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“You definitely don’t have to work out.” Finn smiled. “Might be for the best, because if those assholes started checking out your Lycra-clad ass we’d have to knock ’em out.”

“Yeah,” Cillian muttered. “Too right. Assholes.”

I looked between them and was again aware of something deeper lurking beneath their surface. What was it? I couldn’t put my finger on it but I knew it was there.

There was still a lot to learn about Finn and Cillian Sullivan. I’d find out some of it, but likely it would take a lifetime to really know them.

Chapter Nine

Rebecca

The afternoon and evening passed by in a series of movies and snacks. My long gray sofa was big enough for all three of us to sprawl on, and now in my own lounging clothes, and not Amy’s, I was much more comfortable.

“Should we stay the night?” Finn asked, looking up from where he was giving me a very thorough foot rub.

Our gazes connected. Was it a loaded question? What was he really asking?

“Just, you know,” Cillian said. “If you don’t want to be alone, like. We’ll stay.”

“You’re right, I don’t want to be alone.” I reached for his hand and intertwined our fingers, then studied the way his big ones bent over mine. “But that’s not the only reason I want you to stay.”

Neither man spoke.

“I think we can consider this afternoon a second date, don’t you?” I smiled, just a little.

“In the name of the Lord, yes to that,” Finn said, his warm palm sliding from my ankle and under the hem of my pants, onto my shin. “And a good second date, too.”

“You’re an amazing cook,” Cillian said.

I laughed. “I was told a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

“Yeah, and his cock.”

“Cillian.” I burst out laughing.

“Get used to us, we say it how it is.”

“I’ve noticed.” I stood and went to the window to stare outside. It was twilight, and a blackbird was singing his last songof the day. “I’m going to take a shower, then go to bed.” I turned. “One of you can join me…or both.”

I didn’t wait for them to answer. Instead, I turned and sashayed out of the room, knowing full well they were both ogling my ass.

“It’ll be both of us,” Finn called. “’Cause we’re both gonna fuck you all night long. Fuck you so good you’ll only want us forever, we’ll ruin you for all other men.”

I paused. Opened my mouth but couldn’t think of anything to respond with so shut it again.

Climbing the stairs, my excitement winged through me. They flicked from lazy chat to dirty promises, and that flip around was such a turn-on my pussy was already dampening.

As I hunted out a sexy little leopard-print negligee, I remembered how good Finn had been in the stationery cupboard. I certainly got the impression he knew his way around a woman’s body.

And Cillian.

Yes, I’d put money on him being talented in that department, too.

I showered, slathered on vanilla body cream, and pulled on the negligee. It showed off my deep cleavage and nipped in at my waist. I added a pair of black lace knickers, piled my hair high, and dotted some Chanel on my wrists and behind my ears.

There was movement outside my bedroom door. Voices. The shower. The linen door opening and closing, presumably for towels.

I shut the curtains, lit a lavender candle, and lay on the bed, my hand propped under my chin.