Cillian slid his hand down over my hip and gave it a squeeze before he yanked me closer to him and attacked my mouth. His tongue slid forcefully between my lips, and I opened for him. I felt him reach across me, and he must have grabbed Rowen’s leg because Rowen let out a confused sound, and then he was tugged tight against my ass. I was hauled flush to Cillian’s body. The slide of my dick across his leg sent a shocking wave of heat to my groin, and I gasped and gripped his arms hard.
I wanted them to fuck me again. It had been amazing to have them take turns with me. I rolled my hips and both men sighed out happily. Rowen buried his face against my neck and moaned.
“Please, yes,” I whispered. He let out another sound that was nearly animalistic as he rubbed his dick against my ass like he wanted to fuck right through the fabric separating us to get to my hole.
There was a distant noise that had me scowling at my closed bedroom door. “Is that knocking? No one knocks here.”
“What do ye mean?” Rowen asked behind me, sleep heavy in his voice.
I shrugged. “Normally when I’m home I just leave the door unlocked.”
Rowen let out a choking sound and his hands went around my waist. His hug nearly hurt. “Are ye out of yer—”
“I’ll go check on it,” Cillian grumbled and got out of the bed. My dick didn’t like losing its warm spot in the world, so I slid my hand down to cup it and sighed unhappily. This all felt so good. “Don’t start the lectures with him. We’ll handle it.”
Rowen rolled me to my back, and I was feeling warm and sleepy when he sucked on my bottom lip. The kiss wasn’t rushed. He lingered and lapped at my mouth and twisted the tip of his tongue around mine. I tugged at his hips, and he let out a happy hum as he moved over and rested his weight on top of me. He smelled good, like the remnants of a bright woodsy cologne I wasn’t familiar with, and he laughed when I buried my nose against his neck to try to get a better whiff of him.
He chuckled. “How are ye doing, angel?”
Hearing him say that nickname again—I was almost certain he’d said it to me at some point already—had my chest feeling light, and I turned to hide a smile against his cheek, but he moved until he could see me again. My face heated as he drew a finger down my jaw and rocked his hips against mine. I dropped my head back and winced at the thump of pain from what I was certain was a large bruise. “I’m confused.”
“Yer head hurts, then?” He must not have missed my pain because he rested his weight on his elbows on the mattress and his fingers went on an expedition through my hair to the back of my head. I was surprised by how gentle he was capable of being. I tickled a finger through his soft, red beard and the corner of his lips twitched up. He felt all around and barely hurt me, letting out a grunt when he found the spot that ached the worst.
“What? No, I mean how did you and Cillian get here?”
Rowen chuckled. “Very carefully, me wee angel.”
“I’m not small.”
“Get back here,” Cillian roared from the direction of the living room, and both Rowen and I flinched and clung together. He dropped his hands from my head and glared at the door, going up on his knees over me and bringing up his fists, as if he was going to launch himself at someone. “You wee shite!”
“Dr. Mifflin! Dr. Mifflin! Are you okay?” Lor’s familiar, excitable voice had me sitting up. What I thought might be the door to my office slammed open. “Dr. Mifflin!” The bedroom door smacked off the wall and I winced as the knob went through the plaster—yet again. I’d repaired that wall a hundred times since I’d moved in and kept meaning to get a door stopper.
Lor stared around the room and ran a hand along the white skunk stripe in the middle of the dark hair on top of his head. His attention landed on Rowen and he slapped his hand across his innocent brown eyes, but even though he shivered and ducked his head, he didn’t run back out of the room. Rowen snorted out a laugh and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling as he let his fists fall to his side.
“Dr. Mifflin! You didn’t show up for class, and I heard someone was jumped near campus who looked a lot like you.” He held up my phone, his hand still firmly over his eyes. “You left this in your office and didn’t come in this morning. I taught your class. Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have come in here if I’d known you were getting... uh... busy. You were busy. Oh my God.” He said that last part practically without a breath and tossed my phone at the bed to use the other hand to help cover his eyes.
Rowen snorted out a deep belly laugh as he caught my phone and passed it to me.
My heart leaped. “What time is it?”
Rowen tapped my phone, and I used it to smack my temple before I opened the screen.
“Fuck, how is it one in the afternoon?”
Cillian stomped behind Lor, grabbed him by the nape of the neck, and dragged him flailing from the room and back down the hallway. “Ye stay out of his bedroom. I don’t care if ye do work for him.”
“I’m a TA. I’m not paid, I’m bribed with credits. Stop fucking shoving, you troll!”
Rowen turned and kissed me, distracting me from the mystery of how it had gotten so late already. But even though I loved the way Rowen’s mouth teased mine, I couldn’t shake the image of poor Lor getting slung around, and anger socked my middle. I leaned back.
“That was rough. I better go check on him.” I crawled around Rowen and off the bed. Once I was steady on my feet, I grabbed the pants I’d worn yesterday from the floor and slipped them on.
When I went out to the living room, Lor was glaring at Cillian, and Cillian was leaning over Lor with his fist cocked at his side and ready to swing. “Ye look fuckin’ familiar. Who the bloody hell are ye?”
From his spot on the couch, legs crossed and his chin on his palm, Lor seemed ready to set Cillian on fire with his mind. He lifted one eyebrow. Lor tapped his fingers against his thigh like he wanted to say something awful to Cillian, and I was surprised he didn’t seem scared of him, so much as pissed off.
“Stop! He wasn’t breaking in. This is my teaching assistant, Lor. Lor, this is Cillian. I’m... involved with him.”
