this.” Moving before he had a chance to stop me, I put both hands on top of his head and pushed him beneath the water.

His hands skated over my ribs, down to my hips, and back up again. I held onto his hair, guiding him closer to my breasts, anxious to feel his lips lock around a nipple and drag me along for one hell of a ride.

He grabbed my waist and pulled, yanking me down so we floated face to face beneath the water. Heat swam through my veins, blistering me with need so violent I was surprised the water didn’t boil around us.

I popped back to the surface and slung hair and water from my face. “Race you to the end.” I smacked Patrick on the shoulder and launched sideways toward the far end of the pool.

“You keep swimming, darling. I win just by staying right here and watching that tight ass of yours.” His slow, traitorous voice followed me.

Smirking, I took a breath, arched my body, and dove down. I cut through the water with enough power to bring me back to Patrick, but I kept going, swimming beneath his feet and rising behind him to loop my arms around his neck. My legs locked around his waist, my ankles rubbing the head of his cock.

He grabbed my legs behind the knee and slid them back, going higher. I shoved away with a laugh. “Getting ahead of yourself, hot shot.”

“Really?” He turned toward me. “Then where do we start?”

They were clearly flirting with me. Duncan hadn’t said a word, but the way he looked at me said everything. It felt good to have their full attention. Jumping into the pool naked had been a spur of the moment action, and I didn’t regret it for a second. No matter how this night ended, I was having the time of my life.

I hadn’t been on a date since Luther. I’d gotten real familiar with my dildo, but nothing satisfied like a real cock.

“We can start with the two of you giving me some time alone with Miranda.” Duncan finally spoke up, the low growl in his voice both thrilling and dominating.

“Fuck that.” Charlie swam toward me. “We’re all here. I’m not leaving unless Miranda says to. I’ve known her the longest, so I should get to spend time with her first.”

I licked droplets from my lips and floated on my back.

“Fuck.” Patrick ground the word out. “You’re killing us, darling. What do you want with us?”

Everything. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it. I had no base of reference for being alone with three naked men. All I knew was that I felt beautiful, and I wanted them to take away all the bad memories.

“Kissing contest.” I straightened in the water. “The three of you line up. I’m going to kiss each one of you, and the one who kisses the best is gets to spend time alone with me.”

“Like seven minutes in heaven?” Charlie frowned as the idea took root. “Rules? Kissing only? Tongue? Can we touch while we kiss?”

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