stuttered.
Sean laughed. “We’re totally unrelated, honey. My name’s only O’Keefe because of him. I used to be a Brennan—the boy who lived down the street and fell in with his wild ways.” He tickled David’s belly and David pinched him. The two of them scooped up their clothes and left the room.
“I didn’t see that coming,” she murmured.
Patrick laughed. “They play both ways, but mostly for the same team. It works in this town. And the rest of us O’Keefes consider Sean as family because he’s basically ‘married’ in. He and David are committed.”
“But you’re all Irish and you look alike—I mean… Well, I don’t know that I actually know what I mean.”
He’d shifted so he was partially off the bed and had slipped on protection while they’d spoken. Now, he moved beneath her. He settled her over her cock. The wide head of it brushed her opening, and she slowly sank down the length. She closed her eyes at the intense sensation of his width so deep in her.
“Aye, we’re all immigrants,” he conceded. “Our parents lived near each other in a largely Irish section of Brooklyn. The looks things is just coincidence and actually, aside from build and hair, they don’t really look that alike.”
“Uh-huh,” she murmured, totally distracted by the feel of him. She rocked a little, angling her clit to rub into his pubis.
“That’s it, sweetness. Doesn’t he feel good inside you,” she heard as Jamie rasped into her ear. He stood behind her, his body pressed to her back, one hand low on her groin and the other on her ass.
“I thought you weren’t gonna play,” she said as he kissed her shoulder.
“Oh man, Rayna. Baby…” Patrick moaned. “Yeah, Jamie, move her.” His hands clamped on her thighs as Jamie pitched against her, jolting her forward as his body rubbed against her back, his hard cock pressing along her ass. He’d opened his hoodie but, some time since he’d come home, had removed his shirt. She groaned at the feel of his warm flesh along her back.
Jamie moved her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck as she picked up speed and rode Patrick’s cock. Her whole body pulsed. Her eyes closed as she sank into the sensations sizzling over her. Two sets of hands. Two bodies. A mouth sucking possessively at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Hips bucking upward into her clenching passage.
“You’re so hot,” Jamie whispered. “Even more beautiful in the throes of passion than I imagined. Does it excite you to fuck them all? To know how bad they all wanted you?”
“Yes, baby. Squeeze me,” Patrick moaned. His rough hands scraped along her thighs and yanked her down harder on his cock. “You feel so good.”
She leaned against Jamie, rocking with him as she fucked Patrick. Jamie’s hands came up and cupped her breasts. As he worked his fingers beneath her bra, she realized she’d never taken it off. She’d been so distracted, so taken with what the men were doing to her. Reaching behind her, she released the clasp and felt the weight of her breasts fall into his palms.
His fingers tightened. “Oh, sweetness…”
“Play with my nipples, Jamie,” she begged.
He did, twisting each between his fingers, and her pussy felt as if it might explode with pleasure. She heard Sean and David crying out down the hall, and it triggered reaction in her. She reached back and gripped Jamie’s waist while she thrust hard onto Patrick. Her mouth dropped open on a silent scream, and her whole world suspended, colors flying past her. As she fell forward, over Patrick, she distantly heard Jamie stumble away.
Disappointment threaded through her—not that he hadn’t fucked her, but that he’d run away. The gnawing feeling soon disappeared as Patrick ran his hands over her and kissed her shoulder.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
In a haze, she let him move her around so he could slip out of her and shift her onto the mattress. He kissed her temple then silently smoothed her hair from her face. She smiled wanly, almost too tired to respond. Her eyes were closed before he left the room.
Chapter Three
When Rayna woke, her stomach growling since she’d skipped dinner, she found that someone had brought her things from the car. Her whole body ached pleasantly when she rolled to the side. Heat flooded through her, prickling up her neck. Goodness, what had she done? One thing was sure. It had been remarkable.
Gingerly, she sat up and hugged