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Sitting on the balcony, the three of us have ended up curled into a heap on the couch. With her legs draped over the armrest, Victoria has made herself comfortable, using my broad thigh as a pillow.Elena is nestledinto my side, her head rests on my shoulder, playfully twirling Victoria’s tousled dark locks with one hand. We’ve been out here for hours, talking and laughing as the sky shifted from the orange hue of sunset to the dark twinkling night sky. The city beneath us is distant—almost nonexistent—like the three of us are living in our little universe.

The girls are talking nursery plans but, lost in my ownthoughts, I’m not really registering their conversation. My hands roam over them without thinking—one stroking Elena’s soft hair, the other gently grazing Victoria’s cheek as she stares up at me. I don’t realize I’ve fallen silent until my deep voice booms, “Marry me.”

Both Elena and Victoria gasp in unison, looks of sheer surprise on their faces as a sudden thick silence falls around us. “What?” Elena asks, her words tremble slightly from shock, matching my own reaction to my unplanned proposal. Her gaze darts betweenme and Victoria as though she’s waiting for the punchline. With an arched brow and a quieter voice, she asks, “Really?”

My heart hammers, suddenly terrified I may have misjudged their responses. I nod. “Yes.”

“Yes.” Happy tears well in Elena’s eyes. Her gaze falls from me to Victoria, and her excitement softens quickly, as though she realizes the potential wedge she may have shoved between the three of us.

“This isn’t the 1950s, Conor,” Victoria insists, her tone light but laced with a hint of seriousness. She pushes herself up from my lap and sits at the edge of the couch. “We don’t have to get marriedforyou to make honest women out of us.”

I let out a heavy sigh and shake my head, unable to hold back the amused smile spreading across my face. “Jesus fucking Christ,cailíndáigh.Alwaysso fucking calculated and pragmatic.” Lightly gripping her chin, I pull her face toward mine and force her to meet my stare. “Do you love me?” I ask gruffly.

Her gaze unwavering, her eyes soften as she answers, “Yes.”

“And do you love Elena?” I ask, knowing full well the answer.

Her lips curl into a small smile, the kind she only gives when she’s being completely honest. “Always.”

“Do you want to spend your life with the two of us?” She pauses, her eyes flickering between us. Watching her, I can’t help but think how much I love and respect that she isn’t one to rush a decision.Even if it is annoying as fuck sometimes.

Elena shifts slightly, lifting her head from my shoulder to look at me with a soft smile. Her eyes fall on Victoria, and she reaches out for her hand. “I love him. As much as I love you, Madame,”Elena confesses. “No more. No less. But I only want this if we all do.”

“Yes,” Victoria mumbles so softly that if her lips hadn’t moved, I wouldn’t have known she had spoken. She nods, and her lower lip quivers as she repeats herself. “Yes… But youdo knowthat polygamy is still illegal in all fifty states, right? We can’t actually get married.”

“For fuck’s sake,cailíndáigh.”I laugh, pulling them both into me. Elena places a kiss against my cheek as Victoria leans forward, her lips landing on the corner of my mouth. Parting my lips, I return her tenderness as Elena’s lips dust along my jaw. She leaves a trail of wet kisses down my neck as my embrace with Victoria grows deeper.

I pull back from Vic and turn my head to find Elena’s soft pink lips. I press my tongue between them and take my time exploring her mouth. Vic brushes Elena’s hair over her shoulder, exposing her throat and providing access for her soft lips. Elena moans into my mouth when Vic nips at the tender spot beneath her ear.

Their lips meet, and I lace my fingers through their locks as they kiss and lick at each other, Victoria taking her time before plunging her tongue into Elena’s mouth.Fuck… My wives are fucking beautiful. I watch them for a moment, my fingers tightening in their hair as my cock grows harder with every delicate swipe of their tongues.

I invite myself into their kiss, my tongue lapping at both of theirs. Their hands paw at the heaving breasts before them, only making us all grow more needy. Using my grip in her hair, I drag Elena’s mouth to mine. I kiss her hard, unable to get enough but needing Victoria all the same. I claim Vic’s mouth with the sameurgency. My mouth grazes between the two of them, my need for more growing unbearable.

“We need… to head inside…” I breathlessly pant as I drag my lips from Vic’s to Elena’s. My cock throbbing, I break away from them and gravelly whisper against their cheeks, “If we stay out here much longer, your neighbors are going to see how fucking stunning you both are when you’re filled with cock and screaming my name.”

CHAPTER FIFTY

ELENA

The moment we’re inside, Conor grips his shirt and tears it over his head. He drops it to the floor as he reaches for my wrist. Wrapping his fingers around it, he pulls me into him. The three of us stumble toward the bedroom, unable to pull ourselves away from each other.

His lips dust along the length of my neck, and his fingers gathertheloose fabric of my oversized shirt as he teases, “You’re wearing far too many clothes for what I want to do with you,cailínleanbh.”

He gathers the cotton and slowly drags it up my body. Victoria’s hands snake around my waist as the shirt clears my head, her fingers working deftly to undo the button of my pants. “Definitely too many clothes.” She shimmies my pants down, and the luxurious fabric ripples off my legs, leaving me in nothing but a pair of white lacy panties.

“Always so fucking eager,” Conor snarls at Vic, tearing the straps of her dress from her shoulders. It tickles down the backs of my bare legs as it flutterstothe floor behind me. “Keep theenthusiasm,cailín dáigh, because I want you that greedy when I finally take your ass tonight.”

His words cause Vic to nip at my shoulder, and pain shoots like electricity straighttomy pussy. It flutters, and goosebumps ripple up my spine as I whimper with need. “It appears both my girls are impatient tonight,” Conor taunts, rubbing his fingers firmly over the lace between my thighs. He licks up the length of my neck as Victoria rids me of my panties. “Ask nicely and I’ll give you what you want.”

I rub my palm over the massive bulge beneath the rough denim of his jeans as we reach the bedroom, my gaze not breaking from his. “Please,Sir. Can I have your cock?”My plea is breathless and needy.

A pleased smile pulls at one side of his mouth as he quickly rids himself of his clothes. He falls onto the mattress, bringing us both down with him. “Always,cailínleanbh.”

I climb over his thighs and straddle him.His cock twitches when I reach for it.Wrapping my fingers around it, I align him with my entrance and slowly slide myself down his thick length.Vic licks at my nipple and sucks it into her mouth as I take Conor’s final inches, causing my mouth to gape and my head to fall back as I groan in pleasure.

Slowly swirling my hips, I take a minute to adjust to Conor’s size before riding him. He’s so thick and long that he rubs against every inch of me, stretching me nearly tothe brink.

“Mmmm… You feel so good,Sir,” I moan, working myself over his length. “He’s going to feel so fucking good in your ass, Madame.”

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