Rowen guided Vail along the hall and into the open-plan kitchen and informal dining room and sat him on one of the chairs at the round oak table. Rowen smiled at him, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that usually had people swooning. “I’ll get a wee first aid kit and we can clean yer face up, aye?”
Vail nodded sleepily and gave him a smile. “Yes, thank you.”
Rowen stepped away and headed toward the medical supply cabinet in the ground-floor bathroom that was just off the dining room. After he left, I took the seat beside Vail and leaned back in my chair with crossed arms, eyeing him carefully.
“How old are ye?” I asked. He didn’t look more than thirty at the most.
He gave me that owlish stare again and smiled so sweetly it could give me diabetes, like Fallon already had. And I didn’t want to stab myself with needles. “Thirty-eight.”
“Fuck off.”
He chuckled and the sound was delightful—real—and as cute as the rest of him. “I am. What about you?”
Aspen and Fallon had left and gone upstairs, and I was glad for the time alone with this strange man. Even though the house belonged to me and Rowen, Aspen and Fallon lived here, too, paying rent each month. The arrangement made everything easier, especially getting to the boss’s house when he needed us. “Thirty-two.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. My gaze traveled to his mouth, full and enticing. “Ye ever sucked cock, doc?”
He pressed his lips together in thought before he dragged them into his mouth. “Am I daydreaming again? This is similar to a fantasy I’ve had before. I must have fallen asleep in the car.” He said the last bit to himself. The bruises and scrapes on his left jaw were more prominent in this light, and fury at that Italian bastard swirled in my gut again. I wished I’d stayed there and beat him until he couldn’t walk anymore. Vail hissed, reaching up to touch a cut on his bottom lip. If I had to guess, he’d likely bitten the tender flesh when he took the punch that caused his bruise. “What did you ask again?”
I chuckled and caressed the corner of his mouth, and he froze. He turned his head slightly, and to my shock, he sucked my finger in and moaned in a way I expected a porn star to do—loud and dramatic.
“You asked me if I suck dick,” he murmured, grabbing my wrist and holding my hand there so he could kiss every single one of my fingers. “I like this dream. A lot. Yes, yes I’ve sucked dick. It’s been too long, and I like sucking dick. Can I suck yours?” He swirled his tongue around the tip of my thumb and smiled.
My cock went from limp to hard in a crazy-short amount of time and pressed insistently against my briefs. Need rushed me and heat pooled in my balls as he put on a show with my finger.
“What the feck are ye doin’, Cillian?” Rowen snapped as he came storming out of the bathroom with the first aid kit in his hand—an old white metal box with a red cross on the front he’d carted here all the way from Ireland. It had been blessed by our priest at home. He glared, face as red as his hair. “He’s probably got a concussion, ye wanker. Why the feck are ye trying to bed him already? Ye’ve got no decency. Honestly.”
I yanked my hand away and stood, rearranging my package through my pants. Vail watched with hooded eyes, licking his lips. His gaze was hungry, and he looked like he’d enjoy nothing more than for me to feed him my cock. The image of him on his knees with my cock shoved down his throat had me nearly busting my balls.
Straightening, I stretched out my shoulders and grinned at Rowen, patting him on the back. “Take care of him. By tomorrow night he’ll be in me bed. I’ll keep it warm for him until he comes beggin’ me for it.” I grabbed myself and winked before I sauntered off, straight toward the third floor that only had my bedroom and private bathroom. After that show, I needed to have a good wank to drain my balls.
Fecking tease.
I made a mental note to thank Rowen later for forcing us to go see that lecture—after I’d fucked that pretty professor into my mattress hard enough to leave the indent of my cock in his arse.
3
VAIL
“Hm,that is not how that particular daydream usually ends.” My dick gave a throb and I unhappily ignored it as I pressed my knees together and tried to think about anything except how much I wanted to get off right now. It always felt so good after I orgasmed. For a short while I would be calm and floaty—my mind would settle and things wouldn’t tug on my attention quite so much. The soft joy of the dopamine rush was addictive, and that was also precisely why I couldn’t work at home. I pleasured myself off and on all day long when I didn’t have a compelling reason to keep my hand out of my pants.
Or a vibrator out of my ass.
I went to push up my glasses but they weren’t on my face. I only wore them for reading, normally, and whenever I forgot to take them off afterward, so sometimes all day, but I was almost certain I’d had them on earlier. Frowning around, I didn’t see them on the wooden table in front of me.
An attractive man with a reddish-blond beard I wanted to run my fingers along pulled out a chair and sat beside me. In touching distance. His curious eyes were bright, and I’d thought they were blue, but when the overhead light struck them, it became obvious they were more of a gunmetal gray. My face flushed as it became painfully clear I was awake and in reality. I would never have imagined such a magnificent color. “You’re Rowen.”
“Aye,” he said with a laugh. “We have established that.”
“Just checking.” I glanced around and out past the nearby bar. Sparkling white tiles separated the kitchen floor from the room I was in and spread halfway up the kitchen walls, and they were also a backsplash behind the counters. It was clean and nicer than my apartment by miles. I liked it here. My head felt spacier than usual. The back of my skull ached, and my body was a warzone of bruises and dull pains. When I glanced back at Rowen, he was opening the first aid kit and giving me a look—a very real look. “I suppose I’m awake and made an ass of myself.”
“No, me feckin’ brother’s the one making an arse of himself. Ye’re injured. Ye get special dispensation.” He winked, and a laugh slid up my throat I wasn’t expecting. It took me a second to settle down.
“Oh good,” I gasped out.
Rowen smiled and shook his head. “Cillian’s always too feckin’ much. Are ye holdin’ yer own here?” The noise his chair made as he scooted it closer caused the inside of my brain to twinge in a strange way. The audible assault was awful and chased what he’d said right out of my mind. I thought there’d been a question. I only stared at him, and he tilted his head at me. “Did ye want to be doing all that with him?” he asked softly, searching my face.
“Doing what?” I found myself leaning closer because his eyes were so fun to stare at and made myself sit back in my chair.
“He had his hand on ye. Don’t ye remember?”
