Rowen swatted in our direction, and I laughed.
Cillian pressed a kiss to my cheek before he left me on the bed, and I listened to him get up and close Rowen’s bathroom door. Sighing, I ran a hand over my face. I had no idea what time it was, but I’d slept just long enough to totally screw the possibility that I was going back to bed.Insomnia strikes again.Rowen might call me an angel, but he was precious asleep, his face slack and free of worry. I pulled the blankets around his shoulders and got up to go in search of my bag. I dragged on my briefs and stopped to dig around in the dresser until I had a pair of sweatpants to slip on. Whether Cillian had opinions on it or not, I had to try to finish my book.
Even if it was going to be a chapter or two short now.
15
CILLIAN
The water sloshingdown my back was almost scalding, just how I always liked it after a nice bout of torture, and it burned my skin until I was tender all over. I stayed in the shower longer than I might usually because my mind was fixated on the man sharing Rowen’s bed, and what it meant for us to have him here. No man, or woman, had ever gained enough respect from us to allow them to come to our home and sleep in our beds, but I should’ve known Vail was different the moment I’d beaten that Italian’s face bloody.
I wasn’t the type of man to interfere in other’s affairs, but I’d reacted on an impulse and my mind had told me toprotecthim—a strange, albeit interesting thought I’d never had in my head. Not at this level. Protect my brothers? Bloody hell, yes. Protect the Company? Definitely. Even protect Aspen andmaybeFallon? Sure. But not a stranger with a nice arse. Not a stranger who wrote books about us.
Fuck. I slammed my forehead against the shower tiles hard enough to hurt and cursed Vail. I was loyal to the Killough Company, never fucked up once until he’d come along. This was why relationships weren’t any good. They were dangerous, a game of fire and ice, and someone would get burned.
I tilted back my head and let the water cascade over my face and down the lines and curves of my body. The heat touched every inch of my skin until I was too sensitive and finally turned the knob, cutting off the shower. I shook my head, droplets flinging around me, before I stepped out of the glass cubicle and grabbed a towel from the rack. I wiped myself down and wrapped the fluffy white cloth around my waist. Rolling tension from my shoulders, I yanked open the door to the bathroom and stepped out. Rowen’s bedroom door was open and there was a rumpled spot on the bed where Vail should be, so I ventured into the hallway.
The lights downstairs were on, and I didn’t have to guess who it was burning the midnight hours. Aspen tended to hang out in his room, and Rowen was sleeping dead to the world. Fallon was guarding Reed, his first real assignment since he’d started in the Company. I’d given him instructions, told him to beat the hell out of Reed if he got bored, but his task right now was to chat with the guy, maybe charm some information out of him.
Which left the person downstairs as Vail.
I was tempted to go to my room and settle in for the night, ignore his existence in our home until he got the message and focused his attention on Rowen. But I was already too gone, caught in the trap of his sinfulness. There was no going back on my interest in him.
Taking the steps two at a time, I walked to the sitting room where he’d curled up on the orange leather couch, his legs folded under him. He cocked his head when he saw me, his gaze dropping to my waist where the towel was precariously knotted. A wee tug and it would come loose.
“Hello again,” he whispered, his voice dropping in tone as he licked his lips.
I grinned and shook my head. “Ye’re insatiable.”
“Do you know how many times I masturbate a day? Assuming I don’t have work to do,” he shot back, turning to sit on his knees. He’d swept his hair off his forehead, and even though it’d been brushed back it was a mess. The sweatpants he wore were too big and sat loosely on his hips. “Six times, at least. So yes, I am insatiable. I can’t get enough. Orgasms clear my mind for a while.”
“Really?” Smirking, I made my way over to him and fell onto the couch beside him. The leather squeaked under me and felt cool against my naked back. I loved this couch and had personally bought it because I loved watching Dundalk play, and my favorite of their away-match colors were the orange-and-black uniforms. It gave the team luck to sit on it and cheer for them. Also, it helped that Rowen hated it and I got the pleasure of seeing his disgusted look every time he spied it, even three years later. I threw my feet up on the low coffee table in front of us and leaned back. “I’m not Rowen.”
“What?” He blinked wide eyes at me. “I know.”
I hummed and closed my eyes, enjoying the faint scent of his sweat so close. The smell of sex drifted off him and had my cock perking up, but exhaustion stopped me from acting on it. Hours of torturing Reed had left my muscles sore and he still hadn’t broken. I was more than impressed.
“I’m not romantic,” I continued. “I’m not going to cook ye dinner like he probably did tonight or take ye on sweet dates. That’s not who I am.”
“Who are you, then?” The sound of him shuffling closer had me opening my eyes again, and he swung his leg over my knee, grinding himself against my hip. The gray sweatpants did nothing to hold his hard-on at bay, and neither did whatever underwear he had on underneath. His cock wanted to be free. “Tell me.”
“I’m the one who’ll fuck ye over this couch so rough ye won’t be able to sit down for weeks,” I purred. “I’m the one who’d rather take ye to a sex club so I can display ye for all to see while I open ye with my tongue and eat ye out in public.”
I didn’t miss the way he shivered, eyes darkening.
Leaning in closer, I lowered my voice. “I’m the one who’ll fuck ye until ye lose consciousness. I’m the devil to Rowen’s angel.”
He let out a long, shuddery breath. “Can I have both?”
I grinned and brushed a piece of his dark blond hair off his temple. His nicely sculpted chest heaved and I got trapped watching his tight abs coil and release as he continued his naughty grind against me. Tickling my fingers over his cheek, I said, “Ye can if that’s what ye want. As long as ye know I won’t buy ye flowers or tell ye howbeautifulye look today. I’ll show ye how fucking hot ye look as I shove my cock down yer throat and batter yer hole until ye’re overflowing with my spunk.”
“I want that,” he whispered. His mouth popped open and he sidled up closer, rubbing his hard cock faster against my hip. “I want all of that.”
I fluttered the tips of my fingers over his jaw, tracing the sharp curves of his face. “Tell me what ye think about when ye jerk off, Vail.” His name left my mouth in a seductive whisper, soft and drawn out. “I want to know about every single fantasy ye have, what ye want done to ye.”
“I don’t know where to start. Everything.” He laughed and the sound was startling in the otherwise quiet house. It echoed around the walls like a sweet lullaby. “I like everything. I want it all.” He placed his lips against my neck and I was surprised by his forwardness. Confidence he didn’t have before shined from him like a beacon of light as he pressed desperate kisses over my skin. “Let me suck your nipples.”
“Nipples?” I repeated, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him back so I could look in his face. Seriousness stared back at me and determination entered his eyes as he pursed his rosy lips.
