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Chapter 6

I didn't want to get up. The bed was comfortable and warm. Okay, to be honest, I just didn't want to find out that last night had been a dream. I lifted my arms above my head and stretch, an unfamiliar but not unpleasant ache between my legs. I grinned.

"Definitely not a dream," I said, grabbing Murphy's t-shirt from the foot of the bed. It hit me mid-thigh and was cool against my skin.

I made my way into the kitchen, searching out a cup of coffee I hoped would be waiting for me. Murphy didn't disappoint, dressed only in his jeans, leaning against the counter. He handed me the cup and leaned down to kiss my neck, running his tongue over my skin.

"Damn it, lass. Ye look incredible in me shirt. Good enough ta eat." He nibbled at my ear, proving his point.

I turned and kissed him deeply, exploring every inch of his mouth with my tongue. He growled possessively. "If you didn't have to work, today would turn out very different. But you're late and I need a shower."

His hands tried to persuade me otherwise, but I wasn't going to cost him his job. I locked myself in the bathroom while he got dressed, wrapping myself securely in a towel to say goodbye. He looked at me like he could see right to my soul.

"Have fun t'day…" He touched my face. "And miss me."

I slid my arms around his waist, pressing against him. "I miss you already."

A few kisses later, he was gone. I got dressed and grabbed my purse. I was out the door and down the street, heading towards the MacManus apartment. I let myself in, only because they never bothered to lock the door. They said it was because they didn't have anything to steal. Connor was still asleep, his arm draped over his eyes to shut out the sun, snoring softly. The blanket was twisted around him, one leg uncovered.

I undressed quickly, sliding onto the mattress next to him and pulling the blanket to cover me. I was feeling bold from my tumble in the sheets with Murphy, and Connor just looked too delicious not to take advantage of the situation. I pressed up against his side and traced my fingertips over his stomach. He shifted and slowly opened his eyes.

"Morning, lass." He yawned and rolled to face me. "Cin't say this ain't a pleasin' way ta wake up." His hand had found my bare hip and realization dawned on him. "Take it ye talked to Murph."

He didn't seem mad. In fact, he had this weird smile on his face. "In fact, I did. So why aren't you upset?"

"Seemed only fair ta let 'im win."

"You let him win? Why?"

He moved the blanket to settle himself on top of me. "He got ye for a few hours. I have all day ta make love ta ye."

The sneaky bastard, but I couldn't help but grin as he kissed me. All day naked with Connor seemed the perfect way to spend a Saturday.

He was soft where Connor was rough. He took his time touching me, running his hands over every inch of my body, following the trail with his mouth. He covered my body with his and when he thrust into me, it was heaven.

Morning gave way to afternoon and afternoon into evening before we untangled ourselves from his sheets. He pulled me with him under the showerhead and I was surprised by the warm water that came out.

"The first of us ta get up it the only one ta be warm," he explained, soaping up a washcloth and running it over my back.

He worked his way down, making sure every inch of me was clean. I leaned back against him as he washed my hair. After rinsing, he turned me to face him. I reached for him and found his mouth waiting, hungry and demanding. A thought flitted about in my brain, about how different they were, but it wasn't worth catching. They may have kissed differently and fucked differently… but they loved the same.

"Damn it, lass," he growled as I reached down to grasp him in my hand. "Ye're insatiable."

He leaned against the wall with one hand, the other on my hip. The soapy water kept him slick, but I wanted more. I rinsed him off and lowered myself to my knees. Leaning forward, I flicked the tip of him with my tongue. He gasped and shuddered, cupping the back of my head. He was trembling so I was gentle as I drew him into my mouth. I was never one for giving head, but my boys made me feel adventurous. They made me feel powerful. They made me feel sexy. I used my lips, my tongue, and my teeth to make his knees weak.

After the long day of lovemaking, the sounds I was forcing from him were a mix of pleasure and torture. I brought him to the edge and pushed him over. His orgasm was more than I thought it could be. He collapsed on the ground beside me, arms open for me to crawl into them after I turned the water off. We lay there until the chill in the air took over the heat from the water.

I dried off and got dressed enough get home. Connor seemed torn between falling asleep for days and joining me. "Don't make me spend the night alone."

"Ye'd have me brother." He wasn't be malicious. He was only stating a fact.

"And you know that it's not complete unless you are both with me." I reach over to touch his face, running my thumb against the stubble at his jawline. "Please, Connor. Come with me."

He grabbed his jeans and slid them on, not bothering with anything underneath. A t-shirt and his jacket later, he had his arm around my shoulders. He kissed me deeply, lips soft against mine. "Ne'er could resist the demands of pretty lass."

"Had many of them?"

We were down the steps and into the alleyway before he answered. "A few, but none o' them were anything compared to ye. Ye the kind o' lass…"

I stopped and pulled away from him. "Finish your thought, Connor MacManus." I was angry all of the sudden and I wasn't quite sure I knew why.

He guided me against a brick wall, one arm on either side of my face. "Ye're the type o' lass that I could see in me future… in Murph's. The kind o' lass ta marry and raise babies with. The kind o' lass…" He took a deep breath, suddenly looking very vulnerable. "The kind o' lass… ta fall in love with."

I wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my head into his shoulder. He held me tight, no words necessary. It was true then. I meant something more to them. I wasn't just a way to pass time.

"Room for one more?"

The familiar voice made this moment complete. Connor moved first to open our embrace and make room. Murphy wedged himself between me and the wall, gripping both me and his brother. He was tired and needed a bath, but I wasn't going to be the one to break this spell.

"Táim i ngrá leat," Connor said, raising my chin to look at him.

"I don't understand Irish. What does that mean?" I finally asked. "Murphy said it yesterday, too."

Connor jerked his head up, staring his twin directly in the eye. There was a full unspoken conversation taking place, but it wasn't for me to know. I was so confused. I thought I understood what was going on, but maybe I was wrong. I made motion to pull away, but both boys held onto me tighter.

"Lass… 'tis Gaelic," Connor whispered.

"An' it means that these two Irish lads are in love wit ye," Murphy finished.

I stopped struggling against them. The look they gave me was so open and so pure that it broke something inside of me. They loved me? Was it possible? Feeling them surrounding me was proof that it was.

I kissed Connor first because he was closer. "I love you, Connor."

For Murphy, I had to crane my neck around, my hand pulling him closer to me. Our kiss was deeper, but the love was the same. "And you, Murphy… I love you so damn much."

Connor was wiping me cheeks. I didn't even realize that I was crying. Words of love were whispered in many languages that night as we walked to my place, locking the outside world out.

I was carried into the bedroom by Murphy who dumped me unceremoniously on the bed. He grinned and ducked into the bathroom to clean up while his brother busied himself in the kitchen finding a plate of munchies for us to share. We even left some for Murphy.

The boys started telling me about their childhood home in Ireland, and their Ma who raised them alone after their father took off. They took turns talking, but the story never halted. I drifted to sleep, wrapped around Murphy for a change, my face against his back, my arm possessively around his waist. Connor spooned me from behind, a leg draped over mine. I had my men, and we were in love.

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