“We’re going on a date?” He smiled, light returning to those deep, soul-piercing eyes.
“We are. Ye promised me one, so we’re going. There’s some nice restaurants around Southampton Beach.” I tapped him on the tip of his nose, and he laughed.
“Okay, deal. I’ll race you to the room?” He wriggled out of my arms and took off, moving faster than I could’ve imagined. It was hard to keep up, especially in a suit and fancy dress shoes, and by the time I made it to the bedroom, he was already talking to the other three guys.
They were laughing when I reached them, and Fallon sent me a smug smile.
“Out of shape, Rowen?” he teased.
I flipped him the bird, causing him to laugh. Vail gave me an apologetic smile and kissed me on the lips.
“Sorry,” he whispered, but I shrugged. It wouldn’t be the first time I got a ribbing from them and it wouldn’t be the last.
Vail and I changed while Aspen and Cillian told Fallon about the meeting. I half listened to their conversation, piping up when I had an opinion, but Vail stayed silent until we were both dressed in long-sleeved shirts, sweatpants, and shoes fit for running.
“I wanted to discuss something with you all,” Vail said, when we were ready.
We all focused on him, and I frowned at the nervousness he radiated. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Conall, Mr. Killough’s Conall, was telling me how he enjoys people watching when he gets fucked by Mr. Killough.”
Cillian grunted. “Anyone could tell ye that. He fecking plays for the crowd.”
Fallon rested against the headboard of the bed, kicking his feet out in front of himself. He was still dressed in his boxers and T-shirt, the lazyeejit. Lounging around was the sort of thing he did, though, so I shouldn’t be surprised. Unless he had a fight or was training. Those were the only things that got him to move. “Do you blame him? He’s hot, the boss is hot, they’re fucking boner worthy together.”
Cillian nudged Fallon, getting him right on a bruise and making Fallon wince in pain. “Ye gone to the dark side on us, wee Maher? Ye a bottom queen now?”
Fallon rolled his eyes. “I enjoy dick in my ass. That doesn’t make me a bottom queen. Shut up, Cillian.”
Aspen sat on Fallon’s other side and shook his head at their antics, but by the smooth glance he gave Fallon from the corner of his eye, I suspected he liked getting into Fallon’s arse.
“Anyway, Conall said he might be interested in watching you guys fuck me,” Vail said quickly, earning our rapt attention. A flush spread across his pale cheeks and he wrung his hands together. “He said watching only. He hasn’t approached Mr. Killough about it yet because he wanted to ask me first, but I told him I wanted to ask all ofyou. If even one of you isn’t comfortable with it”—he glanced at me— “I’ll tell him no. Because we either do this together or not at all.”
Silence filled the room. Vail ran his hand over his belly and stared at us carefully, a small, unsure smile on his face.
“I’m in,” Fallon said, surprising me. The grin he gave Vail was deliciously wicked. “I’m happy to perform for our boss and his pet.”
Aspen nodded. “I’m in. I don’t mind an audience.” He raised his eyebrows at Cillian, who snorted at him.
“Aye, I’m in. Ye know I’m in.” Cillian shrugged and cocked his head at me. “What do ye say, Rowen? Ye got the balls?”
“Cillian,” Vail murmured, giving him a pointed finger. “If he doesn’t want to do this, I don’t want him shamed for it. We need to all be comfortable.”
“It’s fine,” I said. I didn’t need to think about it. Sloan wouldneverlet Conall touch anyone, and they wouldn’t join us. In a strange way I liked the idea of showing the boss who Vail belonged to, who protected him. “I’m happy to do it.”
“Really?” Vail moved in closer and pressed his hand to my chest. The shirt he wore was red and thinner than it probably should be for the weather, and his nipples were hard and making the clingy material protrude. It was difficult not to throw him on the bed and suck on the nubs. He wanted to run, and I wanted this to be more than sex, which meant dates and doing couple stuff, even if technically we were more than a couple. A harem? That seemed more correct.
“Really.” I touched my forehead to his. “If ye want this, I want this.”
He chewed on his bottom lip and smiled. “Okay.”
I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and brought him closer. “All right, boys, we’re going to run. Anyone want to come?”
“Fuck that,” Cillian said.
Aspen laughed.
“I’m too sore,” Fallon said.
