Somehow, they move in perfect tandem, and the words are barely out of his mouth before my tension skyrockets. For a fleeting moment, I’m weightless, untethered from reality, until release crashes through me like lightning. My hips jerk as I yell, the sensations firing through my veins and crashing into every nerve ending.

  Craig shouts a string of curses as he powers into me, his cock throbbing in sync with the waves coursing through my body. “Goddamn,” Iain moans, his voice filled with desperation as he loses control, pushing himself as deep as possible inside me, his blazing release flooding me.

  My orgasm continues to surge throughout my entire being, vibrating in my scalp and curling my toes, but the sensation of them both spending themselves in me reignites my fire, causing my muscles to contract even more tightly. Another loud cry leaves me as we move, shockwaves of bliss rippling with each motion.

  Craig’s final thrust is forceful and calculated, ensuring that every drop of his release is spilled in me. The added pressure allows me to experience the powerful convulsions of Iain’s cock as he empties himself, too.

  The room grows quiet, and Craig withdraws from me with care, leaving behind a void that contrasts with the staggering sense of fullness I just experienced. Iain slides out as well, placing me next to him as Craig circles the bed and lies on my other side.

  They both roll onto their sides, their eyes fixed on me, while I struggle to regain my senses after the overwhelming intimacy of our connection. Iain’s fingertips trace a path down my abdomen, exploring between my thighs until his fingers slip inside me.

  As he plays, his touch is so delicate that every sensation is like silk on my skin. He’s acutely aware of each sharp intake of breath and subtle twitch, being cautious not to overwhelm me.

  His warm, gentle lips explore my breast, sucking and teasing my nipple with a mix of sweet nibbles and playful tugs. After a moment, Craig mirrors his action from the opposite side, showering my chest with their affectionate touches. As Iain’s hand dances around my clit, his brother’s skilled fingers slip inside me, both taking their time.

  The way they both worship my body with such tenderness and affection stirs something within me; the heat of their tongues and mouths on my breasts merge with the slow, purposeful strokes of their fingers on my most intimate spots. None of us say a word as they continue their exploration, my hips rolling and flexing against their touch.

  Both my hands glide down, curling around their hardened members. Their bodies move rhythmically with mine, pushing into my grasp as I stroke them, the three of us building tension in unison once more.

  In a seamless exchange, Iain plunges inside me while Craig’s nimble fingers twirl and caress my throbbing clit. Fluid as the ocean, my hips rise faster, rolling against their touch.

  In just a few days, they became so attuned to my body that they sense how close I am to falling apart, and they increase their pace in perfect harmony.

  I try not to think about how much I’ll miss this… how much I’ll miss these men that helped me reclaim my body and discover the enjoyment it can get under the right hands. The thought of their touch being reduced to a distant memory is too painful to bear; it’s too difficult to consider.

  “Don’t cry,” Craig whispers, his warm breath brushing against my cheeks as he gently kisses away the tears that I didn’t even know were streaming down my face.

  “Stay with us right now,” Iain murmurs, his ardent lips erasing the trails of my sorrow as well. “Focus on our hands on your skin… that’s all that matters.”

  We’re moving as one, their hips rolling against my palms in long, languid strokes, relishing their velvety skin shifting over the steel underneath. Iain’s fingers push into me, recreating the rhythm we shared earlier. My body burns under Craig’s touch, leaving a trail of fiery sensations.

  Their hushed voices enter my ears like a symphony, urging me to remain fixated on their every word. Words that celebrate my journey and the unwavering strength that has always been a part of me, even during moments of doubt. Things that show their adoration and reverence towards me, exactly as I am. They whisper I am sexy, and desired, and incredible.

  Words I’ve never believed.

  Not until now.

  The back of my head pushes into the bed, consumed by the mind-blowing sensations as their voices transform into gentle licks and soft sucks, leaving tiny nibbles on my skin, working together as we surrender.

  Iain is the first to let it claim him, a quiet moan escaping his throat as he pulses in my hand, his heated release spattering across me, blanketing my hip and stomach.

  As his essence washes over me, my lips suck in a loud gasp of air, and my body clenches around his fingers. Craig’s touch guides my rhythm, my hips rolling against both of them.

  Whispers of my name escape Craig as a mere breath as he crumbles, the sensation of his hardness pounding against my palm, a torrent of release showering down my thigh and hip.

  The two of them sway into my fist until every drop has been milked from them, and they keep rubbing me until the waves calm and my body relaxes, melting into the mattress.

  Craig summons a warm towel, cleaning me off before handing it over to Iain and letting him wipe my other side. My eyes shift out the windows, surprised to see that it’s black outside. The entire day has slipped away from me, the hours lost in the arms of these amazing men.

  My head turns from side to side, accepting kisses from them both as they pull the covers over us. “Sleep, princess,” Iain whispers, laying his arm across my stomach. Craig’s arm joins it, both of them holding me, and I fall asleep in a cocoon of safety and adoration.

  Chapter 16

  Regan

  The morning rolls around in nothing more than the blink of an eye, and I wake up warm and compressed, both Iain and Craig still sandwiching me. Their serene expressions never waver as I rouse and stretch, aware of their watchful gaze.

  “Come here.” Craig’s whispered invitation beckons me closer, his embrace firm as he pulls me against him, and his deep kiss carries an unmistakable air of finality.

  “My turn,” Iain asserts, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against him with that now-familiar urgency, his kiss brimming with passion and sorrow, a memory etched in our final moments together.

  Reluctantly, we crawl out of bed, and a sense of unease settles in my stomach as I gather my belongings and stuff them into my small bag. The floor under my feet is icy—unforgiving—a stark contrast to the warmth and comfort of the room I am about to leave behind. Silent, they help me dress and ensure I have everything I need.

  Downstairs, we gather around the doorway that I dread exiting, the sight of my car causing a lead ball to form in my stomach. The morning sun is cheerful as it bounces off the windows, and it’s all so incredibly… ordinary. Only thirty feet away, but it seems like a journey that will take a lifetime.

  A sudden, loud laugh slips from my mouth, and both brothers turn to me in question.

  “I just realized, after everything that happened this weekend… I’m still broke and my car is still out of commission.” My laughter intensifies as I grasp the absurdity of the situation, the sound manic and strained.

  Slightly hysterical.

  They both give a quiet chuckle before Craig says, “We’ve thought about that. Your car is a breeze—all it takes is a wish, and we’ll work our magic to get it running smoothly for you.”

  “Wait,” I say, wrinkling my nose, “you could’ve done that this whole time.”

  They burst into laughter, their infectious happiness bringing a smile to my face despite my deepening sadness. “Well, yes,” Craig admits, his tone somewhat contrite as he scratches his beard, “but when you first got here, you didn’t know what we were. We couldn’t wave our hands and fix your car with magic without you panicking.”

  “You would’ve been scared shitless,” Iain says, a grin spreading across his face.

  “But after you told me?”

  Craig shrugs, unapologetic and not an ounce of shame in his expression. “Would you have left if I offered?”

  “No,” I respond without hesitation, so I shrug too, understanding perfectly.

  “There’s one more thing we have for you.” Iain waves his hand and materializes something small and sparkling. “This is a piece of leprechaun gold. It possesses the power to grant a single wish to whoever holds it. Safeguard it and save its use for a moment of genuine need. Remember, there are rules, so don’t attempt anything extreme, like putting an end to world hunger or wishing for more wishes.” He grins at me, a mischievous spark in his eyes, as if he heard the direction of my thoughts. “But if there ever comes a time you need help, don’t hesitate to use it. Let us be your support, even from a distance.”

  He passes the coin to me, and I am captivated by the way the sunlight dances on its shiny surface. It smells metallic, full of history. “Won’t you get in trouble for giving this to me?”

  “No,” Craig says, waving both hands in front of him. “There’s nothing forbidden about gifting a deserving human a piece of gold, particularly if they find the pot at the end of the rainbow.”

  That statement has lost its shock value, a testament to the absolute madness that filled my weekend.

  My gaze returns to my car, standing alone in that vast, empty lot. “Once I close that door behind me, I won’t be able to come back? This pub will just vanish from my sight?”

  “It’ll look like an abandoned building.” Iain’s shoulders slump, his face etched with a profound sadness.

  “For an entire year, I’ll be unable to lay my eyes on this place?” They nod in unison, their arms coming together to create a protective shield around me, holding me close. It’s like our bodies are magnetically drawn to each other, grabbing and petting, always touching, aware that this is our goodbye.

  Craig forces a rough swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing as we separate. “Let’s get your car functioning, and make the wish a good one… you want it to be reliable for a long time, if you catch my drift.”

  A deep breath fills my lungs before I push out a drawn-out sigh, considering his words. “I wish my car was dependable and running, with no issues, for at least the next five years.” That seems reasonable enough without being too greedy.

  Iain nods, waving his hand in a flourish. Nothing significant happens… no tingle of excitement or shimmering particles in the air, just a mundane stillness. “That was quite anticlimactic,” I say, and their laughter is heavier this time, strained as though they have to force it out.

  “Trust me,” he says, his arms wrapped around me, his words filled with certainty, “it worked like a charm.”

  As his gaze drops to my face, his characteristic playfulness disappears and a sudden seriousness forms in his eyes. He tugs me away from Craig, his grip possessive, wanting me all to himself. His lips meet mine, and in that moment, his usual urgency and aggression melt, replaced by a gentle, unhurried kiss—a kiss that will forever echo in my soul. “I will miss you, princess.”

  “Damn it all, Iain, I’m going to miss you so much,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Thank you for everything.” His lips grow more desperate as they move against mine in another lingering kiss, leaving me breathless. He then closes his eyes and releases me, passing me over to his brother.

  Craig pulls me in, kissing me with careful determination, each touch deliberate and calculated, with the skilled technique and patient manner I’ve grown to adore about him. His hand, broad and warm, settles on my neck, tugging me closer as he bids me farewell in his thorough way. “Don’t forget us, Regan.”

  “I could never forget you, Craig,” I whisper, the sound of my words mingling with the softness of his perfect lips. He sets me free, grabbing my bag from the ground and placing it in my hands, the weight a massive burden.

  My hand rests on the knob as I cast one last peek at them over my shoulder, my heart filled with gratitude for the short but meaningful connection we had. With a final, sorrowful smile, I turn to the door and pull it open, closing my eyes as the bell dings over my head. The moment I step outside, a slight smile spreads across my face as I am greeted by the caress of the sun’s soothing warmth after days of absence.

  The door closes behind me with a soft click, and I spin and take it in. Instead of a cozy little Irish pub, there’s simply an abandoned building, dirty and cobweb-ridden. I wonder if they’re still watching me from inside.

  Could they ever possibly understand the profound impact they’ve had on me?

  Choking back the tears, I make the short walk to my car, feeling the weight of each step until I climb in the driver’s seat. The moment the key is inserted into the ignition, the engine roars to life, running smoother than it has in years.

  It takes a full minute to find the resolve to put the shifter in reverse, my fingers hesitating on the smooth surface before finally making the move. Every turn of the wheels deepens the pit of sadness within me, but there is a whisper of quiet optimism just beyond.

  The building becomes smaller in my rearview mirror as the distance between me and the brothers increases, leaving a small piece of my heart behind.

  Epilogue

  Regan

  One Year, Four Days later

  It’s amazing how much can change in a year. New town, new job, new friendships…

  New life.

  As I recall the day I left Aaron, I barely remember the frail, silenced woman, with no sense of value, that believed she had nothing to offer.

  All of that changed over the course of a weekend.

  Everything changed with them.

  Craig and Iain’s support gave me the strength to rediscover my self-worth, allowing me to embrace and love myself without reservation. Without apology. They showed me the absolute power of being genuine and true to who I am. I owe them so much.

  My confidence.

  My happiness.

  The car door slams shut as I step out, the noise breaking the silence. Ever since the day they granted my wish, it’s ran like a dream, not even the slightest rough crank on a frosty morning.

  The summer sun kisses my skin as I stand in the blistering heat, a pale blue dress whipping around my legs as the wind picks up. The walk is short, and I make it to my destination in a matter of seconds.

  The coin is smooth in my pocket as I rub my hands over it, an action that has become a comfort for me. There were many times I was tempted to use my wish, but I never followed through.

  Time and time again, I’ve realized that there is always a way, even when it seems impossible.

  But today is different; today I’m asking for what truly is impossible. Or, at least, it would be without this. The piece of gold is warm against my lips as I prepare to bid it farewell.

  “I wish…” The coin glows as the words come out of my mouth, and a smile tugs at my cheeks as I continue. “I could spend an uninterrupted weekend with two sexy leprechauns named Craig and Iain at the Pot o’Gold.”

  Specifics matter, I’ve watched enough movies to not make that rookie mistake.

  Right before my eyes, the building in front of me shimmers and ripples like a mirage, morphing into a cozy, traditional Irish pub. Through the window, two towering figures stand motionless, their silhouettes nothing more than shadows.

  Heart pounding, I take a step forward. The familiar bell chimes as I enter, my eyes faltering as they adjust to the dim room.

  “You never got those walls painted, did you guys?” My words are cut off with a grunt as heavy arms swing around me. The moment they engulf me, a smile lights up my face, and I surrender to their loving embrace.

  It’s time for me to get lucky again.

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