CHAPTER TEN

Connor is now the one handing me the tools, since Murphy is way too easily distracted. Any passerby, a stray dog, or even a sizeable fly, is enough of an excuse for him to stop caring about what we're doing. I'm dying from the heat, with my head under the open hood. And I might well explain in detail how this all work; Connor's eyes are never on the engine. At some point, I can see his gaze following a drop of sweat down my collar to my chest. I guess they did tell us about not paying much attention in school. I should have known this wouldn't be any different.

"Ye're alright, luv?" he ends up asking after I sighed for the hundredth time.

"Just hot…"

He grins, but my scowl defies him to make a stupid comment.

So, he just hops off the fender where he was half-seated: "I'll go upstairs and get ye something ta drink. Murph! C'mere ye eejit. Help the poor lass, for Christ's sake."

Sujin raises her head from under the dashboard inside: "God, yes, please! I'm dying from dehydration in there…"

So, he vanishes inside the building, and his brother comes brushing against my backside while I'm still leaned in.

"Not helping," I grumble.

He just chuckles. "Almost done, lass?"

"Just about."

But then Sujin appears at our side: "Em… Connor's going to have a hard time getting in, since I still got his keys…"

"You know you'll have to give those back someday, right?"

"Aye, or just give us a warning if ye plan on moving in!" Murphy laughs.

"I'll just be right back with those drinks!" she shouts above her shoulder while running after Connor.

I finally straighten up: "Alright! Could you start the car, bunny-bear?"

"What the fuck is a bunny-bear?" he asks while sitting behind the wheel.

"Why? Like any of these make any sense…"

"Ye sure ye're not having a sunstroke or something, hun?"

I'm about to find a nice retort when my precious motor finally rumbles.

"Yes!"

"Nice." His tone is less cheerful.

"Oh, come on, don't sulk! Turn it off and come over here; I just need to finish screwing those…"

I distinctly hear him mumble a crude remark about 'screwing' and glare at him as he comes. He darts his tongue back, so I have to giggle.

"Just hold this, alright?" I ask, before I see his hand approaching the greasiest part: "Not that!" Though, of course, it's too late. His palm comes out smeared in jet-black oil.

"Christ!"

I can't help scoffing: "If you had listened for even a second at what I've been sayin-"

I'm cut off by his finger coating my nose with the filth. My mouth remains agape.

"You can't-"

"Can't what, sunshine-o'-mine?" He taunts while his hand flies back toward my cheek.

I dodge it to plunge mine inside the engine and get it back, just as sullied, for payback. Although he's fast. He jumps and grabs me from behind, his hand sneaking on my jaws, my throat, my collarbones and down my shirt. I manage to reach his face behind me and spread a good chunk there.

In only seconds, we look like chimney sweeps from the fifties. And people in the streets are throwing us odd looks.

"Gosh, that's gross…" I exclaim while breaking free. And I try to wipe some of it with a just-as dirty rag.

Murphy, on the other hand, seems pretty pleased with himself.

"So, ye need me to hold what?"

"Here, let's get this over with…"

After I – finally! – shut the hood down, with everything in place and working again, we can get back to the building's salutary shade. I sigh. Neither Connor or Sujin ever came back with anything to drink. They're going to get an earful from me.

When we get inside the elevator, too tired for the stairs, an old lady comes in with us. She frowns at our dreadful appearance, and Murphy greats her with an over-the-top joviality. She rolls her eyes at his antics with a benevolent smile. She seems to know him well.

As we all ride up, he catches my eyes roaming on his dirty arms. His tight muscles, weirdly highlighted by the oil, may be making me drool.

Now, as soon as the old lady gets out, one level below theirs, Murphy drops the toolbox he was holding and lunges at me. I'm suddenly crushed against the side, his mouth on mine, with an awful taste of car grease. I come up for air, but his face remains inches from mine, his hands in my hair, and his lower body firmly pressed against mine.

"I need to fuck ye 'til ye beg."

My breath catches in my throat. His darkened blue eyes are boring into mine. No coyness, no reserve. And I'm immediately wet for him.

We stumble inside the apartment, in some rush, to say the least. This has been such a long time coming.

I barely spare a glance for either our siblings who abandoned us to die from thirst outside. Never mind; I guess revenge is a dish best served cold. They're lying on Connor's mattress; I only see her slapping the poor guy's hand away, probably teasing him to the edge of madness.

I just cross the whole room walking backward, Murphy tugging on my clothes hastily while I practically tear his off. We're both naked by the time my back hits the cold white tiles on the opposite wall. His hardened length is grinding against my pelvis, his palms urgently fondling my breasts, but his lips are hovering over me. It's impossible to find a patch of skin not begrimed by our wandering hands. And we're both frustrated.

So, I spin around and turn on the shower tap.

I shriek when icy water suddenly flows on my overheated head. And he hisses behind me. But he also catches me before I can leap away.

The bastard keeps me under the cold stream, and I gasp. Both his hands grab my wrists and slam them against the wall. Then, one hurries down my back, and swiftly slips between my ass cheeks. He just skims over my butthole to bury inside my folds. I'm damp and ready for him. And his fingers lacing with mine on the tiles, his chest pressing against my shoulder blades, his hot breath in my hair, his arm sliding between us, he starts working me with his hand.

I'm trembling and moaning within a minute of this. I feel it already building inside me. Damn, I need some release.

"Ye like that, babe?"

"God yes! Murphy!"

"Are ye going to come for me?" His velvety voice would be enough.

"Yes!"

However, instead of pushing me over the edge, he abruptly slows down.

"No…" I whine and can feel his chest shaking with a chuckle against my back.

"I think I told ye, lass, I'm going to hear ye beg."

My breath quivers uncontrollably. He's now pumping two digits lazily inside me, and my body jolts with waves of pleasure, but no orgasm.

"I- Fuck, Murphy!"

Once again, he hastens the pace, brings me right there on the edge, keeps me on the brink, and when he withdraws his hand, I wail in frustration.

I try to blindly reach for him behind me, but he catches my wrists again, slams them back on the wall.

"Nuh-uh. Stay."

I can feel his stiff dick gliding against my butt cheek. I'm a shivering mess and I can't think straight.

"Murphy…"

"Aye, hun." That asshole is waiting for me to say it. I cannot believe the restraint he's showing. Because, well, as much as my pride stings, I can't:

"Please, Murphy…"

"Please what, baby?" I hear the distinct noise of a condom wrap being ripped.

"Please- Oh God please, fuck me now…"

He enters me at once.

And I wanted this so bad, I cry out in relief. And he loudly groans as well: "Damn, ye feel like fucking heaven."

He finally begins a blissful back-and-forth, with his hands guiding my hips back against him, his nails digging in my skin. I let my cheekbone bump on the tiles, with the icy stream of water falling on my arched lower back. Nothing matters but the feeling of him ramming inside me. And I'm soon screaming his name.

But suddenly, his body freezes.

This time I rage: "Jesus Christ! Don't stop!"

"Easy with the Lord's name, luv." I open eyes I didn't realize were shut to find Connor right there.

And Sujin is pissed. When I glance toward her, I can see he has tied her up to his bed. Her arms are locked above her head and she can't get up.

"Connor, what the fuck!" she calls.

"Ye need to be taught some manners, dear." He displays the meanest beam I've ever seen, and I wonder what atrocity she's done to deserve this. "By the way, yer safe word is: 'I'm sorry Connor'." It was probably bad.

Now, she's flushed red, her nostrils are flaring, but she seals her lips with determination. And she stares us down as if looks could kill.

I guess I should show some sisterly compassion, but, to be honest, I'm way more concerned by the fact that we were in a middle of something that Murphy didn't see through. And there is now a second hot naked Irishman, smoldering me with fiery eyes. I'm suddenly grateful for the cold water.

Connor swiftly slips between me and the wall. "Don't let me interrupt, though, brother. I think ye were on to something."

Murphy's iron grip on me hasn't softened in the slightest, neither has his member inside me. I can't know what he thinks of his brother's interference, but he violently smashes inside, yanking my ass against his groin.

He's now viciously slow, though every thrust is forceful and deep. I gasp and whimper with each of them. Barely breathing, and not able to articulate a word anymore.

Connor's hands are, in stark contrast sweet and careful. He caresses my jaw while peppering light kisses on my open lips. He teases my nipples until they're rigid and ruddy. He descends on my stomach, letting his knuckles graze my skin. And then he both brushes my clit and shoves his tongue inside my mouth.

As if on cue or some silent agreement between them, Murphy accelerates. And again, and more. He quickly reaches a frantic pace, and I'm seeing black dots. He's filling every space, grinding against every soft spot inside me. And Connor's rubbing finger shoots electricity through my bundle of nerves. I suddenly tense. And Murphy's body jerks inside me.

Hearing his roar behind is what finally pushes me over. Even though I think I was riding this peak for a while now. He doesn't stop yet. He stays in and savors every aftershock, while his forehead comes resting on my shoulder.

I wouldn't be standing if Connor wasn't holding me. I rest against his torso, my upper body crushed against him, trying to find my breathing back and some strength in my wobbly legs.

"Ye done, brother?" I hear Connor's stern voice rumbling in his chest.

Murphy's is panting, as he finally pulls out: "Aye, she's all yers."

My eyes widen at that. And when I straighten up to search Connor's eyes in confusion, the mean twinkle in them doesn't bode well for me. I shiver with a new thrilling fear and my breath hitches in my throat again.

"Cause, ye see luv, if sex isn't a reward, it can very well be a punishment."