And I loved every second. Fallon slid over and pressed a kiss below my ear. “What happened to you?” His eyes were glassy and not quite focused.
I laughed until it turned into a sob, and Rowen shushed me. Fallon moaned out an interested sound as Rowen slid underneath the blankets, his head bobbing as a lump that made its way down my body. Fallon laughed as Rowen ran his tongue along the center of my abdomen, and I gasped as he nuzzled against my groin, kissing the hair around my dick.
And then his mouth was on me.
There was no rushing. He sucked my shaft into his heat, and it was odd. I was normally ready to fuck, often before everyone else was quite there, so it was unusual for my dick to be teased to attention this way. The suction had me rolling my hips. Fallon grumbled and slid something under the blankets toward Rowen. Less than a minute later, Rowen was easing slick fingers into my asshole. My body ached, but what he was doing sent a warm, needy pulse of pleasure into my groin and relaxed the rest of my tense muscles.
He crawled up the bed, and while there was a gentle desire thrumming between us, it didn’t feel like a bonfire so much as the coals used to keep someone warm all night long. I wanted him, and he smiled down at me as he carefully helped to ease my legs up and around his waist. He lightly tapped his slick dick against my hole, and I nodded.
The connection of our bodies as he slid in was satisfying and made me feel claimed and safe. Fallon hummed and smiled, scooting closer to us even though he couldn’t move much as Rowen rocked gently out, then back into my body. Sparks of need caught and blazed as his dick stroked against my prostate, spiking heat in my stomach. Tingles raced along my shaft and I strained toward him.
“Does that feel good?” Fallon asked. “I want you to feel good.” He said a few more things, but they trailed off in a mumble.
“Answer him, angel.” Rowen kept up an easy pace as Fallon reached over to brush his fingers through my hair.
“Yes, it’s the best. It’s home.” I swallowed hard. “I was so worried I wouldn’t be here again. I feel better than good.”
Fallon frowned and blinked but grasped my hand and brought it to his mouth, where he rested his lips on my knuckles. I closed my eyes as Rowen buried his face against my neck and sucked there. The draw of his mouth had me arching to rub my dick against his abs. I held him tight with my free hand and rocked with him, letting him set the pace. It took us a long time to reach the peak of our pleasure, but when we did, it wasn’t with a crazy rush, rather more of a mellow, satisfied finish that wrung me out as I painted his stomach with my cum. I was feeling loved and fragile as Rowen inched slowly from my body until he was free.
“You look so happy coming that way,” Fallon said, and he kissed my hand again. He sounded dreamy, like maybe the doctor had given him more pain meds after I’d left. “I wish someone would fuck me like that.”
Rowen snickered, and I smacked him with the back of my hand, both irritated and happy all at the same time. “It’s really, really good, and if you want that, you should have it. I’d love to do this with you.”
“Snuggle me,” Fallon whispered.
“Hey, I just did all the work. I should get the lovin’. But I suppose, as ye’re injured and all....” Rowen reached over me, clearly intending to shove Fallon, then thought better of it at the last second and patted the top of his head.
“You’ll fuck me?” Fallon asked as I carefully arranged myself closer to his left side.
“Ye gotta get better, ye muppet.” Rowen plastered himself along my back, a warm, protective shield between me and the world, and Fallon tipped his head against my chest.
“It’s a promise,” I whispered into Fallon’s ear, and he hummed as his eyes closed.
“I have ye both,” Rowen said. “Go to sleep.”
“I’m not tired,” I mumbled, closing my eyes. But I was kidding myself, and Rowen said nothing, simply kissed my ear.
10
FALLON
Pain throbbed everywhere.There wasn’t one part of my body that didn’t feel like it was on fire, from pounding behind my eyes, to my shoulders, arms, belly, thighs, and ankles. The Oxy had finally worn off, and the moment I woke up, I wished I’d asked that doctor for more. I didn’t usually like pain meds, but it had been a while since someone totaled me like this. The Knockout Boy got his nickname for a reason.
Groaning, I rolled away from Vail’s warmth and got out of the bed, wincing as I forced myself to stand. My broken arm was in a sling against my body and the skin beneath the plaster was already itchy. I fucking hated casts. A thousand needles prickled my flesh, and a sharp breath escaped me when I turned my bruised chest the wrong way. My ribs hurt the most, spikes of agony shooting through me until it felt hard to breathe.
Fuck. It hurts.
I sucked in air and moved slowly to the adjoining bathroom, taking my time to get to the toilet to piss. While I was handling necessities, I grabbed my insulin kit out of the top drawer to the right of the sink and tested my blood sugar. My numbers were a little high, and my pump was disconnected right now, so I figured it was probably past time for an insulin pen. Bracing for the pain, I grabbed one of the tubes, popped the black plastic top off, and jabbed myself. Everything hurt already anyway, so I barely felt the needle. It was too much to put everything away, so I swept the mess into the drawer and closed it.
Little movements like washing my one free hand were all it took to have me cringing and cursing that fucker Derek under my breath. He’d played dirty, but the boss would’ve done the same thing if he’d been in Derek’s position. Men like them did what they had to in order to win.
“Fallon?” Rowen’s gentle voice came from the bathroom doorway, and I turned slowly, biting down hard on my bottom lip. He frowned in concern and held out his palm, where he had two pills. His pink lips twisted down and to the side as he checked me over. I was naked, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me that way already. “They’re not Oxy, but they’ve got codeine. I can talk to the boss about getting some pills for ye.”
Even though Rowen had always been the nicest out of all the guys, this was the first time he’d shown outright worry. Stepping toward him, I gave him a slight grin. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”
Happily I realized I was using both eyes to look at him and hummed as I took the meds, popped them on my tongue, and turned on the faucet. It took me a second to coordinate water to my mouth with one hand, and then I swallowed with a wince.
“Listen, Cillian and Aspen aren’t home yet, they’re... sorting out an issue we had while ye were out of it.” He stepped in closer to me and touched my shoulder. “Vail got into some trouble with a cop and they’re doing their thing.”
