Eamon frowns. “Do what?”
“Kill him.”
They both slowly smile.
“No, angel,” Clay says with a grin. “No, we’re done killing. Terry’s going to face the council tribunal for his crimes. If he’s found guilty, and he will be, it’ll be Connor Hanity—Kelsey’s father—who does the killing.”
Eamon’s eyes drag over me. “You okay with that?”
I only have to think about it for a second—the crimes he did, the young girls he hurt.
“Very,” I mutter.
I look up into their eyes, and before we can say another word, we all come crashing together all over again. My heart soars, and my body melts against them as the two big, rough, gorgeous men press me between them and kiss me like I’m their last meal.
“You should come back with us.” Clay purrs quietly.
“Oh, I should, should I?”
He grins. “We could use your skills in our organization, you know.”
I hoot out a laugh. “Are you trying to recruit a CIA officer into the Irish mob?”
Eamon shrugs, grinning. “Maybe?” He moves into me, and when I feel his hand slide down to my ass, I shiver.
“I can promise you, the job has it’s… perks.”
I giggle as the both of them pull me in tight, kissing down my neck as their hands slide over me.
“Well how about you come work for me?”
They chuckle.
“For you, huh? Us, with the CIA?” Clay grins.
“Oh, for sure. We could use some hot Irish kingpins at the Agency. You’d be working under me though, just so you know.”
“I think I’d be just fine working under you,” Eamon groans, his hands tightening on my waist as I giggle.
And then suddenly, it’s like the last two months just disappear, and that I’d only been with them for one day stops mattering at all. I fall into them, kissing them madly, losing myself in their lips as the world fades around me. We stay like that for a while, me kissing one and then the other, as the sun finishes going down.
“So, should we be worried, by the way?”
I raise a brow at Clay.
“About?”
“About you being the CIA, baby girl,” he grins.
I shrug. “Well, are you or your organization extremist terrorists?”
“Uh, no.”
I grin. “Then you’re good. That’s what they’ve got their hands full with these days. I don’t think they care about the Irish mob.” I blush. “No offense.”
Clay chuckles. “None taken, and good.”
I lean in, kissing him softly.
“So, you’re really not going to just shoot Terry right here? Or throw him out of the plane at twenty-thousand feet?”
Eamon laughs. “Nah, not really our style.
I raise a brow. “Really? Two big bad mob kingpins like you?”
Clay grins. “You know, we’re not nearly as scary as you might think we are, angel.”
He pulls me close, growling lowly.
“But we could be, if you wanted.”
I shiver as I feel Eamon move behind me, four hands sliding over me as they move into kiss my neck.
“I missed you so much,” I breathe.
“Well you’ve got us now,” Eamon purrs. “And sweetness?” he leans in, kissing my neck. “Trust me, we’ve got you.”
Clay grunts. “We just need to figure out how to stay on the council when we move over here.”
Slowly, I start to beam.
“Actually, I’ve got one more surprise for you.”
I’ve been holding this one back, waiting to see how it went when I saw them again. But now, I don’t know why the heck I was worried at all.
I look up at them, biting my lip.
“So, there’s a new intelligence position opening,” I swallow. “In Dublin.”
It takes them a second, but then suddenly, both of their eyes light up, and before I know it, I’m melting into them as they kiss me wildly and fiercely.
“I love you, Phoebe,” Eamon growls.
“And I love you, too,” Clay purrs into my ear.
“I love you,” I whisper back. “I love you both more than I even know what to do with.”
“How about you start by getting on that plane, and we give you a tour of your new city when we land,” Clay grins.
I grin from ear to ear. “I think I’d like that.”
“And by ‘a tour of Dublin,’” Eamon grunts, moving into me as my breath catches. “We actually mean we’re going to tie you to one of our beds and take our goddamn time with you.”
I whimper as the two of them hold me tight, hands sliding over me.
“I think I’d like that,” I breathe.
Clay groans. “Because trust me, after two months of not having you, we’re barely holding back right now.”
“Who says you should keep holding back then?” I gasp.
The both of them growl fiercely, tugging at my clothes as my pulse spikes.
“Terry?”
“Handcuffed and blindfolded, and the back of the Jeep is soundproofed.”
I whimper as they start to tear my clothes off, tugging at my shirt, fingers working the zipper of my pants down as the heat explodes through me.
“Your pilots?” I gasp.