Page 70 of Three Irish Kings
It’sstrange to still be in the same bed I shared with Cill as children. It’s even stranger that Isla is in the next room, and we are the only two people here.
All of us have been sharing her, though we never repeated that first time.
What the hell happened, anyway? Before she came into our lives, I didn’t even think I was interested in getting laid, much less doing it with my two best friends. I’m not the type to share, never have been.
And it’s not like I have feelings for her. I can’t.
Feelings make you vulnerable. Make you weak. If you love someone, they are a liability, so I can’t afford that happening to me.
Then why do I feel so fuckingangryevery time Dare starts shuffling around in her room? When her cries of pleasure are given to him or Cillian instead of me?
Why is it that any time that happens, I picture them touching her, what her face looks like when she comes?
My stomach is in knots, and my dick is hard.
Time to stop thinking about this shit.
I leave my room to head to the bathroom. And since it seems this is not going down by itself, I guess I have to take care of it myself, because I sure as hell am not giving into my need to bury myself into her tight pussy today.
Before I can make it into the bathroom, the door to Isla’s room bursts open.
She just stands there, scrubbing her eyes and then staring at me, her hazel eyes wary, and fuck it if my cock doesn’t cry for her.
“Is someone going to feed me today?”
“You can feed yourself,” I bark. “Just because you’re stuck here doesn’t mean we have to wait on you hand and foot.”
Her mouth drops open. “Really? Thought I was supposed to be your ‘pet.’ Is this how you treat your pets? Or worse, is this how you treat all the women in your life?”
“I don’t have any pets. Or women in my life.”
She tilts her head. “I find that hard to believe. About the women, not the pets.”
I huff out a breath. I’m pissed at her for no reason I can think of other than she let Dare and Cillian inside her.
“Believe it or not. It’s not like I care.”
“You’ve made that very clear.”
“Good.”
She groans low in the back of her throat. “Somehow, after all this time and all we’ve done, I forgot what anassholeyou are.”
“Glad I could remind you.”
I can’t seem to stop being a jerk no matter how I try. Not that I’m trying very hard not to be one at the moment. I’m pissed off if I’m honest.
And her mouth is so pink and pouty.
I want her lips around my cock even though I’m mad at her.
She whirls around and stalks into her room, and all I can see is her ass bouncing in her shorts.
Jesus fucking Christ. I need to get it together.
I go back to my room and pace around for a few moments, taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself.
A few moments turn into half an hour, and a tantalizing smell drifts from the kitchen.
