Page 83 of Three Irish Kings

I scramble up out of bed, hurriedly putting on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that says “Trouble” that Dare bought me.

I pad to the living room to come face-to-face with my other two kidnappers turned lovers.

Liam gives me a once-over, and I know he’s not pleased.

I shiver, wondering if he’s gonna “punish” me. I shake my head to clear it. I have something else in mind tonight.

Cillian gives me a small smile, and it feels like a victory.

Liam curses under his breath. “Is he asleep again?”

Dare walks into the living room, shirtless, just in his boxers, and my eyes sweep over his body appreciatively.

“I'm up, I’m up.” His hair is tousled, and he yawns.

God, he’s cute when he wants to be. And he always wants to be.

But I’m on a mission.

“I’m so happy you’re here. I wanted you all here tonight.”

Liam narrows his eyes at me. “What are you planning?”

I huff out a breath. “Why are you always soparanoid? I just wanted to spend time with all of you.”

As grumpy as he is sometimes, Liam’s an important part of this equation for me. I can’t imagine being with just one of them and not having the other two.

I smile. “Thought we could have a sleepover.”

Dare laughs. “Only you would call an orgy a sleepover.”

Cillian grins, almost a full smile this time, and it makes me happy.

Liam just stares at us like we’ve all lost our minds.

“You want to have a sleepover? With us?”

“What can I say? I’m greedy.”

Dare snickers at that, but Liam just looks baffled.

“Are you some kind of masochist? Why do you want us? Why do you wantme?” His eyes search my face, and there’s something other than just irritation in his expression, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

I shrug. “I like you.”

“You... youlikeme? After the way this went down? The way I treat you?” He gets closer, shaking his head.

Dare looks between us. “She wants us all; she gets us all, right?”

Liam doesn’t protest, but he doesn’t look happy either. He looks mad.

“What is the problem?” I look between Liam and Cillian.

Liam doesn’t even look at me.

“The problem? The problem is that I’m not the insatiable one that can’t make do with one dick.”

I freeze, glaring at him, anger making me feel hot. “You arenotcalling me a whore.”