Page 20 of Reckless Seduction
Now, looking at it in the morning light, I don’t think I’ll survive.
“Don’t worry, love,” Kiernan whispers, drawing my attention to him. He, too, is stroking his pierced cock rhythmically. His eyes devour mine. “You haven’t earned our cocks yet.”
I open my mouth in rebuttal, but I am cut off by his hand grabbing my face and forcing my lips open. The move is aggressive, but his touch is gentle and firm.
A stark contradiction my brain can’t seem to understand.
“Be a good girl and take my cum.”
Moments later, ropes of hot cum shoot out of his cock, landing on my face and in my mouth. I sputter slightly as the salty essence hits my tongue. I’ve never been one to swallow before.
“Take it,” Kiernan orders, his eyes darkening. Every instinct in my body tells me to spit it at him. I shouldn’t want to swallowit, but I do. It is wrong and messed up, but I take it. Every salty bit of it.
“Good girl.” Seamus grins at me from where he is kneeling between my legs. I was so caught up in Kiernan that I didn’t see him come as well.
A knock on the door interrupts my next thought.
“Doctor’s here.” Kiernan slips from the bed, tossing a robe at Seamus and turns to me. “There is a change of clothes in the bathroom. Get yourself cleaned up and come back out here.”
Did I just step into an alternate reality? One moment, they are making me come and smiling down at me, and now they are both wearing somber faces. Fuck this. Scowling at the sudden dismissal, I rush from the bed and into the bathroom, making sure to slam the door behind me as hard as I can.
If that is how they want to play things, then fine. Apparently, I wasn’t too off the mark when I asked if they wanted me to be their sex toys. Well, fuck them. Two—three—can play that game. I don’t care if they just gave me the most blindingly awesome orgasm of my life. It won’t be happening again.
SEVEN
Seamus and Kiernanboth dressed while the doctor unloaded a large case full of medical supplies she brought with her. She is young, with long raven hair and smokey brown eyes. Too young to be a doctor, in my opinion.
“All set here, boys.” She gives them a wide, familiar smile as she aligns the last of her instruments. Seamus gives her a boyish smile, and I can’t understand the sudden squeeze my heart gives at seeing him flirt with her.
Therapy. Therapy. Therapy.
“All right.” Kiernan eyes me for a moment before turning his gaze to the pretty doctor. “Just text Nan when you’re settin’ to be done. She’ll come up and take care of the rest.”
The doctor nods. “Will do. Shouldn’t take long.”
What shouldn’t take long?
I shift my gaze between the three of them, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
“I don’t need a doctor,” I tell them.
“Yes, you do” is the twins’ immediate rebuttal. Together.
“No, I don’t,” I insist. “Did it occur to you to ask me if I wanted to see a doctor?”
“Nope.” Seamus shakes his head in amusement.
“Not at all,” Kiernan follows. “But that’s the thing, Bailey.” His dark gaze settles on mine. I stiffen at the sudden electricity that shoots through me.
Stupid hussy.
Down, girl.
“We don’t need your permission to do anything,” he continues. “You’re not in your daddy’s kingdom anymore, sweetheart. You’re in ours.”
Smug-ass motherfucking?—
“Okay,” the doctor drawls as the two men shrug on suit jackets and leave without another word. Apparently, Kiernan has laid down the law, and that is that.
