Three Irish Brothers_A Reverse Harem Romance by Sienna Blake

Author:Sienna Blake [Blake, Sienna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SB Publishing
Published: 2018-08-25T23:00:00+00:00

Savannah

Killian grabs my arm before I can follow Aiden into the corridor to the bedrooms. He’s frowning.

“Killian?” I ask. “Are you okay with this, really?”

He nods. “That’s not why I stopped you.” He pauses. “I can see how good you’ve been for Aiden. He’s come alive since you’ve been here. If he… If he is the one you really want, I’ll step aside. I can be happy for you.” His voice cracks on the word happy.

My heart fills with so much love. Darling Killian. Always willing to put aside his happiness for the ones he loves. Like he did when he stayed on the farm instead of leaving with his ex. Like he’s doing now.

I slide my hands around his cheeks and smile, tears pricking the backs of my eyes.

“I want you, Killian. You aren’t a consolation prize.”

He lets out a shaky breath, relief filling his warm brown eyes. I lean in and kiss him on the mouth, infusing my kiss with all the growing love I have for him.

When I pull back, his eyes are misty. I sense a part of his wound healing. As does mine.

In the bedroom I slip into the en suite to get ready for bed, my heartbeat climbing steadily. It’s only sleeping, but my senses are already heightened as I pull on my silk nightie, my skin erupting into goosebumps.

I pause at the bedroom door, slightly ajar, when I hear Killian talking.

“I just can’t believe you’re speaking again. I always thought…” There is a pause.

“You thought I was damaged from the accident,” I hear Aiden say.

Killian sighs. “It sounds horrible when you say it out loud.”

“It’s okay, Killian.”

I peer through the crack. The two brothers are standing before each other, like mirror images, in just their pajama pants. If this wasn’t such a tense moment, I’d take a second to appreciate their strong, beautiful bodies.

“All this time, you were choosing not to talk,” Killian says. “Why?”

I hold my breath, waiting for what Aiden will say.

“It was my fault, Killian.” I barely hear Aiden; his voice is so soft.

“What do you mean, it was your fault?”

“If I hadn’t been drinking like a fucking eejit that night, Ma and Da wouldn’t have had to come pick me up and they wouldn’t have been ki—”

“Stop.” Killian clasps his arms around his brother’s shoulders. “Stop right there.”

But Aiden won’t. “It was my fault. I was too cowardly to admit it out loud.”

I see the instant realization crosses Killian’s face. He grabs his brother round the back of the neck, forcing Aiden to look at him. “You didn’t kill them. That idiot drunk driver did. It was not your fault.”

“But if I hadn’t—”

“It. Was. Not. Your. Fault. You hear me? It wasn’t your fault.” Killian keeps repeating these words. Over and over. I can see the war going on in Aiden, playing out across his face, his long-calloused guilt fighting with the strength and conviction of Killian’s words.

Finally Aiden’s shoulders sag and his head falls, accepting absolution from his eldest brother.

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