Page 206 of Three Irish Kings
“Oh, Dare…”
Tears blur my visionagainas I look down at it.
He’s right. I miss having my own things, and I’m a little sentimental about my laptop because I sold my first article writing on it.
I can’t believe he thought to make this happen for me.
I put down my laptop and rush to him, hugging him so tightly he winces.
“Shit, sorry!” I laugh wildly. “I’m so happy I forgot you were hurt.”
He smiles. “It’s okay,a ghrá.I’m happy, too.”
“What should we do first?” Cillian chirps, and I’ve never heard his voice so light and cheerful.
“We could see the sights,” Dare offers. "But I can’t walk much.”
“You both should rest,” Liam says. “I can take her out.”
“Like hell you will,” Dare mutters, and I can’t help but giggle that after everything that’s happened, they're still jealous and competitive.
I hope they always are. It makes things interesting.
“Or we could take care of our girl,” Cillian says, his voice now low and dangerous like the first time I heard it.
“Aye.” Liam looks at me like I'm a side of meat, and it makes me shiver.
Them talking about me like I’m theirs does something to me.
“I think we owe her that much,” Dare agrees.
“Take off your clothes.” Liam looks at me with piercing blue eyes, and I shudder.
“Yes, sir.” I try to hide a grin as I pull off my clothes, standing there bare and waiting for instructions.
Liam shifts in the chair he’s sitting in, and I can tell I’ve affected him by the way his eyes go dark.
“Turn around.” Dare takes my hand, holding it above my head while I twirl slowly.
Cillian whistles out a breath. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful.”
I preen, and Liam stands up, walking toward me.
“Dare can’t participate much, so why don’t you take care of him?”
Dare’s eyes light up, and he licks his lips. “Suddenly, I’m glad I’m injured.”
I laugh and drop to my knees, looking over at Liam while I tug down Dare’s sweats.
He’s already half hard and somehow, I’m still surprised at his size.
“Aye,” Cillian says darkly. “Want to watch you make him come.”
I moan at his words, and Dare’s dick plumps to full mast.
Wrapping my fingers around his base to give myself some breathing room, I take him into my mouth. I can’t help but gag when he thrusts forward out of instinct, groaning low in the back of his throat.
“A ghrá.Don’t stop.”
