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Chapter 5

We fell into a sort of routine over the next few weeks. I always had company to and from work, and the evenings were filled with the aromas of home-cooked food as I taught Connor how not to burn water. Murphy wasn't kidding that his twin was a terrible cook. I kept the meals simple, but flavorful for which he was grateful. After dinner, they would clean up while I did my reviews, followed by cuddling on the couch. Some nights they went back to their apartment, but most nights they stayed.

I missed them when I slept alone. I knew they liked to drink at night and their apartment was the logical choice after McGinty's. It didn't mean that I had to like it. The apartment felt too big when I wasn't tripping over them. I kept the radio playing but it didn't fill the void.

Friday found me watching the clock as it slowly counted towards the end of the day.

"Dear, time passes faster when you're busy," Aileen suggested.

"I know, but I already swept and dusted. The counters are wiped and I just did the windows yesterday. We aren't due for a shipment until Monday." I dropped onto one of the stools behind the counter. "I'm going out of my mind."

I hadn't kept anything from her as my relationship with the MacManus brothers had blossomed. Things were getting serious. The boys liked to talk in other languages, switching them up often enough that I couldn't follow what they were saying, but I knew enough to get the feel of it. They care about me. I guess I really didn't need to know anything else.

"So what are you doing this weekend?" I asked her to distract myself.

"I took the weekend off to go visit me son. He and his wife are expecting a baby next month. I bought them a bunch of baby clothes." She pulled out a paper bag and started showing off all of the cuteness. "My first grandchild and it's a little girl!"

"What are they naming her?"

She just swelled with pride. "Sorcha Aileen. I'm truly blessed."

I knew she was going to be a wonderful grandmother. She deserved all of the happiness life could give her.

At five o'clock on the dot, I was out the door and into Murphy's waiting arms. While Connor was more reserved in public, Murphy had no issues kissing me hard and thoroughly.

"Missed me much?" I asked through his laughter, but damn it felt good to be with him.

As much as I enjoyed time spent together with the both of them, I treasured the time I had alone with each brother. It's how I got to know them. Otherwise, they continuously finished each other's thoughts. It made it difficult to follow. Like Murphy loved old school horror movies, but Connor preferred comedies. Murphy was the one who could eat an entire pizza by himself. Connor preferred not to waste time on combing his hair. It was the little things that I wanted to know.

Tonight was just me and Murphy. Tomorrow, I would have Connor all to myself and Sunday would be the three of us. I had butterflies in my stomach. Lately, the kisses had become harder, the touches longer, and the air was thick with desire. I was tired of playing the good girl game. I wanted more of them and I was done waiting. Something told me that they felt the same way.

My apartment was clean when we made it through the door. Murphy shrugged. "Didn't want ye ta have ta worry 'bout it."

I smiled and kissed his cheek. He may have been the crazy goofball, but his heart was in the right place. Dinner was burgers and fries, an easy meal to whip up. I didn't agree with baking fries to save on calories. I fried them in lard and coated them in salt when they came out. They were unhealthy, but oh so good! We snuggled on the couch for a bit after we were done eating, but I wanted to grab a shower before bed.

I turned the water on, waiting for it to get hot. I took the bun out of my hair and shook the waves out. If the boys didn't like it so long, I would have cut it by now. I hadn't had it this long since high school. It fell to my shoulder blades and I was contemplating how hard it was going to be to braid it.

I felt a hand sweep the hair off of my shoulder, cool lips pressing against my neck. I turned around and leaned into Murphy. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush with his body. The kiss we shared was gentle, asking rather than taking.

"Con and I talked."

I waited. He didn't like being pushed to talk, considering he talked more than most women I knew, but when it was important, he needed his time. His fingers were playing with the hem of my shirt and occasionally he made contact with skin. He was driving me crazy!

"We both want ta be wit ye… alone… before we are all tagether. If ye aren't opposed, that is."

I mulled that thought over. As much as I wanted both of them, the idea of learning each of them intimately was very appealing. "And if I say yes?"

"Then tomorrow Con cin have ye. Tonight… ye're mine."

The possessiveness in his voice made me shiver. He was so intense when he wanted something. The look in his eyes was dark and purely animalistic, but there was something else there. If I had to guess, it was fear. Not of us, but of the chance that I would say that I didn't want him. Despite them being willing to share, they were still men with egos.

I moved a half step backward and his face fell. My voice caught in my throat. I hated that look on his face. He should never be afraid of me. I reached over to turn the water off and came back to him.

I grabbed the edge of his t-shirt and lifted it up. He lifted his arms to make it easier for me to remove it. I traced the lines of the Virgin Mary tattoo, drifting over his shoulders and down his torso. He reached for me, cupping my face in his hands and looking at me intently.

"Táim i ngrá leat," he whispered shakily.

I didn't know what it meant, other than it meant a lot for him to say it. "Murph…"

The passion that crashed on us in that moment was suffocating. I couldn't get close enough of him and touching him wasn't going to cut it. He literally ripped my shirt from my body. I had a moment of sadness at the loss of my favorite sweater, but it was short lived.

I nipped at his neck and was happily rewarded. He fisted his hands in my hair, holding me still as he kissed his way down my body. He knelt in front of me, resting his face against my stomach. Normally, I was self-conscious about my body but the way he was reverently touching me was too close to the way he prayed for me to worry about anything. Murphy was not the kind of guy to fuck them and leave them, no matter what the rumors were. The look on his face was proof enough of how he felt about me.

He took off one of my ballet flats followed by the other, rubbing the sore part of my arch with his thumb. It felt good and relaxing, but it was like a shock to my lady bits. Every motion he made just increased how badly I wanted him. He unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off of me, leaving me in just my bra and panties. I was so grateful that I had thought to wear a matching set that morning. The black lace trim was enough to set Murphy off. He stood and his jeans joined mine on the floor.

"I thought ta take me time…" he murmured into my mouth as he kissed me finally.

"We have all night," I replied, tugging at his boxers. "Right now, I just want you, Murphy. Just you."

He guided my hands as the boxers disappeared. If I had the brain power to process it, I might have been alarmed with just how large he was when I realized that my fingers didn't quite touch when wrapped around him. I stroked him slowly, enjoying how hard and long he was. He turned his body slightly so that he could run his hand over my thigh while still enjoying what I was doing. I loved how his eyes closed and how he bit his lip when I sped up my pace just slightly.

His grip on my thigh released and I felt his fingers playing with the edge of my panties. He looked at me for permission. I grinned and tightened my grip around him. He sucked air in and gave me an equally evil grin in return. I had no warning as he slid two fingers inside of me, fabric pushed to the side. He stroked me the same pace I gave him, but I was brought the edge a lot faster.

I let go him and wrapped my arms around his neck, his free arm holding me to him as I cried out into his lips. I hadn't felt anything like this… ever. He let me come back to myself, kissing anything he could touch.

"My God…" was the first coherent thought that came to mind. "Mine," I said, digging my nails into his back.

He took my hand and pressed it to his chest, directly about his heart. "Yes, lass. All yers."

I captured his mouth and dragged my nails down to his hips. He shivered against me. Whatever was between us was powerful and I was ready to give myself to it. I felt him unhook my bra and he pulled it off of my shoulders. He licked my collarbone to distract me from the fabric he ripped.

I smacked his arm lightly. "You know, I liked those panties," I said.

"I'll buy ye another pair."

His voice had dropped even lower and he leaned down to grab my ass. I shrieked as he lifted me up easily, wrapping my legs around his waist. I clung to his neck, afraid he would drop me. Instead, I was pressed against the wall, a sudden coolness against the fire that I was feeling.

I locked my eyes on his as he slid into me. I was tight and he was large. It could've been pain, but instead all I felt was him. There was no need to guide him. We both needed it hard and fast. He pounded into me over and over as I screamed in ecstasy. He brought me again, his release not far behind. The sound that tore from his throat kept my orgasm coming, a primal man sound that resonated through me to the core.

He got us to the bed before his legs gave way, collapsing on top of me. He slid out of me and rolled onto his side, pulling me to curl into him. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over us. I watched him as he dozed, relaxed. I couldn't believe that he wanted me, but I was so blessed to have him. Him and Connor.

Connor. Well shit. If sex with him was anything like it was with his brother, I wasn't going to be walking very well the next few days.

Murphy woke a few hours later and we explored each other again, much slower this time. It wasn't sex. He made love to me, savoring every inch of my body. Only after we were both sated did we manage to take the time to grab a shower. I washed his body, massaging his skin with my soapy hands. He, in turn, lathered and rinsed my hair, throwing in a scalp massage without me even asking. It was heaven.

I knew I would sleep deeply that night, wrapped in the warmth of a happy man. There was just one thing that I had to know first.

"So how did you two decide who got me first?"

He chuckled, drowsiness obvious. "The way we always do. Flipped a coin."

Surprisingly, I was okay with that. I snuggled up to him, drifting off into a dream world.