Page 69 of Three Irish Kings

“I know you’re sore, but I need to be inside you. Think you can take me,a ghrá?”

“Yes, God, please, yes.”

I can’t help but grin, sitting up on my knees and looping her legs around my waist.

She locks her ankles behind my back, making me surge forward, and my clothed erection rubs up against her core.

Christ, she’s so wet and hot already, nearly burning me through my pants.

I grit my teeth, reaching between us to free myself. I slide into her, but given my size there’s still a stretch.

Isla moans so loud I’m sure she’ll wake the others, and I hope she does. I hope they both hear that she’s mine.

“Just like that,a ghrá?”

She whines and clutches the bed sheets, clenching around me.

I could purr. “Already going to come?”

“Please, please, oh God, Dare, please don’t stop.”

I grunt, thinking that is easier said than done when my balls have already drawn up just sinking into her. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. I’ve been called a lot of things but never a quitter.

I roll my hips, thrusting into her in long, slow strokes, and Isla trembles under me, still coming, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Fuck, Isla, I can’t stop it.”

“Do it, Dare. Fill me up.”

I choke out a moan at her words, her raspy tone, and this is probably the quickest quickie of my life but just eating her out made me halfway there.

I cry out when I finally come inside her, and she grabs me around the neck, pulling me down to kiss me sloppily.

Isla smiles when I lift my head. “I appreciate all this, Dare.”

“Appreciate... the sex?” I raise an eyebrow. “Because I should really be thanking you.”

She laughs. “No, not the sex, although that’s always great. I appreciate you actually looking for Maggie. Believing me.”

“I’ve always believed you.” It’s true. From the moment I met her, she didn’t seem like a target to me, and even when I doubted her, some part of me knew she’s not Maggie Sullivan.

But whoever she is, regardless of who she is, she is mine.

When it’s not my shift, I know sometimes, Cillian or Liam go into her room with her until late into the night, and it always makes my heart pound.

I can never sleep on the nights I’m not on the roster, staring up at the ceiling with my jaw tightened and teeth gritted. Full-on movies in graphic detail playing inside my head and driving me crazy, both with jealousy and lust.

But they never stay the night, and that gives me some hope. Whenever all three of us stay over, I end up in her bed morenights than not, with Cillian and Liam bunking in the guest room.

Isla’s sleeping next to me right now, her face slack and beautiful, eyelashes fanning along her cheekbones.

I think about waking her up by going down on her—my favorite pastime—and my dick plumps at the very thought.

What is Isla doing to me?

Chapter Nineteen

LIAM