“That wasn’t nice. Rowen didn’t ask for him, did he?” Fallon slid up the bed until his head was on a pillow, then shoved the blankets down to his hips. He gave me a cocky smile and put his hands behind his head, but I could tell he wasn’t entirely comfortable. His lips twitched too much for the expression to be natural. His feet wouldn’t stay still. The longer I stared, his expression fell a bit, but that was all right because he licked his lips and his chest stuttered. The real reactions were better than the show he liked to put on—I had him on edge.
“No.” Pacing to the bed, I pulled back the blankets. He was naked underneath. I wasn’t sure why he’d done it, but his pump wasn’t connected. His cock rose as I stared, and he tilted his chin toward me almost as if he was challenging me to a fight. I studied Fallon and appreciated his toned body. He’d always been capable of hurting me. Every time I’d forced him onto his back I’d been waiting for him to punch my lights out.
But he didn’t.
He gave it up to me.
And that was something I’d never had in quite this way. It was intoxicating and completely different from my sweet bug, while still having all the same qualities I craved—a beautiful man choosing to let me wreck his body.
Fallon moved to roll up and sit, but I put a hand on his shoulder and eased him back down. I snagged both of his hands in mine and climbed onto the bed, settling myself down on top of him. The position probably wasn’t that comfortable for him, but he only spread his legs to let me into the cradle of his thighs—exactly where I wanted to be. We stared, and Fallon flexed against my hold—breath catching when I strained and kept his hands in place. This was a familiar dance. He always seemed to be testing to see if I had it in me to keep him down. I honestly wasn’t sure if I did, but that was half the pleasure—the zing of true fear. What would happen if I pushed him too far? Would he break for me, or would he lay me out? Our gazes stayed locked while he systematically shifted his body, and I tensed on top of him, keeping him flat on his back.
As his silent, sexy little rebellion played out—a ritual we both knew would eventually end with my cock in his arsehole—I was struck by the need to see him on his knees on the floor, those big blue eyes blinking up at me. I wanted to do things with Fallon I doubted Vail could ever stand. My bug got light spankings and some edging that didn’t hurt him none, but with someone like Fallon I could do so much more. He had to love pain or he wouldn’t throw himself at other men’s hard fists.
His cock swelled to push firmly against mine, and he let out a small needy sound, then scowled. I wanted to tie him down and really give him something to whine about. Torment him for hours. My world stopped as a confused furrow formed between his brows—as if maybe he was worried for real that I’d do something bad to him.
I used to love it.
But I didn’t so much anymore.
This wasn’t a quick, throwaway fuck.
Letting out a long breath, I bent down and brushed my lips over his. “Listen. And listen good.”
“Okay,” he said and flashed me one of those cocky smiles of his. I stared until it faded and he gave me a much more real, worried nod.
“Ye have Vail and Aspen. I know I’m taking Aspen with me, but if ye let anyone who doesn’t live in this feckin’ house near ye while I’m gone, I’ll chain ye to one of those big tires ye jump and run through at the gym and beat yer arse until ye can’t sit for a month. I’ll have Sloan knock ye down to my maid service and make ye scrub the floorboards at Vinegar Hill with a toothbrush. I’ll have ye lick me boots clean. Ye’ll wear a cock cage until I’m ready to forgive ye, and I warn ye—” I got into his face and hissed. “—I can carry a grudge for years.” I kissed him hard, and he groaned as I bit into his lip, waiting until I was certain it would be puffy and red, then letting go.
He sucked on his bruised lip and nodded fast. A genuine, happy smirk spread across his lips, and I growled, leaning in to bite his throat. He gasped and arched against me, and I sank my teeth into his flesh until I had a round little circle I knew would turn purple. I sucked the spot until he writhed underneath me, whispering curses.
“I am feckin’ serious. If anyone who doesn’t live with us lays one bloody finger on ye, I’ll cut it off and feed it to him. Vail, I know won’t go anywhere else. He’s got all of us.”
“But you’re worriedIwill?” he asked, and while I didn’t want him going around wearing that uneasy expression all the time, I could quite do without his smug smirk.
“Feck off with that. When I get back we’re going to train.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’ll keep up with all the exercises you want me doing.”
Grinning, I nipped at his throat in a different spot, and he tilted his chin so I had no choice except to kiss along his jaw. I ran my tongue against the grain of his five-o’clock shadow, enjoying the prickle. “Not what I mean. I’m going to teach ye how to kneel and be beautiful at me feet. Ye like to be the center of attention, I’ve never met a bigger slut for it. I’m going to truss ye up and make ye a decoration for me pleasure. See how much pain we can convince yer body to take while making ye come. I won’t be holding back anymore.”
His eyes were wide when I straightened up to look in them. “You’ve been holding back?” Fallon whimpered like a puppy and it was the naughtiest, most wonderful sound that had hit my ears today.
“If ye agree to it, I won’t be holding back anything, so take yer time and think about it while I’m in—”
“I want it,” he blurted, and I stared into his huge, dark pupils. His lips trembled before he closed his mouth and pursed his lips, and satisfaction snaked through me as a pink flush stole over his cheeks.
“Yeah?”
He nodded.
A sensation I associated with Vail welled up in my chest, but it was good, and between how great Fallon felt under me and how handsome he was sexed up and ready for my cock, I couldn’t regret it. Maybe this was a good thing. I’d worked hard to keep myself tough enough to do what I did every day with no remorse, but what was it all for if I came home to an empty bed? Life had been so much better since Vail dropped into it. I kissed Fallon, a simple press of my mouth to his, and ground my trapped cock against his hard-on. It probably didn’t feel that great since I was still in my jeans and he was naked, but he eagerly shoved up toward me.
“I’ll miss you,” Fallon whispered, and he nearly sounded scared saying it.
“Why? I’m an arsehole to ye all the time.”
He shrugged and strained against my grip, but I shoved his hands back against the bed, and he squeezed his thighs around my hips instead. “Vail will tell me he loves me all day long, and he does. Aspen says it once in a while. I don’t think you love me,” he rushed on, and my heart hammered fast. I didn’t know what to say to any of that. I barely said the words to Vail. “But I know you don’t waste time on people you don’t care about, and you’ve been spending a lot of it with me.”
My body heated and I had trouble looking him in the eye. “Do what I feckin’ said while I’m gone. Or else.”
