Page 81 of Three Irish Kings
“Wouldn’t dream of it,mo chuisle.” I pant as my balls draw up.
I spank her, once on each ass cheek.
The only downside of her riding me like this is that I can’t enjoy the pink I’m sure is decorating her ass right now.
She clenches around me, and thank God, she’s coming, because I’m about to blow, too.
I grunt as I spill inside her, bouncing her on my cock as I squeeze her bubble ass, and a moan, followed by a breathless giggle escapes her lips.
I readjust myself back into my sweats, breathless and sweating, and Isla stretches on the couch, her back arching.
“You’re drunk.” My tongue feels thick in my mouth.
She giggles again. “So are you.”
I frown. “No, I’m not.”
I realize we’ve killed almost the whole second bottle when I look down at it, my vision slightly blurring.
“Well, bollocks,” I mutter, and Isla giggles again, lying down with her head in my lap and turning her focus to the forgotten television.
She’s dozing off in moments, tired from the wine and the lovemaking, and I watch her for far too long before disentangling myself and putting a blanket over her.
I watch her longer still before making my way to the kitchen, albeit unsteadily.
I let my guard down. I’veneverlet my guard down.
Isla Quinn may end up being the end of all of us.
Chapter Twenty-One
ISLA
I lose track of time,but I’m pretty sure it’s been about two months since I was taken. I try to keep track with little tally marks in my journals, but sometimes I forget.
As being a prisoner goes, it’s pretty awesome, actually. I get whatever I want, when I want it, within reason, and all the sex I could ask for.
After a hot shower sex session with Dare, he hands me a smartwatch to keep track of my activity. It tracks a lot of things, including my period. When I get to that, I think back to when I had my last period, but I can’t remember having it since they took me.
Granted, that could be a result of the stress of being kidnapped, being held as a prisoner. But then again, if I think about it, did any of them ever use protection when we had sex? No.
And it’s not like I can just go outside and either buy my pill or plan B. And I do not have an IUD. So, no protected sex here.
Two days after I get my watch, I start throwing up in the mornings, and all throughout the day.
I’m worried. No, not worried. I’m absolutely terrified.
I look into the mirror, at the bags under my eyes.
Things have been going so well, too. As well as you could expect, anyway, considering I’m still stuck here, still a prisoner.
But things have changed these past few weeks.
Dare showers me with gifts, mostly tech gadgets, and Liam, though still gruff as always, brings me books from his personal collection. Cillian isn’t much for material things, but once he folded a napkin into a rose for me, and I keep it on my nightstand.
Dare seems determined to win me, and he has a competitive jealous streak.
Liam is mostly still cold and possessive. The only difference is that we just talk about books sometimes after sex.
