There was an abrupt knock on the door, then it opened. “Hey, did ye order...? Gotta say, I didn’t think ye had this in ye” came an amused voice. Cillian’s shoulders blocked out the brighter light in the hallway as he strolled in and closed the door. “Oh fuck, yer lips are so swollen and pretty. Were ye sucking cock?” He snorted as he cut a look at Rowen’s dick, shiny with my spit. “Is that what made them so fecking gorgeous?”
I touched my mouth, and before I could say anything, Rowen stormed over and shoved Cillian back toward the door. “Out.”
“He doesn’t have to,” I found myself saying, then slapped a hand over my mouth before I let it drop to my side. “I don’t think I mind. I mean, I probably don’t mind. I can’t think of why I would.” Yeah, if I was never going to see Rowen after this.... My dick twitched and plumped all over again as both men turned to watch me. What did I care if we had an audience of one?
4
ROWEN SHAUGHNESSY
All my lifeI’d come in second best to Cillian. It didn’t matter if it was with his family or men we sniffed after, they worshipped the ground he walked on. I remembered being seven and winning a solo Irish step dance, the first boy in our town to do it, and instead of being proud of me, his parents couldn’t stop gloating about Cillian and the trophy he’d won in football—or soccer, as Americans liked to call it. It’d happened two days before my contest, but that didn’t stop his parents from telling all the other people at the step dance about it.
Cillian this. Cillian that.
It was a never-ending parade of compliments for his accomplishments. I’d grown used to the scraps thrown my way. I was the adopted, middle child after all. Even his younger brother, Eamon, was cherished for being the baby boy. Then there was his sister, Laoise, who’d gotten the world given to her because not only was she the last born, but she was the only girl.
I tried. I fuckingtried, but it was never good enough. Not until Cillian chose to leave Dundalk and refused to talk to his father, did I get any attention. I didn’t know what had happened, but I’d never questioned it. While Cillian might have been the favorite, he was still the closest thing I had to a brother, and when he asked Eamon and me if we wanted to skip town, I went with him.
Now we were here in New York City, working for one of the most powerful mob bosses in the United States of America—Sloan Killough.
I’d only gone to Vail’s lecture because I was interested in what a professor—sorry,doctor—had to say about the Irish mob who’d made their mark on this country. I’d never expected to see a hot-as-hell man at the front of the room, mouth so pouty it took all my effort not to think about him on his knees with my cock in it. Concentrating on his lecture had been hard, and that hadn’t been the only thing that’d been hard, either.
Now we were here, and once again, Cillian had taken it upon himself to try to steal a bloke from me.
I glared. “What the fuck? He’s clearly here with me.”
Cillian smirked, a dimple dipping into his chin. “And he said he doesn’t mind me watching, didn’t he?” He glanced over my shoulder. “Didn’t ye, pretty thing?”
Vail sucked on his bottom lip and nodded. With his sharp chin and square jaw, he might’ve had harsh features if not for thatmouth. He stood so sweetly beside the bed, his cock hanging out from between the zipper of his pants, half hard and on its way to going up again. If that wasn’t the sexiest sight I’d seen, I didn’t know what was. My cock throbbed and jerked under Vail’s hungry gaze as he shifted his attention from my crotch to our faces, pleading with the heat in his stare.
He wanted this.
Both of us.
Fuck.I’d never shared a guy. Cillian and Aspen often shared blokes or birds, taking turns to fuck them into oblivion, but that had never been a thing I’d seen me and Cillian doing. I couldn’t imagine being in the same room as him while he fucked someone... until now.
I slid my stare to him. “I get first go.”
Cillian’s eyes widened for a brief moment before the confident expression returned. He nodded, licking his lips as he glanced at Vail in all his beauty—face flushed, mouth bruised from my cock, and eyes needy.
“Do ye want this?” I asked Vail as I shifted back over to him, blocking the wonderful sight from Cillian’s greedy stare. Cupping Vail’s face, I placed a kiss on his mouth. He tasted like a combination of salty and sweet, the lingering essence of my precum caught on his lips. “Me brother wants to feck ye, too, but I don’t want to force ye into anything ye don’t wanna do.”
“I want this,” he whispered, a little more desperately than I’d expected. His lashes fluttered against his pale cheeks, and he tilted his head back to stare up at me, almost begging. “I’ve always....” He shook his head, as though he’d thought better about what he was about to say. “I would really like you both to fuck me.”
A zinging pleasure shot through me and settled in my balls, and my cock jerked at the thought of what we were about to do to Vail. I was actually going to share him with Cillian. The thought was crazy, but there was also something sexy about it. Up until now I’d seen Cillian’s cock enough to last me the rest of my life, but I wanted to see him take Vail after I’d had my fill. How fucked-up was that? I’d find myself in confession after this, acknowledging my sins to Shay, our local priest.
I kissed Vail hard, and he moaned, leaning up into me. He wrapped his fingers around my cock and tugged on it gently, a reminder I still had my pants on and needed to get rid of all the clothing that stood between us and our naked bodies. Working open the rest of the buttons on his shirt, I kissed him roughly. It was satisfying to rip the flimsy material of his shirt off his shoulders and shove it to the floor.
He moaned, those long blond lashes fluttering again as I slid my hands over his bare chest. He didn’t have big muscles, but his belly was rippled with runner’s abs—small and tight and absolutely delicious. I wanted to trace my tongue over every curve of his body and follow that trail of hair that led from the bottom of his belly button into his pants.
Cillian moved and I caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye. He’d taken a seat in a brown armchair I kept near my bookshelf so I could read. There was no rush in the way he moved and settled in, spreading his legs and rubbing his palm over the obvious bulge in his suit pants.
“What’re ye doing?” I asked, sure I already knew the answer.
“I wanna watch ye,” he purred, brown eyes twinkling. “Fuck him for me. Show me what ye can do, Rowen. I’ll have me turn with that cute arse of his next.”
Vail shuddered, mouth dropping open and gaze heating as he stared from Cillian to me and back again. He wanted this in every way.
The thought of Cillian watching shouldn’t have excited me—in most ways we were family—but my cock throbbed harder than it had ever before, and my balls ached. I wanted him to see me destroy Vail’s hole, make this man who was too beautiful to exist beg for release as I fucked into him.
