This one is written for my dear Halohunter89 and since today is her birthday I added a few things in here especially for her :) Hope you enjoy it darling and have the best birthday!
All mistakes are mine this chapter wasn't looked over with a second pair of eyes. I apologize if I've missed something.
Adult readers only.
Sugar Rush
It had been six months since Devan first met the MacManus brothers and if you asked her it had been the most invigorating few months of her life. She wouldn't exactly say that they were dating and honestly had no idea what to call what the three of them had. Though it had never been discussed she couldn't imagine them searching for ecstasy anywhere else. The thought alone of some tramp's hands all over their bodies, tarnishing their saintly armor and binding their wings, had her blood boiling. Devan had been asked out a couple of times by one of her co-workers but always declined, her mind immediately going to the twins. Maxine was still oblivious to the relationship, if that's what you could label it, and Devan did her best to keep it that way. The only one who really knew about it was Doc but she had a feeling he wouldn't be gossiping like some school girl with a juicy secret.
For the first couple of months it was just a string of one night stands with both brothers above the bar but as time wore on the brothers sought her out individually. Once she got to know them as two separate people instead of a package deal it intensified the time the three of them spent together. If she was being honest, the first time it was just her and Murphy she almost shied away.
Maxine had taken a trip to visit some relatives and Murphy stopped by Devan's apartment late one evening to check in on her. He'd never tell her it was because he was concerned with her being alone for so long. Devan liked to show the world what a tough and capable woman she was though he could see underneath the hard exterior. Murphy's heart sunk a little as she opened the door and after greeting him her eyes searched for his brother. The pang of jealousy was short lived as she wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her tongue over his bottom lip. He responded by sliding his hand under her shirt, leaving it on her lower back, and kept her pressed up against him.
Murphy kissed her tenderly, his lips conveying more emotion than she thought was possible. They broke apart when he went to entangle a hand in her hair and pulled out a colored pencil that had been lost in her locks. Murphy raised an eyebrow question and she shrugged her shoulders as she motioned to the sketch pad on the table.
"You draw?" Murphy curiously asked as he sat down on the brown striped couch. It was then he realized he didn't know as much about Devan as he thought he did. They had always kept their topics of conversation general but it didn't mean he wasn't interested in knowing more about her. Not wanting to overstep a boundary and dive right into something personal he picked up the large notepad but didn't dare open it unless she agreed. "May I?"
"Sure," Devan nodded, sitting down next to him on the couch. She surprised herself when the answer came so quickly without any fear of rejection. Not even Maxine had seen her sketches, it was a part of herself she liked to keep locked away and protected from the world, but watching Murphy's eyes scan each drawing had her breath catching in her chest. She found herself answering questions he hadn't voiced needing to fill the silence that had fallen over the two of them. "Can't say they are all perfect, I get this image in my head of what I want it to look like and I'll sit here for hours trying to get it exact. Some are just ideas that hit after reading a book or hearing a song while others are ones I want tattooed once I figure out where I want to put them."
The book had a plethora of sketches varying from blooming roses with blood dripping from the thorns to quotes woven through sunbeams. Her talent was beyond what he was expecting and he found himself anxious to turn the page, to learn more. This was more than he could have ever hoped for, he felt as if he was getting a glimpse into her soul, and he cherished every second. It wasn't until he stopped on a particular drawing that a knot formed in her stomach. He took an exceptionally long time with this one drawing taking in every pencil stroke and intricate detail.
Devan wondered if she had offended him somehow as her mind mentally flipped through the pages trying to remember everything she had in there while his face was completely void of emotion. She leaned closer to get a better look at the drawing that had him frozen in time. It was a sketch of a wolf howling with the full moon in the background illuminating its breath. It was one of those that wouldn't leave her alone until the pencil hit the paper. Out of everything that was in the book she was hit with pure shock that he chose this picture to stop on.
"Murphy?" She finally questioned as the silence drug on.
He set the book back on the table, still open to her sketch, as he shifted one leg up on the couch and pulled her into a breathtaking kiss. She was caught off guard but quickly recovered responding to his advances. It was different than the other times they had been together, besides the fact that Connor wasn't present, there was something deeper blooming between the two of them. It was even different from the few moments prior when his lips were so gentle they barely ghosted her skin.
Devan's clothes were taken off slowly, Murphy taking in every inch of her porcelain skin, before he started on his own. There was a flicker of uncertainty swimming behind his eyes as he slid his belt from the loops on his jeans. He hadn't used it on her since the night she placed it around her own neck but he couldn't stop thinking about it. The cool leather sitting in his hand granted him total control and power, but her trust sealed. She was fully aware of the things he could do to her, and she welcomed it all. There was a sense of security behind her actions. Any concern went out the window as she took it from his grasp, secured it around her neck, and handed it back to him. "You can't hurt me. Show me what you want, what you need."
Murphy had never explained to her why that one drawing unleashed something within him and she didn't push for an answer. The next time she saw the twins she thought there might be some tension but nothing was ever brought up about her time alone with Murphy. He did however keep raking his eyes over her neck for any visible marks he might have left and Devan's cheeks flushed at the memory of his lips soothing the assaulted area. Her first time alone with Connor was quite different.
Devan was at the mall, of all places she absolutely hated, in search of a new pair of shoes for work. She finally settled on something comfortable over stylish and was about to head to the cashier when an Irish brogue whispered in her ear making goose bumps breakout across her skin. She turned around not bothering to hide her surprise of running into him. "What're you doing here?"
"Shopping," he replied slowly as moved over to a display table and thumbed through a few t-shirts.
Devan cleared her throat trying to suppress the laughter threatening to escape. "I do suppose orange is the new black but I have to say I'm not sure it's your color." She tilted her head to the side as she read the sign that said they were for women. "Or your size for that matter."
Connor finally took a good look at the shirt in his hand before tossing it back on the table, mumbling. "The theatre is having a Charlie Bronson marathon starting in a half hour." Devan's head fell back in laughter at his childish expression and he turned the question on her. "I mean no disrespect but you don't seem like the kind of lass to spend a perfectly good afternoon in a place like this."
"Like this?" Devan scrunched her head in confusion not following what he was trying to imply.
Connor nodded with a little smirk, "Yeah, somewhere with this many people." He knew her disdain for the majority of the population but if you managed to be apart of the minute group she tolerated, you were set for life. "What are you doing here?"
She held up the box of shoes in her left hand, "Was just about to check out and head home."
There is was again, that hint of sin dancing in his eyes that had her wanting to head to the closest confessional and asked for forgiveness for something she hadn't even done yet. He picked up a few random shirts and held his arm out for her to take. She wasn't sure exactly what he was up to but she'd go wherever he wanted her to. Devan looped her arm through his and let him lead her to the dressing room. He winked at the attendant and told her they had four articles of clothing to try on. The punk-rock teenager absentmindedly handed over a small hanger with the number four on it and pointed down the hall without ever taking her eyes off her phone.
Connor chose the one at the end and opened the door to let Devan walk in first. The room wasn't much bigger than a closet with a mirror on both walls and a bench along the back. Connor hung the tag on the doorknob before stepping in behind Devan and locking the door. She went to ask what they were doing but he already had her pinned up against one of the mirrors, his hand automatically going for the button on her jeans. His lips had left hers in just a few seconds as they trailed down the side of her neck until he found her pulse point and bit down causing her to inhale deeply.
He whispered a few words that she thought might be Gaelic but whatever it was had her soaking her panties. The need to feel every inch of him was too strong and she pushed away enough so that she could strip. Connor undid his pants and let them pool around his ankles, Devan's emerald eyes darkening when she realized he had gone commando. He smirked, stepping back into her space as his breath fanned across her skin. He continued muttering random phrases in different tongues while his hands grabbed her ample ass, lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist and had to bite back a moan when his cock brushed against her entrance.
"Need to keep quiet, lass," he whispered in her ear, once again teasing her entrance. "Want to be able to finish with you before they kick us out."
She nodded quickly and bit into his shoulder to silence her moan as he slid into her.
Devan often wondered if the brothers discussed what they did when they were alone with her but never dwelled on it too long. Instead she found herself fantasizing about the two of them coming home from a hit, sweaty and veins surging with energy. Would they blow off their steam on each other? Would Connor leave marks on his twin claiming his territory? Would Murphy be as gentle with his brother as he was with her? Maybe they would restrain one another with the rope Connor was so keen on always having around. Would Murphy use his skilled tongue to suck his twin off? Maybe Connor would pin him to the wall and bite down on his shoulder hard enough until blood flooded his mouth.
A knock at the front door pulled Devan from her fantasy and realized she had her hand between her legs working herself towards release. She slid her hand from her pants and quickly put lotion on hoping to hide the scent from whoever was knocking. Just before she was about to open the door she heard them talking and waited a second to listen.
"Maybe she's not home. I told you this was another one of your stupid ideas we can't just show up expectin' her to be here."
"Would ya shut it, Murph," Connor replied before there was what sounded like to be a smack to the back of the head followed by some wrestling.
Devan opened the door and saw a brown paper bag sitting on her doormat while the brothers rolled around the hallway like overgrown children. She peered into the bag to see two cans of whipped cream, a jar of hot fudge, and a half gallon of ice cream. Both brothers were still oblivious to her standing there so she loudly cleared her throat. They paused in their wrestling long enough to find where the noise had come from and Connor hit Murphy one more time in the shoulder, "Told ya she'd be home. Do I know our lass or what?"
Murphy made a face as he rose to his feet and tried to right his clothing while Connor didn't seem to mind instead stepping forward to kiss her hello. She pulled away long enough to give Murphy the same greeting before letting them into the apartment. She set the bag on the counter and put the ice cream in the freezer, leaving the whipped cream and fudge in the bag.
"Aren't we going to eat that?" Connor questioned with a little pout.
Devan patted his chest as she passed him on her way to the couch. Her fantasy and seeing them wrestle had put a few ideas in her head. The sound of the zipper on her pants made both brothers whip their heads in her direction.
"Dessert can wait," Murphy told his brother who nodded in agreement.
They stepped closer to her, ready to for a night of unplanned ecstasy, but she put her hand up and shook her head. "I think we should play a little game."
"What kind of game?" Murphy asked, intrigued by the idea.
Connor shifted of his feet as he mumbled, "Murph cheats."
"There is only one rule," Devan started as she slid her jeans over her hips and down her legs. "You do everything I say," she continued as she pulled her shirt over her head, smiling as both bothers eyes were locked onto her body. She unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her panties.
Devan sat down on the couch, resting her feet on the coffee table so she was spread open for them. She massaged her mound over her panties before sliding a hand inside. The once blue orbs of the brothers' eyes were completely lost in a mass of dark desire. They started to take off their clothes and she removed her hand from the heat between her legs.
"Did I tell you to undress?"
They froze and shared a look with one another unsure of what to do or say. She rose from the couch and took one of the cans of whipped cream out of the paper bag before resuming her place in front of them. She squirted the whipped cream on each of her breasts just enough to cover her nipples before putting a dollop on the tip of her finger. She stared at the twins as she suggestively cleaned off her finger with her tongue.
"Strip."
She didn't think she ever saw them move so fast but they both obeyed so they received more of a reward. Devan lifted her hips as she took off her panties and tossed them into the pile of clothes in the middle of the living room. She let her middle finger slid between her folds, caressing herself slowly before circling her clit. She saw Connor start to stroke himself and she pulled her hand away once again this time with her finger covered in her juices.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," she tutted, shaking her head. "I didn't tell you to touch yourself, now did I?"
"Fuckin' Christ, Connor!" Murphy about exploded.
Connor looked as if he was being tortured, casting his brother a side glance, "Lord's name…"
Devan locked eyes with Connor, "Can't handle the view? Need someone to release some tension for you?" He nodded and took a step forward but she simply shook her head. "You can only touch each other." The brothers' only problem with that was they wanted to touch her too, to taste her angelic skin, instead of being on the sidelines. She drew a heart with the whipped cream over her most sensitive area, "Winner of the game gets to lick it off."
Murphy and Connor faced each other and simultaneously began to stroke the other. It wasn't the relief they needed or wanted but they couldn't deny it didn't feel good. Murphy's thumb rolled over the drop of pre-cum at the tip of Connor's shaft and worked it down his length. Connor repeating the motion on Murphy seconds later. They got lost in the feeling and for a moment forgot Devan was even in the room until a small moan escaped her lips as she worked herself towards an orgasm. The once heart shaped outline of whipped cream was smeared and mixed with her saccharine juices.
Rules or not, winning or losing, the brothers had enough and before Devan could tell them to stop Murphy had his face buried between her legs. Connor needing to taste her swept his tongue over her fingers before sucking them in his mouth. Murphy hummed in appreciation of the added sweetness of the whipped cream, making sure to completely devour his dessert. He could feel Devan getting close and added a finger as his tongue flicked her clit. She tightened around his fingers at the same time Connor claimed her lips, swallowing her moans.
Devan laid on the couch, her head in the clouds, until she noticed the brothers getting dressed. She sat up, her eyes flashing between them in confusion. "We're not done!"
Connor came over and licked the whipped cream from her left breast leaving the one on the right for Murphy. "Wanted to see how well you play this game, lass." Murphy used his thumb to wipe the corner of his mouth after her breast was clean and they both started to the door, ready to take care of one another when they got home.
"Wait!" She called after them glancing at the clock on the wall. "Max is going to be home from work soon but we can go back to the loft."
Connor smirked and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "You should know better than to tease a man like that. Want to see how you like it when you don't get to play."
"Murphy?" she questioned as she silently pleaded with him, a small pout forming on her lips.
He almost caved until he thought about the release she would have after waiting all night. "Sorry, lass."
Devan kissed them both goodbye and though she didn't want them to leave she also knew Max would be home soon. Connor poked his head back through the door after they said their goodbyes, "If you survive the night, stop by for breakfast in the morning and bring the hot fudge."
She dressed in her clothes that were piled by the couch and was about to head for a shower when Maxine burst through the door, her eyes wild and chest heaving.
"What's the matter?" Devan immediately asked, fearing the worst.
"They…he…both…" she stuttered unable to form a complete thought.
Her lack of answer only put Devan on edge thinking something horrible had happened. "Spit it out already! Are you alright?"
"I saw them! Here!" Max finally got out a coherent sentence before she nearly floated over to the couch. "And the one winked at me!"
Devan sat and listened to Maxine ramble on about how she had passed the saints in the stairwell. She let out a sigh of relief but she'd never bring herself to tell Max the truth. At first, it was her dirty little secret but now it was so much more than that. Their hearts had been woven together and she dreaded the day that thread would be torn from her chest. Devan pushed that thought to the back of her mind and locked it away because for now she was going to be grateful for the time they had.
Maxine suddenly stopped talking, her eyes narrowing as she pointed to a spot on the wall behind the couch, "Is that whipped cream?"
"Uh, an early birthday present that got a little out of hand," Devan replied, grabbing a tissue out of the box to wipe it off.
Maxine's brow furrowed, "But your birthday isn't until June."
"Like I said, early present…" she padded into the kitchen and opened the freezer hoping to change the subject. "Ice cream?"
Devan's mind went through everything they had already done; the whiskey, belts, rope, pool tables, dressing rooms, chairs, and ice cream with toppings. She shifted in her seat as a heat pooled between her legs just thinking about it. What more could they do to her? She wasn't quite sure but she had no doubt they would figure it out.
After all they were better at showing than telling.