Page 71 of Power Play with My Brother's Irish Friends

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MIRANDA

Icouldn’t help myself. Pregnancy hormones combined with missing my men sent my body into overdrive. I crawled into Charlie’s lap and kissed him. He returned the embrace, his hands locking onto my hips and dragging me closer.

“I think it’s time we show Miranda the bedrooms.” Duncan stood and threw his napkin down on the table. “We’ll clean up later.”

“I missed you. All of you.” With my fingers deep in Charlie’s hair, I hung on when he stood and hefted me into his arms.

“We’re about to show you how much we missed you,” Charlie promised. “And we don’t even have to go upstairs.”

“No?” I found that curious.

Duncan walked ahead of Charlie, opening a door beneath the stairs that led to a short hallway with five doors interspersed along the length. “We didn’t think it would be a good idea to have the nursery on the upper floors. No sense in stumbling around, going up and down stairs in the middle of the night if we need to make a bottle.”

“We all have rooms here. One for each of us if you want to be alone, and a nursery that’s attached to the master suite, which is your room.” Patrick winked at me from behind Charlie. “We tried to think of everything, but if we missed something, say so.”

“Did you stock the freezer with ice cream?” I’d had sudden, intense cravings for ice cream for the last week, and Doctor Matthews had given me the go ahead to indulge. Growing twins was a tough job. I needed all the calcium and calories I could manage since I’d lost weight at my last checkup. Work stress had kept me from eating right, and my OB had been less than pleased.

“Yep. Every flavor you said you liked, and a few we wanted to try ourselves.” Charlie’s reassurance and confidence carried us down the hallway and through the door Duncan held open. “Welcome home.” Charlie carried me across the threshold and all the way to the bed, sitting me on the edge.

I picked up our kiss where we’d left off, pulling him on top of me. His weight settled on his forearms, his knees denting the mattress on either side of my hips. “I’m not fragile.” I twisted around and wiggled my fingers, inviting Patrick and Duncan to join us.

“You are fragile.” Duncan removed his clothes piece by piece, dropping them on the floor before he crawled up to sit beside me. “You are the most precious person in our lives. You and our children.”

“Does that mean you’re going to be careful?” I rolled my eyes and huffed, raking my hands through Charlie’s hair and down his shoulders, pricking his skin the way I knew he liked. “You won’t break me. Sex won’t hurt the babies. Don’t worry, I asked.”

“We did some research too.” Patrick moved to my other side, his naked body gleaming in the low light, his cock thick and heavy. “And tonight we want to take our time with you. One at a time.” He held up one finger and ticked it side to side. “We don’t all have to be inside you at the same time. We can all find pleasure in different ways, with our own style. Tonight is slow. Sensual.”

Charlie kissed me as Patrick’s words washed over me. For the next hour, that’s exactly what they did. They loved me, ravished me, and gave me their utmost attention. Having them concentrated on me one by one brought tears to my eyes. I’d never felt so loved, so cherished and special.

This was not fucking. It was not raw, unfiltered passion but a slow and steady declaration, and a claiming as we promised ourselves to each other.

I ended our night astride Patrick, my head thrown back and body strung tight with multiple orgasms. Every nerve was alight, prepped and ready for one last orgasm.

I’d been boneless when I first straddled his lap and took his cock deep into my seizing pussy. He’d guided me up and down his shaft, his muscles bunching and clenching as the need between us grew. I ran my palms up and down his chest and bent forward to dangle my tits in his face. He grasped a nipple between his teeth and bit just hard enough for the spark of pain to push me over the edge. “Damn I love when you do that.” I tipped my head back and rode him harder, grinding my pelvis over his erection until he groaned, his cock spasming in a series of rapid pulses.

Charlie and Duncan were right there, ready to help me slide off Patrick once I stopped trembling. Duncan’s smile remained warm and sweet, his whispers and promises a litany that hadn’t stopped in hours.

I flopped back onto the pillows and placed a hand over my racing heart. “Now I definitely need ice cream.”

“I’ll get it.” Patrick, Duncan, and Charlie all offered to run across the foyer and get my ice cream.

Grinning and swatting at them when they patted my ass when I rolled over to the edge of the bed, I snatched up the fluffy robe hung beside the bathroom door and threw it across my shoulders. “I’m not eating ice cream in bed.”

“I would.” Charlie sat up. “I’d cover you in whipped cream and cherries and go to town.”

“As long as I don’t have to clean it up.” My stomach rumbled, the gnawing hunger awakening in an instant. I could already taste the vanilla and chocolate they’d promised was waiting for me. “We’ll put that on the list for later. Right now, these babies need me to eat the ice cream, not wear it.”

“We’ll come with you.” Duncan made it to his feet and yanked on a pair of loose gym shorts.

“Okay.” I wasn’t going to tell them what to do or not do in our house. Our house. It still snuck on me that they’d done all this for us. We had a house. Soon, we’d be a family with two babies. I peeked my head into the nursery and gaped at the sight of the matching oak cribs, the animal and flower decals on the soft, buttery yellow walls, and the piles and piles of diapers and other essentials. I hadn’t started the nesting phase yet, but when I did, I couldn’t wait to get in this room and organize the shit out of it. My stomach growled again.

Patrick hurried past me. “I’m faster. I’ll get it for you.”

I smacked him on the ass, reveling in the sound of his laughter. My phone rang before I made it to the door, sending me back to my pile of clothes when I recognized Austin’s ringtone. “Hey, Austin. I’m at my new house.” I ran my hand through my tangled hair and took a good look at the master suite. We’d already christened the massive sleigh bed with its navy sheets and covers. The rest of the room came into focus, and I lost track of Austin’s voice as the sheer magnitude of it sank in. This room alone was big enough to house three bedrooms.

“Miranda?” Concern deepened his voice.

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