Page 16 of Power Play with My Brother's Irish Friends

“Kissing only. Tongue is allowed. Hands no lower than waist level.” I’d give them a little room to play. I didn’t know a single woman who didn’t enjoy the foreplay as much as the actual sex.

Patrick’s eyes gleamed. He licked his lower lip. “Who goes first?”

“Charlie.” I’d wanted to kiss him too long to back down now, and if I waited, he might come to his senses and flee the scene. I swam to him and tilted my head up for his kiss. “Show me what you can do.”

One hand locked onto the back of my head. Charlie stared into my eyes, his pupils blown wide with desire. “There’s no going back, Miranda. Not now.”

“Good.”

He covered my lips with his, and it was like coming home. I’d known him so long I expected awkwardness. Not even close. He kissed with desperation, like he worried he’d never see me again, never touch me again. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I parted them for him. A groan and a sigh brought us closer. His free hand settled on my hip, pulling me flush against his erection. I lifted a leg and slung it over his hip to cradle him closer.

A tap on my shoulder and Charlie was pulled away from me. “My turn.” Patrick lifted both my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“Cheater.” Charlie muttered. “No hands below the waist.

“My hands are right here.” Patrick planted both on my hips and devoured my mouth with a soul-stealing kiss. He sucked my bottom lip between his teeth and bucked his hips. His cock slid between my folds and butted up against my clit. I arched my spine for a better angle, my lips leaving his. He didn’t miss the opportunity to kiss the column of my throat, then dip lower. The rasp of his tongue over my nipple tightened my legs around his waist.

Duncan scooped my head up from the water, taking his turn. I expected an explosion of passion like Patrick displayed, but Duncan took his time. His tongue brushed mine in a slow caress, his hands framing my face so his thumbs stroked across my cheekbones. He pulled back and stared down at me. “You’re delicious. If I had the chance, I’d spend all night devouring you.”

Patrick nipped at my breast, the sharp sting drawing out a gasp. He followed the pain with his tongue, smoothing the skin before he returned to my nipple, pulling it hard between his teeth.

“Who wins?” Charlie appeared on the other side.

“All three of you are the best I’ve ever had.” I meant every word. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Then I know the solution.” Patrick raised his head. “We all win. We all get to spend the night with you.”

“Patrick is right. Five minutes is not enough.” Duncan slid a hand over my stomach, then lower. He cupped my sex and pressed the pad of his thumb to my clit. “We need hours for this.”

Hours. God. I already couldn’t think past the way they made me feel. What would hours with them be like? “I’ve never done that before.”

“You can say no.” Charlie–ever the voice of reason–held my hand. His neck corded when he swallowed, the obvious desire of his swollen erection giving me every reason to ignore the words.

“Yes.” I reached beneath the water and wrapped a hand around him. “I say yes.” I wanted to try something new, to let go of all the hurt and rejection and enjoy myself. I deserved that.

Patrick carried me out of the pool. My legs stayed locked around his waist, and when he lowered us both to a large couch tucked away in a hidden pergola, I cupped his face and brought him down for another kiss. The couch was a special order of Austin’s. It resembled a bed, but with high arms on either side and a cushioned back.

Duncan and Charlie slid onto either side of me. Warm lips kissed my shoulders, my neck, my ribs. I shifted and freed my arms from around Patrick’s neck, needing to touch all of them. Hard, swollen flesh filled my palms. I stroked them and wiggled my hips, attempting to convince Patrick to slide into me.

“Not yet.” He backed away. “You’ve never done this before, so we’re going to do things right.”

“I need to taste you.” I swung my head toward Charlie. “Please.”

“I can’t say no to that face.” He leaned back on his elbows, and I fell on his cock, my lips and tongue dragging over his length.

“You’re making it damned hard to be polite, darling.” Patrick smoothed his hands over my ass where I’d arched it in the air.

I popped my mouth off Charlie. “Then stop being polite.”

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