“And you weren’t,” I said and slapped the second piece of bread on the first, then placed it on a plate. Sliding the sandwich over to him, I studied his face carefully. He was so young and eager, but he had a lot to learn. Fallon was one of the best when it came to MMA and underground fighting, but he didn’t know enough about mob life to be in the same league as us. Sloan would’ve never allowed him in the meeting between bosses, and if Fallon wasn’t a Maher, I sometimes thought he would’ve been given some small-time job somewhere out of the way by now.
He pouted those full lips at me. “Come on. Vail’s mine, too. I have the right to know if he’s safe.”
“You think we’d let him be in danger?” I clucked my tongue at him like Auntie did when she wasn’t impressed by something. If she made that sound, I always knew to be as good as I could when I was a kid. “Vail’s safe, for now. The boss made an agreement for peace, and when that agreement’s up, we’ll make decisions about Vail.”
“But—”
I gave him a sharp look.
Pressing his lips together, he sighed and grabbed his sandwich. His cheeks bulged out when he took a large bite on purpose to be a jokester, and he chewed. I watched him, unable to look away. He stared back, and it became a strange moment in time of us observing each other. When he swallowed, my gaze dipped to his throat as his Adam’s apple bobbed, and I licked my lips.
“I knew a mute guy once,” he said.
My gaze shot back to his face and I raised my eyebrows curiously.
“Well, he was Padraig’s friend, so I wouldn’t really say I knew him.” Fallon laughed and ran a hand through his thick blond locks. “Fully mute. Not like you, he isn’t just quiet. He actually couldn’t... you know. Talk.” He shook his head and leaned back before he must’ve remembered he was on a stool and there was nothing to support him. He nearly went headfirst to the floor, and if I hadn’t shot around to his side of the island to grab his arm, it would’ve happened. A flush spread over his cheeks and he laughed again. “Fuck, that was close.”
I spun him around until his back was to the island and he was facing me with wide eyes, then shoved him farther until he was half leaning over the counter. He dropped his sandwich and somehow it managed to hit the plate. Crowding against him, I growled in frustration. “Why do you speak so much?”
His eyes lit up and a smile played across that curvy mouth of his. “Someone’s gotta. You don’t talk enough.”
My attention dropped to his lips and the way his tongue slid out across them, wetting them, and I couldn’t resist. I slammed my mouth against his, drawing him into a vicious kiss while I grabbed his knees, yanking them open so I could slide in between his thighs. He tasted delicious and smelled just as good, like something fresh and tantalizing I wanted to devour and consume.
Fallon groaned, humping his hips forward and rubbing his trapped dick against mine. He cupped my face, dragged me in closer, and shoved his tongue into my mouth. Even though he was as pretty as Vail, the differences were obvious. Vail waited for us to lead, like a puppy on a leash, but Fallon wanted to fight. He demanded to be dominated, and that set my blood on fire as much as when I was with Vail.
To say I appreciated their differences was an understatement.
I gripped his thighs tighter, wishing he was naked so I could scratch his pale skin, and kissed him harder. Rocking my hips, I slammed my hardening dick against his, and he groaned louder, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. We couldn’t get any closer, but we tried. Hunger nipped at me and twisted inside my gut, and the blood rushing south nearly made me dizzy. It hadn’t been like this before, when Vail was around, but he’d given his blessing, and I wanted Fallon.Fuck, I wanted him bad.
He knocked at the Mets cap on my head and it fell down my back and to the floor, giving him access to drag his fingernails through my short hair and across my scalp. Our kisses grew hungrier and I shoved my tongue between his lips, fucking into his mouth like it was my dick in his ass until we were out of breath and had no choice but to take a break. I leaned my forehead against his and stared into the paleness of his blue eyes, tracing my tongue over my lips to chase the taste of him there.
“Fuck, you can kiss.” Fallon laughed, and we were still chest to chest, so I could feel the vibrations through my body. “You don’t need to talk if you keep kissing me like that.”
I rolled my eyes, but that only made him laugh harder.
If Cillian saw us now, he would ask what the hell was wrong with me. He’d never been a big fan of Fallon, but I hadn’t missed the way Cillian’s gaze went to Fallon’s ass since Vail came into our lives. It was almost as though he was tempted, but Cillian would never admit it. He was as stubborn as a fucking bull.
The sound of something rustling to the side of the kitchen had me turning to look, only to sigh when I saw Miss Muffins, Auntie’s ginger cat with her stubby tail. She sat on her ass near the back door in the mudroom, dragging what appeared to be a piece of string through the cat door.
“What are you doing?” I grumbled, stepping away from Fallon and ignoring his groan of disappointment. I strode across the black kitchen tiles to the cat and crouched in front of her, scratching her ear as I took the string from her and yanked it through the rest of the way into the house. She purred, rubbing up against my knee and swinging her tiny tail.
“Did I really get cockblocked by a cat?” Fallon jumped to his feet and rearranged his dick as he walked toward us. He winked, crouching beside me. “At least it’s a cute cat.”
I snorted. “Meet Miss Muffins.”
Fallon tilted his head and with his curious eyes, he reminded me a lot of the cat—they could’ve been twins. Laughing, I shook my head, and it earned me a wide-eyed glance from him.
“What’s funny?” He flashed me a smile as he reached out to run his hand down the cat’s back. She curved her spine and purred louder, leaning into his touch.
“Nothing.” I waved my hand at her. “You just look like her.”
He blinked, obviously surprised. “Are you calling me a pussy?”
“I sure hope not.” Auntie’s voice surprised me, and I stood quickly, twisting around to look at the kitchen door. Her hands were full of paper grocery bags, and I rushed over to help, placing them on the island. She patted me on the cheek. “Good boy.”
When she turned to Fallon, she narrowed her eyes curiously—I hadn’t told her what... we were. She only knew Vail was mine and had no idea there was more to it. I didn’t think she would understand, but she wasn’t stupid, either. I hadn’t missed the knowing look in her eyes.
She pointed at Fallon. “You. Don’t waste food. Eat.”
