“Oh, you won’t let me do anything much with them here, will you?” I murmured.
Fallon startled. “What?” he asked with a laugh. “You can do anything you want with me.” He flashed me a perfect white smile. “I’m willing to provide anything you’re lacking.” His smarmy wink was over the top, even compared to his usual outrageous flirting.
“I don’t think so. You seem to have an image to uphold.”
Fallon huffed out a small laugh and bent his head, slanting his lips over mine again and drawing me close. The soft skin of his firm pecs brushed my front, and I skated my fingers up his chest to play with his peaked nipples. Moaning, I took a step back, and he followed like we were dancing before I put my hands on his smooth, hairless chest. I petted my fingertips along the silky skin. The backs of my knees hit the bed and I fell on my ass with a startled “oof.”
He grinned and stepped away to unhook his insulin pump. I’d watched him load it once, curious as to how such a small box kept him alive, and I had a deep respect for that little bit of plastic and machinery. He turned his back to me so I couldn’t stare while he finished detaching the tubing, almost as if he was shy about it, and that small vulnerability plucked at a string in my heart.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind seeing you do that,” I said quietly, but he didn’t answer me and his shoulders hunched as he finished whatever he was doing. Cillian went over to Aspen, who tipped his head toward him, and they began to have a short discussion that, again, I wasn’t included in.
Glancing at Rowen, who had settled into an armchair near the bookcase, I shivered under his intense gaze. Like Fallon, his eyes were light, gunmetal gray rather than blue, but that was the beginning and end of their similarities. I couldn’t work out the expression on his face and held my breath. I’d become much more invested in having Rowen happy with me lately and tried to do things like remember to lock doors and actually glance up from my books before I tried to cross the street. I liked knowing he had his focus squarely on me, which again had guilt sinking its fangs into my chest. I didn’t want him with anyone else, and he hadn’t exactly seemed inclined to touch Cillian—though they were practically brothers. Would things change with everyone else here?
My stomach clenched. I wasn’t sure I wanted anything to truly be different. For once in my life, I was beginning to be happy, even though I’d been forced to abandon working on my latest book, and as a result my standing at the university was on the downslide. Dr. Atmeyer was on a one-man crusade to get me to pick my work back up, and nothing I said put him off. He’d even started telling other faculty members I was working on the book again. Shaking my head, I shoved that thought to the back of my mind because I had no idea how to deal with it.
Fallon walked over to Rowen’s dresser and set down the insulin pump, and Aspen came to lounge on the end of the bed, making himself comfortable. He shoved back the bill on his Mets cap, then seemed to make a decision and took it off to send it sailing at Cillian, who caught it and laid it on the dresser. I licked my lips, and Aspen smirked, but Rowen’s heavy attention still weighed on me and had me sucking in a deep breath.
“I don’t want to do this if it will ruin what we already have,” I murmured softly. Everyone in the room stilled, then shared glances with one another.
Cillian stomped over and grabbed my hand. His skin seemed too hot as he hauled me to my feet. With enough strength to make me feel like he could probably break me in half if he tried, he turned me so his back was to the bed. I half expected him to pull me down onto the blankets with him, but he didn’t. He tilted my head up with a finger under my chin and stared into my eyes. The moment drew out between us. Nervous flutters danced in the back of my throat. My blood rushed too fast and my head swam.
“It’s what ye want. I’m a man who loves to fuck,” he said bluntly. “But ye take me, and I’m done, fecking wrung out after two or three times, and ye’re still ready for more. I’ve seen Rowen force ye to empty yer nuts four times in a row, and then ye come after my cock.” He grasped my hips so hard they almost hurt, and for a second humiliation washed through me, and he made an unhappy sound. “Feck, firebug, don’t pull that face. Ye’re all man. Be proud of it. But I’m fine with ye fuckin’ Rowen, and Fallon, too.” His voice softened a bit. “I’m always happy to share with Aspen. It doesn’t go further than us, aye? If the four of us aren’t good enough, no one will be. And besides that, ye haven’t tried out all my toys yet.” He swallowed so hard I could hear his throat clicking and glanced away.
“I’m not ashamed to admit ye’ve had me fuckin’ till my dick’s sore,” Rowen said with a snort. “Cillian’s right. I want ye in my arms every night, or near enough, but yeah, the help won’t be a bad thing.” He ran his hand down his stomach and spread his legs to give the bulge there a squeeze. “I’m not worried about being replaced. Maybe I was a wee bit when we first discussed ye adding Fallon and Aspen... but I know ye better now.”
Cillian chuckled in my ear and gave me a hug. Fallon, who had been standing indecisively nearby, closed in on me again as I turned and reached out for him. When he smashed against my front, he kissed me until my lips ached, driving my head back against Cillian’s shoulder. I didn’t want him to stop. He nibbled and bit at my bottom lip, and hands I didn’t think were his, and couldn’t have been Cillian’s, worked at my fly. The zipper was loud as my jeans were opened, then dragged down my legs. My underwear went next. It was a shock when Fallon pressed his bare skin to all of mine. Someone else must have finished undressing him, too. I’d been too preoccupied to notice. It was decadent, standing naked in a room with so many other people. Electricity raced along my skin and I moaned.
Cillian laughed, and I gasped when Fallon pushed me roughly back against him.
“Hold on, bug.”
“What? Why? Oh!”
Cillian grasped me under my thighs, and as he lifted, Fallon moved in and murmured a thank-you to someone. The position made me vulnerable. I couldn’t move much, cradled against Cillian’s chest like a fuck toy. It was oddly comfortable. Cillian’s heartbeat pulsed against my back because he held me so tight I could feel it—or at least, I imagined I could. Then Fallon’s slick fingers were at my hole. Had someone given him lube?
“This is a little fast,” I whispered against Fallon’s lips.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
Somewhere in the room music started up, nothing intrusive. A drowsy beat with a familiar melody tumbled around underneath the rustling noises of the others doing... who knew what. I couldn’t focus on anything but my current situation.
“No, just an observation. I love it,” I murmured.
Fallon hummed, and the familiar comfort of Cillian’s arms around me and his scent in my nose squashed the remainder of my nerves. It felt good as Fallon fingered me. We played a game where he would tease me, and then when he finally slipped his finger inside, I would squeeze around it. The back-and-forth was mindless and had my dick straining and dribbling precum. Fallon whimpered every time I intentionally clamped my body around his digit.
He rubbed a hand along one of my spread thighs and nibbled at my lips, and I was surprised when someone squeezed my dick and slicked lube onto it because I could feel both of Fallon’s hands. The pleasure tightened my muscles and I tried to curl up to get more of that fantastic touch, but nothing I did made the owner of that wonderful hand speed his strokes. I whined and clenched on Fallon’s fingers—when did he get the second one in?—without meaning to do it. Fallon backed off enough for Aspen, who still teased me softly, to suck at my bottom lip. The smile he gave me when he ended the kiss curled my toes.
“I’m not going to fucking last this time. Want it too bad,” Fallon ducked closer to murmur in my ear. He licked his tongue into my mouth. Aspen let go of me, and I flexed to try to rub my dick against Fallon, but Cillian held me tight and didn’t allow it.
“None of that. Ye’ll have to let us take care of ye,” Cillian said sternly.
I loved it when he talked like that—at least, in the bedroom. Of all the men in my life, he was the one most likely to actually make me angry because he always thought he was right. I chuckled a little. He oftenwasright so that didn’t help matters.
I hadn’t gotten a good up-close look at Fallon’s dick yet, and I was excited to feel how he’d be different from Cillian and Rowen. Sometimes it seemed like I was making up for all the lost years I’d spent worrying about what men might think about the way I acted and burying myself in my research.
Instead of forcing Fallon to bend his knees to get into position, Cillian hefted me higher, and I moaned and slid my hands up and around behind his neck, enjoying the prickle there, where his short hair brushed my fingertips. I played with his hairline, and he shivered, giving me a reaction I craved. It meant something to get to Cillian in a way it really didn’t with Rowen, because it always seemed like Cillian was trying to be standoffish. I was starting to enjoy making his façade crack.
“That’s it, firebug,” he whispered in my ear, and I trembled at the melody of his accent. He spread my legs wider, and Fallon moaned out a deep, guttural sound that reminded me of a wild animal. I could feel Cillian’s straining muscles at my back, and I glanced down. Rowen handed Fallon a condom in a gold wrapper. Fallon grinned like he’d won the lottery, and Rowen rolled his eyes, but I fixated on that wrapper.
