When I catch a glimpse of Colin’s face screwed up in pain, I know he’s seconds away from tossing his load. She hasn’t cum a second time yet, and with my cousin being balls deep inside her, ready to burst at any second, I know she’ll need a little extra stimulation to get her there. I sneak my hand in between us and give her clit a few strokes, and sure enough, she shatters into a million pieces. As her orgasms rips her in half, Colin cums inside her with two vigorous thrusts and then pulls out, leaving the door wide open for me to take my rightful turn.
“Jesus! Fuck!” I shout when I fill her to the hilt.
Nothing could have ever prepared me for how good Rosa’s pussy would feel on my dick.
It’s a miracle Colin lasted as long as he did because, in less than ten minutes flat, I’m cumming like a horny pre-teen who just learned how to jerk off. My cock is still fully inside her as she milks me dry, panting out my name like it’s God’s answer to all her prayers. My head falls to her shoulder, feeling like someone just whacked me across the chest with a baseball bat.
The fuck just happened?
Sex has never once had me questioning all my beliefs, not that I have many, but magical fucking pussies are definitely not on the list. I hear Colin’s heavy breathing in sync with mine, telling me that he knows exactly what I’m feeling right now.
We are so fucked.
Because I doubt that even after we get Rosa knocked up, neither one of us will want to stop fucking her.
Once you have a taste of heaven, it’s hard letting go of it.
And as if Tiernan has a direct line to my thoughts, I hear him scoff from his seat.
“That was quite the performance,” he says dryly. “I think that’s enough for today. You can show yourselves out while I have a word with my wife.”
I don’t miss how he adds just a bit of emphasis on the words—my wife.
I’ve never once wanted anything my brother had.
Not the seat on the throne of the Irish mob.
Not the loyalty and respect of his men.
Not even the constant praise he receives from our father.
There was never anything that would ever entice me into stepping into his shoes.
Until now.
Chapter 15
Rosa
Tiernan waits until he hears the front door of the apartment close behind Shay and Colin before he gets out of his seat and walks over to the dresser where I left my handbag. I pull the sheets up to cover my naked flesh, although modesty went out the window the minute I agreed to go through with having sex with two men that weren’t my husband.
I watch in silence as he flips my bag upside down and disposes of all of its contents on top of the dresser. He picks up a tube of my lipstick and then walks over to the same chair he had been sitting in while he watched his own flesh and blood take turns fucking me.
Although can I really say what transpired between us was just sex?
I swear there was a connection that was made between me, Shay, and Colin.
Maybe it was all in my head, but I felt something twist and turn inside me with every gentle kiss they gave me.
Or maybe—and this feels like a more realistic reason—I’m just not the type of woman who can have sex just for the sake of having it without feelings being involved.
I might have just romanticized the whole event, and what I felt when Shay and Colin touched me was just one-sided.
Right now, my world has been tipped on its axis, and I’m not sure which way is up or down. All I know is that when I slept with Tiernan, it was raw, unadulterated passion. Maybe hatred spurred that sentiment on, making our moments of intimacy that much more intense.
With Shay and Colin, however, I felt the opposite. I felt delicate. Precious—even loved.
I felt like I could breathe.
With Tiernan, I didn’t feel like I could even touch him without being reprimanded for it.
Shay begged for my touch.
His blue eyes burned at the way my hand ran down his chest.
And as for Colin?
His ardent caresses made me feel like he had never been in the possession of something so precious.
It reminded me of the way he would stare at a landscape painting he liked and want to submerge himself in it. Get lost in something beautiful since his world is anything but.
I liked the power they both let me have.
To wield it against them.
The way they fell apart just by being with me.
It’s not at all what I expected.
A part of me even screamed for me to put a stop to this before I even walked into the room. Only my pride and stubbornness prevented me from backpedaling and calling the whole thing off.
I made a deal with the devil, and if my soul was the price I had to pay to get what I wanted, then so be it.