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All of the guys stare at me with sincere looks on their faces.

We did it. It happened.

I can’t wait to do it again.

Just not tonight.

Chapter 18

JOLENE

It’s like somebody fired the starting gun, and then we were off and running!

The next morning, we realized we only had five days left. We had to pack. Tickets had to get bought. Directions, maps, quick tutorials on Irish culture.

Good thing they speak English there, is all I’m saying. Otherwise, Ambrose would’ve tried to stuff in language lessons too.

And in between everything, I have three new boyfriends to… satisfy.

With everything changing so quickly, the guys took a few days off work so they could pack and prepare, which means they are around the house all the time.

They have even been taking care of the kids, so that we can go in shifts. Ambrose likes to fuck in the morning.

Boone likes a blowjob before lunch.

And Harrison is ready pretty much all the time.

I keep thinking I’m going to blow out my vagina, just basically pound it to shreds, but it just keeps on working! What a trouper!

It feels like a dream. Every once in a while, I will remember what is happening.

A year ago, I was being ignored by my wannabe rock star boyfriend, Tony.

Six months ago, I was sleeping on Emily’s couch.

Four months ago, Emily was dropping me off at the front door and basically telling me to keep this job at all costs.

Now I am attached to these three beautiful, adorable children, and soaking wet with lust for their gorgeous daddies.

How things can change!

Amber lets herself in the front door, rolling a suitcase behind her as Alexis comes in wearing a beautiful pale green dress. It has a tight vest and ornate scrollwork around the puffy sleeves.

“Wow, don’t you look gorgeous!” I comment.

Alexis does a fancy sort of curtsy, ribbons streaming from her hair.

“It’s a traditional Irish dance costume!” she informs me. “I’ve been taking lessons! Do you want to see?”

“More than anything!” I answer honestly.

Alexis commands Siri to begin playing some kind of traditional Irish jig and positions herself in the middle of the game room. Amber and I lean against the granite island in the kitchen to watch.

“It’s only been a month of lessons,” Amber mutters confidentially. “Don’t expect too much.”

“A month? Already?”

“Harrison thought Ireland was a good possibility,” she shrugs. “I guess he was right… about a lot of things.”

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