I spread my legs and slowly unzipped my jeans. He sat patiently, gaze drawn to my hands as I pulled out my cock. I stroked myself lazily, my foreskin moving with my hand. “Rowen’s gonna fuck ye, firebug, and while he does, ye’re gonna tell me everything ye wrote in those books. Am I clear?”
He licked his bottom lip, fingers curling into the blankets on either side of my thighs. “I don’t—”
“Don’t talk back. Just nod,” I ordered.
His gaze shot to my face and he stared for a long moment, then nodded.
“Rowen, fuck him while he and I talk.”
Rowen hesitated, and when I waved my hand impatiently at him, it kicked him into moving. He yanked down his briefs, his cock jumping from its confines. The red pubic hair had been tidied up more than it was last night, making his meat look longer.
I held back a snort as he went to grab the lube and condoms. I shook my head at him and stroked my forefinger down Vail’s cheekbone. The angles of his face were beautiful, and he didn’t look his age. Anyone would’ve thought he was twenty, not nearly forty.
Rowen jumped onto the bed behind Vail and shifted to his arse. Rowen’s face and chest were as ruddy as his hair, and desire hooded his eyes. He wanted to get inside Vail, and I didn’t blame him a bit.
“What names do ye know?” I asked gently, one hand fondling my balls while the other cupped his cheek, caressing the skin near his mouth.
He shuddered, and I glanced over his shoulder to see Rowen preparing him, using his fingers to spread Vail open. I smirked as I returned my attention to Vail, warmth pooling in the pit of my stomach. The need to have his mouth on me had my hips pumping forward, and he tilted downward, like he wanted to take me inside, but he thought better of it and backed off again.
“Sloan Killough,” he whispered, barely distinguishable around a moan that slipped from his mouth. “He’s the one the police suspect is the boss. He runs an enterprise called the Killough Company.”
Rowen glanced at me over Vail’s back, mouth pursed. His brow crinkled in concern, but I shook my head at him. Now wasn’t the time to worry. First we needed to know what Vail had unearthed about the Company.
“Who else?” I tickled my finger over his temple and across the tip of his nose. His eyes slipped closed and he spread his legs, giving Rowen more room to work. Vail’s moans echoed through the room.
“A few men under him.” He arched his hips higher, and his gaze focused on my cock again when I moved my hand from my balls to the head of my erection, dancing my nails over the slit.
Rowen grabbed one of the foil packets he’d thrown beside Vail and ripped it open, sliding the condom onto his cock before coating it with lube. Vail glanced over his shoulder, but I grabbed his chin, jerking him to look back at me. I curled my fingers around his neck, squeezing just enough that he gasped again. I knew exactly where to put my fingers and had him trembling with desire.
“Names,” I ordered roughly, my voice scratchier than before. “Give them to me.”
“James someone.” He arched up toward me, chewing on his bottom lip, but I wasn’t going to give him the kiss he obviously wanted.
Rowen shifted in closer to him, and I knew the moment he entered Vail because Vail’s eyes widened and he whimpered, pushing back against Rowen, who had grabbed hold of Vail’s hips, rocking forward. Pure bliss passed over Rowen’s face and he thrust until they both groaned.
“Feck, ye’re tight,” Rowen whispered loud enough for me to hear.
“Someone named Corbin and Tadgh.” Vail screwed his eyes shut like he was gathering his thoughts, but he whimpered when Rowen pulled out and shoved in again. “There is a hitman. And people have spoken to me about the Italian mafia. The Five Families of New York City.”
“What was in the notebooks?” I growled out, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock and jerking off in time with Rowen’s thrusts. For a softy, his rocking was hard and fast this time, like a desperate man who hadn’t had sex in years. His face flushed and he slapped Vail’s arse, the sound reverberating around the room.
“Information.” Vail slammed his fist on the bed beside me and cried out in pleasure when Rowen thrust into him at a different angle. “There. Oh my God. There.”
I gripped Vail’s face between my fingers to get his attention and his brown eyes focused on me. “What information? Tell me now.”
He chewed on his bottom lip and leaned forward again, chin tilted toward me. “Locations, possible money-laundering businesses, connections. Anything related to the mob. I had a lot of stuff about the Italians.”
I slapped him across the cheek, hard enough to shock but not damage him, and he gasped. “Who gave ye this information?”
He grasped my thigh and his nails dug into my jeans. Shuddering, he pitched backward to meet Rowen’s thrusts, and they both moaned again. A rosy flush spread across Vail’s cheeks and down his neck and chest and was beautiful.
“Uh....” He licked his swollen mouth and shivered again as he tried to grasp his thoughts. “I got it talking to people around the city. I started with those who live in the low-income areas and worked my way up. I wrote down their names for myself, but I won’t publish them. I can’t afford to. No one would have talked to me if I did.”
Fuck, I should’ve expected that he hadn’t kept the names of informants in his head, considering all I knew of him, but that meant we needed to get those notebooks back. The thief was probably the same person who’d killed the Italian, and I had some ideas about it. Ideas that could wait until later because Vail stared at my cock like it was dessert. He whimpered and sent me a pleading expression, and I smirked.
I grabbed my cock and waved it at him. “Go on.”
He dove forward and took me into his mouth, sucking eagerly. I spread my legs and bent them at the knees, pressing my feet into the bed. Seizing the sides of his head, I took control and shoved up into his mouth. This was my show and I had plans on bruising that pretty throat of his.
