Page 63 of Power Play with My Brother's Irish Friends

I trusted them. As that knowledge and Duncan’s considerable length continued to excite me, I relaxed my muscles. I barely registered the pressure of Patrick easing his cock into my ass before pleasure took over.

I moaned and bucked, desperate to reach the orgasm dancing out of reach. My mouth tightened around Charlie. I wanted him to explode down my throat as we all came together.

Patrick held my ribs, Duncan my hips, and the two of them worked simultaneously to stimulate my pussy and my ass.

Oh god. Oh fuck. I’d never felt anything like it. Patrick rode my ass with a fierce possessiveness. His voice growled encouragement with every thrust. “You’re so perfect, Miranda. So fucking perfect. You should see yourself.”

Duncan’s cock ground into my pussy, the rigid length making stars explode behind my eyes. I screamed around Charlie’s cock and buried my head as far as possible, drinking him down my throat, the vibrations of my scream coaxing his release to pump deep and hot in rapid spurts. I swallowed every drop, my body shaking as the orgasm rushed through me. My spine arched, my stance widening slightly to give both men deeper thrusts.

“I’m going to come so hard.” Duncan drove his cock into me, his release sending me spiraling a second time. Patrick followed, their matched thrusts and swelling cocks giving me so much pleasure I almost blacked out.

We fell into a heap on the bed with our bodies spent. Hours could have passed and I’d never have known it.

Charlie scooted up on the bed and pulled my body across his. Duncan spooned me from behind, while Patrick draped across the foot of the bed and stroked my legs.

“Who wants to go eat?” I ran my hands through Charlie’s hair and down his spine. I’d pierced his skin in several places, but like before, he’d never complained. He might’ve even liked it. Love for all three of them filled me up and ran over, causing my smile to stretch so wide I might never get it under control again.

Duncan lay sprawled on his back beside me, staring up at the ceiling with a goofy grin showing his canines. He rolled toward me and propped his head on his hand, his elbow digging into the mattress. “I’m hungry.” He swept a look over me, heat gathering once more in his eyes.

“Food, Duncan.” I swatted at him playfully.

Grinning and growling, he wrapped his arms around me and dragged me tight against his chest. He nibbled on my neck, his fingers dancing along my ribs until giggles tore out of me.

“Stop. Stop.” I bucked and twisted, my ass rubbing over his semi-rigid cock. How could he be growing hard again after the sexfest we’d finished?

He nipped my shoulder with his teeth and swatted my ass once he released me and I rolled away. “Come on. Let’s get our babies some food.”

I melted at how he said it. Our babies. Nothing had prepared me for how deeply connected I’d become to the babies and to these three men. They loved and cherished me with the kind of passion every woman dreamed of having showered on her.

“Dinner in or dinner out?” Patrick checked his phone. “Mrs. Dominico could whip up something.”

“Out.” I stood on sex-shaky legs and made my way to the bathroom. “I’m not staying cooped up all day.”

“I’ll make reservations.” Charlie’s voice followed me into the bathroom.

Duncan legit followed me into the bathroom and stepped into the shower behind me. “No funny business.” He held up both hands. “I’m here to make sure you don’t fall and hit your head. You keep saying you’re fine, and I believe you, but I’ve had enough concussions to know you can feel dizzy for no reason. If you bend over at the wrong time and the dizziness hits, you’re going down. I’m here to prevent that.”

“Thank you.” I kissed his cheek and handed him the shampoo. “In that case, can you help me with this?” I sat on the bench seat and leaned into his sturdy frame.

His fingers worked the shampoo into a rich lather, and my eyes rolled back in my head. We could have stayed there for hours, but Duncan remained true to his word. He helped me shower, washed himself off, and we exited the bathroom to find Patrick and Charlie freshly showered and dressed in jeans and matching sweaters that I remembered seeing and commenting on a few weeks ago.

The four of us spent a wonderful few hours at a local steakhouse, my favorite, and then they dropped me back off at Austin’s house, each of them kissing me goodnight. It amazed me that I’d been freaking out for over a month, and in the span of a few hours, I not only had told them, but they’d accepted me, the babies, and a polyamorous relationship. I’d not known what to do. Life took the decision from my hands and it ended up being the best end to a potentially terrible situation. I’d never known this kind of happiness. It almost made me cautious, afraid to linger in the joy of it all, out of fear that it would be ripped away. I shoved those thoughts away and made myself remember how they looked at me, how they’d shown me so much love and acceptance.

I’d made it up the stairs–on my own–and into my bedroom where the smell of sex lingered, and stood there with my hands on my hips contemplating if I should clean up the mess we’d left behind or leave it for tomorrow. Tomorrow. Exhaustion sent me tumbling into the bed, clothes and all. I flopped onto my belly and snuggled the pillow beneath my head, eyes fluttering several seconds before they closed and the blackness of sleep crept in.

Austin’s voice trickled up the stairs, followed by a feminine voice I recognized as Samantha’s. My brother sounded happy, and it sent the niggling doubt creeping back in. I had to talk to him. Tomorrow. I’d take care of everything tomorrow. Let him have one more night of happiness and bliss before I told him about my concussion, my feelings for his teammates, and my pregnancy. All at once. Just rip the bandaid off and expose him to all the things I’d done behind his back. The conversation had to happen sooner or later. The sooner I fessed up, the quicker he’d get over it and we could go on living our safe, peaceful lives.

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