Page 61 of Power Play with My Brother's Irish Friends

She batted her lashes at me. “It’s really not super comfortable. But it’s sweet and I don’t mind a little discomfort for the sake of feeling your arms around me.”

In that case, I might make it a point to carry her around at least once a day. I’d dreamed of having her in my arms so long that it made the reality even sweeter.

The four of us made it into her room without any mishaps, and I lowered her slowly onto the bed, not at all ready to release her and walk away. But she needed her rest, and her needs outweighed my own. Nestling her into the covers and pulling my ams free, I kissed her forehead. “We’ll be close by if you need anything.”

“How close?” The bold innocence in her eyes captivated me.

Patrick snorted and sank onto the foot of the bed. “You can call us, and we’ll rush right over.”

Miranda slowly met my gaze, her hands fluttering across the blanket Duncan had tossed across her lap. “And if I don’t want you to leave?”

“Then we’ll stay.” I didn’t give a rat’s ass about the others’ thoughts. If she wanted us here, we’d stay. We’d spent the morning at the rink, and a large chunk of the afternoon at the hospital. We were all coming down from an abundance of stress and nerves, and I for one wasn’t ready to leave her alone anyway. I dragged a chair over and sank into the plush interior. My thoughts backtracked to the last time I’d been in this room, when I’d had Miranda in the chair. I crossed my ankle over the opposite knee to try and hide the growing erection.

Miranda patted the bed on either side of her. “Will you come closer?”

Duncan moved first, easing across the bed to stretch out beside her.

She ran her hands over his back and leaned down to kiss his lips. “Thank you for taking care of me.” Her head lifted. “All of you. I wish I’d told you sooner about the babies.”

“It’s okay.” I rushed to reassure her. Anyone would be hesitant to reveal she’d gotten pregnant during a one night stand with three men her brother adamantly demanded she stay away from. “What matters is that we know and that you understand you can trust us with anything.”

“How long can you stay?” She feathered her hands through Duncan’s hair.

Patrick joined them, sandwiching Miranda between himself and Duncan. “As long as you want.”

“What if I want more than this?” She stretched between them, her legs shifting beneath the blanket until she’d tossed one covered leg over each of them.

“You need rest.” I reiterated the doctor’s orders, but my heart wasn’t completely in it. We had the rest of our lives together, but I wanted her more now than ever before.

“I am resting. I’m resting with the three men I love, and I need to be comforted. I want to be held and loved.” She held out a hand to me, wiggling her fingers in a ‘come here’ gesture.

I complied, my will to argue draining away at the sultry look in her eyes. “You’ll stop if you get tired or need a break.” I turned it into a statement. “There’s no reason to push yourself.”

“Kiss me, Charlie.” She held out her arms to me, sitting up to grasp me around the neck and pull me closer. I joined them on the bed, being careful not to press too hard when I leaned over her and propped my weight on my hands and knees.

Duncan peeled the blanket down over her shoulder, pulling the sweater along with it and kissing the curve of her collarbone.

I sank into the feel of her lips, the acceptance that came with her kiss and her touch. More was never enough. No matter how often I kissed her, I’d always want her. She’d lived in my heart for years, and nothing had the power to tear her away. My love was too strong. So strong that it had worried me sometimes, but now that she’d accepted me and loved me back, I lost my ability to fear. I slid a hand around the back of her neck and stabilized her head to deepen the kiss. Her moan and the slight lifting of her hips heightened my arousal.

Patrick’s hand moved between us, helping Duncan pull the blanket down around her waist. The sweater lifted up to reveal her stomach, then her breasts. I broke off the kiss and helped her sit upright, giving them room to remove it and toss it aside. The sweater hit the floor, followed by her bra.

Duncan and Patrick each took a breast, sucking and kneading it as Miranda bucked beneath me. I traced the line of her lips, teasing as I kissed until she locked her arms around my shoulders, her nails digging in through my shirt. She gathered it up by the fistful, pulling and tugging until all the material rucked up around my neck. I ducked my head and put all my weight on one arm to help her pull it off. Grinning up at me, she chucked it across the room. “I want out from under the covers. Clothes off.”

“No need to rush.” Duncan’s slow grin matched my current state of mind.

I planned on enjoying every single second of our time together. Still, I rolled upright and pulled the covers down, exposing her long legs.

Duncan worked the button on her jeans and tugged them down over her hips. I took them from him when they reached her knees and finished peeling them off, along with her socks and panties. Her glorious body on display, Patrick still sucking her nipples and licking a trail along her stomach, brought my cock to full arousal.

Our mutual need scented the room, bringing awareness with every breath. I ran my hands up her legs, along her inner thighs, and up over her hip bones. Her head fell back, her arms going wide to grasp onto Duncan and Patrick.

“We’re going to make you feel so good, sweetheart.” I’d never let the endearment slip past me before, but I had no reason to hold back anymore.

“I need you.” She licked her lips and rolled her heels up over my thighs, fondling my cock with the bottoms of her feet. “I need all of you.”

“You’ll have us.” I placed my hands behind her knees and lifted them into a bent position, holding them there as I stared down at her exposed sex. “You’re going to get everything you need.”

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