Double the Luck: Irish Menage Romance by Roxanne Riley

Author:Roxanne Riley [Riley, Roxanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Keenan

I’m outside the next morning, yawning my way through my morning tasks and thinking about Delia.

I know she made the right call yesterday, telling us that she wasn’t going to choose between us. But that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. She outright said that she has feelings for me, but I’m supposed to just ignore that?

I don’t think I could do that if I tried. But there really isn’t an option here where everyone wins, and mulling it over in my brain is enough to drive me mad.

Part of me wants to just go with my original plan and win her heart, but I know if I pull any other shit, Rowan might wash his hands of me for good.

And even if I am in love with Delia, I can’t just throw that kind of wrench into my relationship with my brother. He might never forgive me.

The cow I’m milking lets out a low sound of irritation. Apparently in my aggravation, I was a little too rough.

“Sorry, girl,” I murmur, patting her side gently and focusing on the task at hand.

Falling into a rhythm, the troubling thoughts seem to fall by the wayside. Instead, I remember the kiss I shared with Delia in her truck. That kiss had lit me on fire, and I wonder if maybe I could have taken it to the next step if I’d tried to.

I can just picture it. I imagine her crawling across the seat and straddling my lap, her kisses growing more urgent as I grind my denim-clad erection against her.

She’d been wearing a t-shirt that day, and I imagine her peeling it off. In this fantasy, I reach around her back and unhook her bra, exposing those luscious tits at my eye level. She reaches between us and wrestles my cock from my jeans.

The mental image shocks me from my stupor and I shake my head. I finish up with the cow and decide I need a little break. I make my way into the house and lock myself into my bedroom.

My cock throbs, as if remembering Delia’s hands on it and aching for more. Curse my vivid imagination. Or bless it. I flop down on my bed and unbutton my jeans, drawing my erection from my boxers and wrapping my hand around the length of my shaft.

My mind flickers back to the scene I’d been fantasizing about. I help Delia wriggle out of her jeans and panties, so her dripping pussy hovers over my waiting cock.

I tease one of her nipples with my fingers while I trace my tongue over the other and she arches her back, moaning.

“Oh, Keenan,” she breathes, “I want your cock inside me.”

And I’m happy to oblige my lass, reaching between us to position my cock at the entrance to her tight hole. At first I tease her with just the head of my dick, making her whimper and grind against me, desperate for me to pound into her sweet pussy.

“Please, Keenan, please,” she moans helplessly, “I need all of it.

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