Lying on her bed in between her two men a smile lit her face and a laugh bubbled from her lips, recalling a cherished memory.
"Whatr' ya laughin' at lass?" Murphy murmured against the skin of her neck, his voice thick with satisfied exhaustion.
"Just remembering the first time that door opened." she told him with a thrust of her chin towards the now empty doorway that connected their spaces. The door having long ago been taken off it's hinges and discarded symbolically.
Murphy smiled with a laugh of his own. "Aye 'twas fuckin' hilarious, damn near scared tha piss outta Connor."
"Did not." Connor muttered against the opposite side of her neck.
"Did too." Murphy countered, nuzzling his face into her.
She let a content sigh slip past her smile and bent her arms at the elbows to stroke both their hair, remembering fondly.
She'd just moved into a crappy single room apartment in Southie, a loft really. The only pre-existing piece of furniture was an ancient night stand, it's only contents a single key. A key that opened a decrepit door on the east wall, a door that lead to nothing. Just a thin sheet of metal separating her dilapidated shoe box from the next.
After a few days of unpacking and job searching she made her way down the street to an Irish pub one night, more than ready for a drink or five. Initially it had been Murphy who drew her in out of the two brothers. The one to catch her eye and quip her interest. Not that Connor didn't try. She was just partial to brunettes with tongues that flicked out seemingly on purpose just to torture her. They'd battled over her playfully, making a spectacle of themselves in the process. But in the end Murphy was the victor.
"S'pose you'll be wantin' tha place ta yerself t'night Murph?" Connor had asked dejectedly when he'd caught them in the hall outside the bathrooms, in the middle of a particularly heated kiss.
Murphy nodded enthusiastically, not breaking the kiss, bobbing her head along with his.
"No, we'll go to my place, it's just up the street." She'd ground out between clenched teeth after She had pulled away gasping for air.
While Murphy attacked her throat she was looking over at Connor, feeling almost guilty when their eyes locked and she saw the arousal and need there. Until Murphy found that especially sensitive spot on her neck that had her eyes rolling backwards.
"Let's go, now." Murphy growled against her skin when she pushed herself against his erection. Muttering a quick "see ya later." to his brother as they passed.
She took off running as soon as they were outside McGinty's front door, a playful smile thrown Murphy's way. He didn't realize where they were headed, too caught up in the thrill of the chase. Only when they were in front of the building did he look at her, confused.
"Thought we were goin' ta yer place?" he questioned, out of breath, a bit skeptical and weary that she knew where he lived.
"This is my place, just moved in a few days ago." She panted out before catching her breath.
Murphy's face lit up with realization "What floor?"
"Fifth." she answered, a bit confused as to why what floor she lived on had to do with anything they'd been focused on not five minutes ago.
"No shite." he marveled with humor in his voice and a smile on his face "We're neighbors."
"So you two are the fuckers next door making that racket all night long?" she asked teasingly.
"Aye, but tonight you'll be tha' one makin' noise." he countered, pulling her in for another kiss before leading the way inside to the lift.
As soon as the gate closed they were on each other again. Clawing at clothing, pulling hair, biting lips. Insatiable for one another. Getting her key in the lock was an utter failure. Murphy's tongue sliding along the back of her neck caused the keys to slip from her hands and a curse to drop from her lips. When she bent to retrieve them, bumping her ass into his hardon, it was his turn to curse. Once inside their clothes disappeared so fast you'd think it was magic.
Murphy had her laid out on the bed, kissing his way down to her sex when he was stopped by a rough tug on his hair.
"No. Fuck me." she demanded forcefully, pulling him back up by the hair between her fingers. Too impatient to wait.
"As ye wish lass." Murphy replied with a grin. He hovered over her taking his shaft in his hand, sliding the head of his cock along her slit, coating it in her natural lubrication, rubbing it against her clit a handful of times making her moan before she snapped at him to get on with it. He lined himself up at her entrance, looking up at her face one last time for confirmation.
She slammed her hips forward, having no appreciation for his gentlemanly attitude at the moment. Murphy screwed his eyes shut at the maddening heat and wetness engulfing his cock, content to stay buried to the hilt for a moment. But she had other plans.
"Fuck me now or get the fuck out." she growled at him, squeezing her inner muscles to get her point across.
Murphy's eyes snapped open, a dominant gleam shining in them. He pulled out nearly all the way until only the very tip was left inside her outer lips.
"M' gonna fuck that sass right outta ya." he growled back at her before slamming his length back inside with all his weight and strength, hitting her cervix hard, extracting a yelp from her.
He didn't stop to make sure she was alright, instead setting a furious pace, pounding into her with everything he had, relishing the sting her nails left in their wake as she carved paths along his back and her screams were muffled by his flesh in her mouth.
She took it all like a champ, moving her hips the best she could to meet his frantic thrusts. Her teeth dislodged from his shoulder only long enough to pant out. "More!"
Murphy's eyebrows quirked upwards in surprise.
"Ye want more ay?" he asked breathlessly, punctuating every other word with a jab of his cock. He pulled back from her body, arranging her legs over his shoulders before grabbing two handfuls of her ass and lifting her off the bed, leaning forward into her.
The new angle tightened her to a degree almost unbearable, Murphy knew he wouldn't last much longer like this. The first thrust made her scream and her muscles spasm around him. He'd gotten lucky, finding just the right spot without trying. With a naughty smirk he worked in short quick jabs, hitting the spongy patch of flesh continuously.
By that time he was sweating profusely, his balls tightening up underneath him, that familiar tingling beginning. She was so tensed he didn't even need to hold her ass up off the bed anymore, her legs, back, and neck doing all the lifting. Freeing one hand he found her engorged nub of nerves, circling it.
She exploded. Screaming his name, cursing at him, taking the lords name in vain all in one jumble of exclaimed bliss. Clamping down on his dick, milking him as he gave up on the small thrusts, slamming home fully twice before burying himself balls deep and shooting his load inside her, roaring out his release.
Murphy shrugged her legs off, dropping her body back to the bed, his on top of hers. His hips twitched a time or two more, as if his body didn't want to stop even though it was completely spent. He was reluctant to pull out of her slick heat but he was crushing her, making her pants for air labored. He rolled to the side, catching his breath.
"Holy fuck." she wheezed, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
"Aye." he agreed, a sated smile matching her own.
"Did I hurt ya lass?" Murphy questioned, concern mixed with a bit of regret taking over his expression.
"Yes. But I liked it, no need to apologize." she reassured him, throwing in a wink.
When he got up and started searching for his clothing she wasn't the least bit surprised. It was a casual thing, a one night stand. Or so she'd thought. She had no idea at the time that once a MacManus man has had you, he keeps you. At least in her case.
So when Murphy climbed back into bed with a pack of smokes, offering her one before lighting two up and wrapping an arm around her. She was a bit surprised to say the least. She hadn't pegged him for a cuddler or a post sex talker. She was wrong on both accounts.
Around their third cigarette they'd paused from chatting when they heard the door slam shut next door. The loud bang announcing that Connor had arrived home. Murphy gazed at the door straight across from her bed, taking another drag as the gears turned in his brain.
"Explains tha' patch a metal bolted ta tha wall." he muttered, eyeing the door. "Ya 'ave tha key fer tha door lass?" Murphy inquired.
"Left it unlocked after I opened it." she replied, looking up to the door that had captured his attention.
Murphy hopped out of bed, striding over to the door naked. He grasped the handle and opened it slowly to prevent any creaking. Murphy pressed his head against the metal behind the doorway, clamping a hand over his mouth to keep a loud burst of laughter from spilling out. He looked back at her on the bed, motioning with a crook of his finger for her to come over and do the same.
She hobbled over, a curious expression on her face when she wasn't wincing. Murphy couldn't help the prideful smirk that appeared at her difficulty walking. She pressed her ear against the metal facing Murphy, a hand slapping over her own mouth as she almost laughed out loud.
Connor was singing drunkenly.
"He's actually kind of good." she whispered with a smile before continuing to listen.
When Connor's singing stopped as well as all sounds an awful idea came to her. An evil smirk overtook her features as she waved for Murphy to follow her away from the doorway.
"Is there anything behind the metal on your side, say a table or stove?" she asked, grinning like the Grinch who stole Christmas.
"Nah, nothin'. Why?" Murphy asked, a devious smile playing on his own face, catching on quickly.
"We should fuck with him, scare him." she suggested, giggling.
"Break down tha' barrier?" he asked with an excited grin, hopping up and down slightly.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, getting excited to.
Nodding his head Murphy pulled on his boxers while she slipped into her panties and his shirt.
He knew this would hurt but it would be well worth it to see the look on his brother's face. She stood next to the doorway while Murphy walked to the opposite wall next to her bed.
"Ready?" he asked after cracking his neck.
"Yup." she answered, both of them breaking into a round of quiet laughter before getting back into position.
With one last breath Murphy charged at the doorway full speed, slamming into the sheet metal with his shoulder.
From her stance at the doorway she got a perfect view as Connor shot up out of bed startled, stumbling around trying to get his bearings, a look of absolute alarm on his face as he looked around frantically for the source of the boom.
When his brother's laughter met his ears accompanied by hers relief and then what would later be deemed his bitch face spread over Connor's features. A chorus of curses ensued from the lighter twin as he made his way over to punch Murphy in the arm repeatedly before catching sight of the claw marks on his back. After a few jokes at their expense Connor laid back down. She herself returning back to her bed. She was pleased when Murphy followed, not bothering to close the door.
The door didn't close again, not for months. Not until the three of them had their first fight. The brothers had gotten pissed when she refused to go public with them. She'd slammed the door in their faces to end the argument. She didn't lock it though. Each one of them sneaking in at night to cuddle up to her when she was too diluted with sleep to be pissed at them.
A week later it was resolved. All of McGinty's knew of the MacManus triad and the door was taken off it's hinges. The boys went at it with two screwdrivers, Murphy taking the top hinge, Connor the bottom. They'd hauled the door downstairs to the dumpster, her dowsing it in gasoline and lighting the match.
The doorway had stayed unblocked ever since. Always open.