Fallon nodded and didn’t even respond, a sign of how wiped out we all were from the day. It turned out Cillian was correct, and Fallon let out a small moan when he opened a door on our right. I followed them in. The bed was done up in a classy gray comforter big enough I could use it as a camping tent. The mattress was probably not much larger than king-sized, but it was exactly what we needed with all five of us. There was a mountain of pillows at the top and each one seemed to be coaxing me closer to lay my head down.
“I call an edge so I don’t get smacked around,” Fallon said and hobbled as quickly as he could to it.
“I want the middle.” I grinned around at the guys. Cillian shook his head at me but didn’t seem angry.
“Why are we here?” Rowen asked for maybe the thousandth time. No one had ever answered him because everyone had been too busy packing and rushing around.
“Sloan is worried you’re all a hot target after what happened to Vail,” someone familiar said from behind us. I whipped around and there was the man who had been in the living room with Mr. Killough the night I met him—his boyfriend, with the collar and happy eyes.
“You’re Chris,” I said pointing at him.
He smirked. “Close. Conall.”
“Sorry, I’m terrible with names.”
He grinned at me the way people sometimes did when they found me more endearing than annoying and I was glad. I didn’t think I would have been able to handle judgment for being myself, on top of everything else tonight.
“We’re done in.” Cillian strode over to Conall and held out his hand. They shook and it was a strangely formal thing to witness. “Tell Sloan he has our thanks. Our main concern is the Company, same as ever, but it’s good to know the boss is lookin’ out.”
Conall nodded, and I couldn’t pay attention to what they were saying anymore as my eyelids drooped and closed. I forced them open again and found the bathroom connected to the bedroom, pissed, and then I brushed my teeth. Some helpful soul had lovingly arranged my toothbrush on a holder with everyone else’s—I’d never owned such a thing in my life and spent a moment spinning the gadget around. Beyond tired, I stumbled out to the bedroom. I stripped and was between the sinfully soft sheets in no time at all, and I didn’t even care that there was some snickering I thought might be Conall as I snuggled up to Fallon’s soft skin.
Sometime later Aspen tapped my cheek until I opened my eyes. “Thought you wanted the middle?”
I nodded and scooted around. I was intrigued when Aspen took the spot between me and a sleeping Fallon, and he gave me a wink that had my dick tingling even though I was dead tired. Cillian climbed in on my other side and brushed his fingers over my cheek.
“I want ye to suck my cock while ye sleep.” My gut heated, but then disappointment settled over me as he traced a finger around my injured lips and reminded me of the fact they hurt. “Ye can’t.”
“Oh, right.”
He shook his head and turned me on my side with gentle but insistent hands. A dollop of lube in my hole and a quick stretch later and he slid his hard dick into my ass. It was bliss. Being filled had my dick firming and kissing my stomach, and the silky sheets were amazing. Aspen’s heat at my front felt so good. Cillian dragged me back tight to his chest, and I moaned. “There. This is how we’ll spend the night.”
Tiredly I nodded but smiled and leaned back against him as he wrapped me up in his arms. For a while he let out little growly groans and worked himself in and out of my hole, but not hard enough to fuck and have us coming—only tease us both.
Sometime in the middle of the night small moans woke me. They were almost nothing, sexy whispers, but I couldn’t quite imagine what they could be from. When I blinked my eyes open it immediately became clear one of the lamps in the corner of the room had been left on, but it wasn’t very bright. Somehow Fallon was beside me.
Aspen was on Fallon’s other side, propped up on an elbow. He made eye contact with me, then bowed his head and pressed his lips to Fallon’s. I ground myself against Cillian and gasped. They were every bit as amazing as I’d thought they would be together. Fallon initially pushed a hand against Aspen as if he thought maybe he should fight him, in a way he’d never done with me, but then he relaxed back and sighed out a deep, contented sound. Aspen straightened and smirked at me.
“He said you wanted to see us fuck,” Fallon gasped out, and I stared hungrily as Aspen shoved down the blankets. Fallon was hard and naked. Aspen’s broad shoulders and strong chest had me drooling. The hair around Fallon’s dick had grown in a bit and glowed golden, glinting in the low light. The tip of his dick gleamed with precum. His bruises had me wincing, but his hard-on stood at attention, and Aspen stroked Fallon from base to tip a few times until Fallon’s eyelids fluttered and his mouth fell open.
“Only if you both want to do that,” I whispered back, almost afraid this was a dream and if I talked too loudly I would wake myself up. “Please, don’t do it if you don’t want to.”
Fallon bit the corner of his mouth and smiled at Aspen, who gave him a small one back and twisted his hand on him.
Cillian grunted. “What the fuck am I going to do with ye, firebug? Giving everyone naughty ideas.” I groaned as he pulled his hips back and fucked into me hard enough to jolt the whole bed.
“I’m pretty beat-up,” Fallon said and sounded apologetic in a way I’d never heard before as he strained against Aspen’s hand. “Maybe not tonight? My ass is still tender from Vail.”
Aspen groaned and it made my belly sizzle with heat. “I can be careful when I need to be,” he said quietly. Cillian kissed my shoulder and fucked me faster. I could barely breathe through the need to move with him and the beautiful stretch and burn in my hole, but I didn’t want to disturb Fallon and Aspen.
I tried to stop myself. I’d been feeling like maybe my choices were all wrong earlier, especially seeing Lor in the bed at the hospital. What if this sex experiment made things terrible between all of us when they’d been perfectly fine before?
“I....”
Fallon’s expression softened. “I’m good with this,” he said, closing his eyes and moaning as Aspen sped up. “It makes it hotter knowing you want it, Vail, I won’t lie. But it would be good without that.” I didn’t miss the vulnerable tone.
An emotion crossed Aspen’s face, I wasn’t sure what, but he leaned down to kiss Fallon again. I moaned and pushed back against Cillian as I watched Aspen’s hand on Fallon’s dick, then slid my hand down and matched his rhythm with my own palm on my shaft. My body tightened with tension and heat. I wriggled forward, and Cillian didn’t stop fucking me. I swiped my tongue over Fallon’s dick, chasing the taste of his delicious musk, and let out an unhappy groan as my lips ached twice as bad as they had earlier.
“What’s wrong?” Aspen asked.
