But I’m not a better man.
Nor do I pretend to be.
She knows this.
So when I pull her off of Shay and lie her face down on the bed, with me on top of her, she doesn’t even blink.
“Did you enjoy that, wife? Being fucked by two cocks at the same time?”
She turns her head to the side and throws me a mischievous wink.
A siren if I ever saw one.
I slap her ass, to which she sighs in contentment.
“My turn, wife. If you wanted three lovers, you should have come prepared to satisfy all of us.”
“You talk too much, husband,” she sings, rubbing her ass on my cock. “What’s taking so long for you to claim what’s yours?”
Fuck!
The woman really knows how to set my blood on fire.
I lift her ass off the bed until she’s fully kneeling beneath me. With her hair nicely bound to my wrist, I pull her head back, my lips to her ear.
“All of you is mine, acushla. Every last hole, every last morsel of love. You won’t deny me access to your heart ever again. You’re mine, just as I am fucking yours. Always and forever.”
Her lust-filled eyes take a softer hue, true love piercing through my heart.
“Take me, Tiernan. My body and my heart are yours. Always and forever.”
I soak my cock in her juices, making sure it’s well lubricated, and center my crown on her puckered, forbidden hole. On bated breath, she waits patiently for me to corrupt all of her, inch by inch. I watch her hands clench the sheets as I sheathe into her most secret of places. Like our love, pain and pleasure collide, singing its tune that our souls are well familiar with. She moans out my name, telling me how full she feels with me inside her as I ride her ass like it’s mine to tame. In one breath she begs God to rescue her from such rapture, while on another, she pleads for me to fuck her harder, faster, more. I give her all that and then some, slapping her pussy and ass cheeks when she’s close to falling off the ledge without me. It’s only when her calves begin to shake and she starts talking in her mother tongue that I show her mercy. I fuck her pussy with my fingers while pounding into her tight passage, and when her climax finally hits her, I let go and follow her lead into paradise, knowing that when I return, she’ll be here in my arms. I then fall to her side, kissing her bare shoulder and broadcasting the first genuine, elated smile to ever see the light of day on my lips. I brush her hair out of her face and place another chaste kiss to her lips.
“Heaven, acushla. You’ve given a devil like me heaven.”
“That’s how life will be for the four of us now, my king. Pure. Utter. Bliss.” She smiles, turning her soft peaceful gaze to Shay and Colin.
They both instantly draw closer, as if her eyes alone were enough of a command to call them to her. We cradle our woman in our embrace as she gives in to her exhaustion and falls asleep, knowing that heaven will be here waiting for her when she wakes up.
However, the next morning when I wake up, it isn’t to my wife’s gentle kiss but to Shay’s light snoring in my ear.
Hmm.
As much as I enjoyed myself last night—and I did thoroughly enjoy myself many times over during the night, fucking my wife raw after Shay and Colin had their way with her—waking up to my brother’s snoring is not how I envision my mornings in the future. We’ll have to make arrangements and rules about how our peculiar relationship will work to ensure its success. But those are just small details we can easily resolve. The hard part was seeing if we had a chance at the life my wife wanted, and after last night, I know we do.
When I see that neither Rosa nor Colin are in bed, I walk over to my old dresser, pick out some torn jeans and a t-shirt—blue since I know how much Rosa likes the color—and go downstairs in search of the both of them. When I reach the kitchen and see only Athair and Colin there, my brows pinch together.
“Where’s Rosa?”
“At Holy Cross Cathedral. Your máthair and her left early this morning to pray and light a candle for the wee babe’s safe arrival. Although if you ask me, your wife should probably say a few Hail Marys too after what we all heard last night over dinner. Jesus, lad. This house isn’t soundproof you know. Damn near gave Father Doyle a stroke hearing you four go at it like rabbits.” My father shakes his head in disapproval. Colin hides his smile with his coffee mug while I take a seat at the kitchen table.
“We have to talk, Athair.”
He raises his hand up and stops me before I get a word in.
“If you are going to tell me that you’ve decided to take the Bratva route and share your wife with your brother and cousin, I’d rather you spare me the details. Rumor has it that the Volkovs aren’t the only ones who decided that the families’ daughters be shared amongst their men. To each their own, I say. Just keep me out of it. As far as I’m concerned, the Hernandez girl has performed her duty in marrying you and getting pregnant with the next Kelly. Everything that comes after that is none of my business.”