Clay grunts, turning his head and biting her thigh as he drives his cock to the hilt in her tight, slick, spasming pussy and lets go. He roars, his muscles rippling as he pumps rope after rope of his cum deep into her pussy, filling her until I watch it start to spurt out from where they join. He groans, pulling back and then thrusting back in, slowly fucking her right through both of their orgasms, until the three of us come to a panting halt.
Clay leans over and kisses her slow and fierce, groaning into her lips before he pulls away. Phoebe turns, her eyes wild as she pulls me in, kissing me hungrily as she coos softly into my mouth.
“This is insane,” she says quietly, swallowing as she pulls back from our kiss.
I give a half grin, turning to arch a brow at Clay.
“Tell me about it.”
Clay chuckles, shaking his head before dragging his eyes to meet Phoebe’s.
“Good insane or bad insane?”
She blushes as she bites back her smile.
“Good,” she whispers, her eyes darting between us. “I—I just, I mean, with both of you…”
“There’s no jealousy between Eamon and I,” Clay growls. “None at all.”
“You do this a lot?” She frowns slightly. “You know, with girls?”
“No,” I say quietly and truthfully. Yes, it’s happened in the distant past, but not often, and not for a long time. We’ve been far too busy building the empire up and cementing our places on the council to have a free second for women. But for her?
Shit, we’d tear down every brick of our empire for her.
“No, baby girl,” I growl, kissing her softly. “You?”
She giggles. “Oh, yeah, all the time. I get traded in poker games constantly to hot Irish crime bosses who want to share me.”
She rolls her eyes.
“That’s a joke, you know.”
I chuckle. “I gathered.”
Clay frowns. “Listen, Patrick—”
Phoebe makes a face and shakes her head. “Not what you think, trust me. We’re just engaged because I—” she looks like she’s about to say something when she suddenly clamps her mouth shut, shaking her head almost as if she’s admonishing herself before she clears her throat and looks at us.
“It’s just an arrangement. Trust me, he’s never even touched me.”
I snort. “Well that’s a very stupid man.”
She giggles. “He’s tried, but hell no.”
Clay chuckles darkly. “Well, his loss,” he purrs, leaning and brushing her lips with his. “Our gain.”
Phoebe moans softly as he kisses her slowly. But the slow, easy kiss suddenly starts to turn deeper, and heavier, until both of them are panting when they pull away.
Clay glances at me, and I grin as I nod.
“We’re not even close to done here, are we?”
“No way,” Phoebe pants, her green eyes blazing with fire.
“C’mere, baby girl.”
I kiss her fiercely, my cock aching hard between my thighs as my hands and Clay’s start to move over her body.
We want more. Fuck, I know now that we’ll always want more. And right now, we’re going to show her that.
7
Phoebe
I almost tell them. When the subject of me being engaged to Patrick comes up, I just want to tell them everything. That it’s a setup. That my whole backstory of being connected to Chicago is bullshit, orchestrated to get Patrick and Terry interested in me, and in keeping me close. I want to tell them that my last name is Carter, not Wright.
I want to tell them every single thing about me, actually. Because in the span of however short a time I’ve spent with them, somehow, it’s all clicked together. Somehow, being with them just feels like… I don’t know. Home? Being with them ignites a passion I never knew I had inside, and it burns so fiercely through me that I can’t even imagine having not connected with them.
And yet, I hold back. I hate that I do, but I do just the same. It’s not even about being unsure if I can trust them or not. I know I can. It’s that I don’t want to see that look in their eyes when they realize who I really am. I don’t want to betray them like that. And I know the second I spill that truth, this little bubble we’re in pops, and this dream fades away.
So, I say nothing. But really, that’s easy right now, with them kissing me fiercely, making me moan as their hands slide over my body. I whimper into Eamon’s lips as Clay’s strong hands pull me up and flip me over. I moan, letting them move me however they want as the two men get me up on my hands and knees on the table. I shiver as I feel Clay move behind me, his hand skimming my ass. He moves against me, and when I feel the pulsing, swollen crown of his gorgeous cock tease over my pussy, I gasp quietly.