Fallon studied my face, and then he stretched up and pressed kisses across my cheek that were cozy and had me leaning down into the caress. When his lips were on my ear, he whispered, “Yes, Master.”
The heat that exploded in my stomach wasn’t about sex—it hit every pleasure button in my body and lit me up from the inside out. It was too much. I shoved myself up and off him, hopped from the bed, and tugged the blankets up his body so he wouldn’t be cold. He tried to grab my hand as I pressed a kiss to the side of his head. I couldn’t stay, though. Whatever was crashing around in me was... strange. I left him there and went to my room to finish packing, and I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking as I tossed clothes into the suitcase. I’d never thought of myself as a Dom. Not ever. Even when I was playing with someone at the club.
But maybe that’s because I’d never had anyone I wanted to keep as a sub. I groaned and laughed as I flopped onto the bed and rolled to my back, narrowly avoiding clonking my noggin on the suitcase.
“Feckin’ Master. Aye, boy, I’ll show ye who owns ye when I get back.” It was a promise to myself, not Fallon. I had no idea what was going on with me.
And then there was Aspen. How was I going to share a room with Aspen and not act like a tool? I closed my eyes, and despite what I’d said to Rowen my chest ached. My boys got to have Aspen, too. How could I have both of them and still be jealous of that? He’d let me jerk him off, but we’d always been close... and what bloke wouldn’t take a hand on his cock?
“Fuck this feckin’ gobshite,” I growled out and got up to pack again. I refused to think about shite that was over with. I had my regrets with Aspen, but he was still in my life, and that would have to be good enough. At least I had him around, and I had Vail who loved me and Fallon who... tolerated me.
The knowledge of how lucky I already was didn’t stop me from shoving my clothes too hard into the suitcase. I wasn’t sure I would survive on the road with Aspen without having at least one embarrassing talk with him. It had been bad enough to do it once and decide we couldn’t make it together.
No, I wouldn’t do that, either.
Strong warm arms slipped around me, and I stilled. When I glanced back at Fallon, he looked scared, and I hated it, so I turned around and cupped his face, kissing him. When I straightened, he smiled.
“You’re going to sleep with us tonight, right?” he asked, staring up at me.
Some of my bad mood vanished. “Aye. Aspen and I were planning to put ye and Vail between us.”
He smiled and kissed me again, and I tried not to think as I dragged him closer and shoved the suitcase off the bed. I knew one way to shut my mind up, and I was pretty sure I could make Fallon scream my name while I did it.
EPILOGUE - PART IV
ROWEN SHAUGHNESSY
The delicious scent of food drifted to my nose and I breathed it in as I flipped the bacon simmering in the pan and cracked a couple of eggs, dumping them beside the meat. It wouldn’t be long before Fallon made his way downstairs, I was sure of it. Vail had already left, choosing to take a run to get rid of excess energy he felt this morning, and as much as I loved him, he was in the kind of mood that had him fiddling from the moment he woke up. A run would do him good.
A yawn from the entranceway to the kitchen had me grinning, and I twisted to look at Fallon. “How are ye feeling?” I asked with a grin. “Because ye look like ye had yer beauty sleep.”
Fallon fluttered his long blond eyelashes at me. “Is that your way of saying I’m pretty, Mr. Shaughnessy?”
“Ye don’t look very pretty when ye ask for the compliment,” I joked, earning an indignant gasp from Fallon.
“I’ll have you know I’malwayspretty. Just ask Aspen and Vail, they agree.” He flicked his hair off his shoulder like he was participating in a beauty contest, and all I could do was roll my eyes. There was no denying Fallon was gorgeous, in ways so very different from Vail. They were two separate men with their own personalities, yet I found myself curious about Fallon, too. Aspen saw something in him, and Cillian had fucked him as well, which said a lot. While Cillian would have fucked anyone with a hole, he wouldn’t risk it with another man in the Company unless there was a good reason.
“Come and eat.” I waved my hand at him and grabbed the spatula, dumping bacon and eggs onto a plate I kept nearby.
“Why?” The suspicion in his voice had me laughing. “You hate cooking for anyone but Vail, said you weren’t appreciated enough.”
“Mayhap I felt like doing something nice for ye.” I glanced over my shoulder and snickered at his narrowed gaze and pursed mouth. He didn’t believe me, and I didn’t blame him. I shrugged. “Aspen asked me to do a wee favor and make sure ye eat while he’s away.”
“Did he?” His voice turned gentle and he sighed, reminding me of a teenager in love. It was hard not to laugh again and shake the spatula in his direction.
“Ye got him wrapped around yer pinkie. He was very worried about leaving ye and Vail to me mercy.” I winked at him and grabbed toast out of the oven, slapping the bread onto the plate next to the rest of the food and passing it to him. “Ye’re a big boy, ye can take care of yerself, but I think ye like being taken care of, am I right?”
He grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “I had alonelychildhood.” He pouted dramatically.
I rolled my eyes, grinning.
He nearly skipped out to the dining table. After I’d plated my food, I followed him and sat down on his right.
“Where’s Vail?” he asked as he shoved eggs into his mouth. There was no finesse in the way Fallon ate when he was hungry, and I appreciated how much he enjoyed my food, even if he didn’t outright say it.
“Gone for a wee run. He was bouncing off the walls this morning.” I chuckled when understanding passed over his face. We’d all seen Vail like that more than once, and sometimes he needed exercise that wasn’t sex. He’d recently gotten in contact with his ADHD coach, Justice, and he’d been around. I didn’t know why I was expecting an older man, but I was surprised that Justice looked even younger than Vail and had a cheeriness about him that made him attractive. Not enough to be distracted from Vail, though.
“You think he’s nervous about Aspen and Cillian going to Miami?” he asked, sliding his fork over the bacon but not stabbing a piece. Concern twisted his brow and he stared at the food, lost in thought.
