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Page 77 of Irish Daddies

Rian lifts me effortlessly, adjusting me over his lap. His cock is already pressing against me, thick and hard, and when he slides into me, I cry out. Softly, desperately.

They hold me between them. Declan’s hands on my chest, Rian’s hips moving under mine. I ride him slow, greedy, tears slipping from my eyes and mixing with sweat.

“Is tú mo ghrá,” Rian whispers, thrusting up into me.

“I know,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “I love you too.”

Declan kisses my tears away. “We both do.”

I come undone between them—shaking, full, whole.

After, they don’t let go, and I don’t want them to. I relax into their arms, letting them hold me, just for now. Because soon, I’ll have to make a thousand choices for all of us.

But not right now. Right now, I get to belong. And belonging is so much more than just surviving.

The End