I went to the shared bathroom because it was my favorite out of all of them—less fancy and more like what I’d grown up with. I stripped before stepping into the tub. Hissing at the coldness of the white porcelain under my feet, I closed the shower curtain and turned on the water. It took a few seconds before the hot water began to loosen my muscles. I ducked my head and hummed as the water cascaded down my back and ass.
The shower curtain opened and I smiled without looking, assuming Vail had decided to join me. I was surprised when someone with more defined muscles pressed against my back. I blinked the droplets out of my eyes and glanced over my shoulder.
“Fallon?”
He hummed in answer, but his smile made me feel as warm inside as out. His blond hair was already wet and dark against his cheeks and temples, and curiosity had me looking down at his insulin pump—but it was gone, leaving behind the connection.
“Doesn’t that get wet?” I asked.
He laughed. “That’s what he said.”
I rolled my eyes, which only made him laugh harder.
“Yeah, that’s why I disconnected my pump. I don’t have a waterproof case for it.” He kissed my shoulder and smiled. “And the bandage on my ribs is fine. Dr. Bautista told me I could shower.”
I’d never been curious about how Fallon managed, but the more time I spent with him, the more I wanted to know. It was a scary thought that something as easy as running out of insulin could kill him. I turned in his arms and wrapped him up in mine, bringing him closer until his half-hard dick nudged my thigh. I smirked and glanced down at it.
He shrugged. “I’m a little excited being in the shower with a sexy piece of man.” He touched his hand to my chest and glided it lower until he had his fingers wrapped around my dick, tugging it gently. “Want me to do something about this?”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked gruffly, my voice coming out growlier than usual, but his hand felt amazing on my dick and I wanted to be in one of his holes—I didn’t care which one.
He winked at me and slowly fell to his knees, drawing his hand to the head of my dick before sucking what was left into his mouth. He’d managed to get the most sensitive part, and with his tongue in my slit it was difficult not to thrust my hips forward, but he laughed and moved out of the way so I couldn’t drive my dick deeper into his mouth.
“Easy, mobster. Let’s take it slow.”
I sent him a mock glare. “If you want easy, go find a virgin.” I grabbed a hunk of his long hair and jerked his head back so he was looking up at me, and he moaned. “Put my dick in your mouth, boy, or I’ll force it down your throat until you can’t breathe.”
“Don’t tease me with a good time.” He waggled his eyebrows and leaned in to suck me between his lips again. This time he took me down deep and the head of my dick touched the back of his throat. He stared up at me, almost begging to be treated roughly, and that wasn’t a request I could ignore.
Yanking at his hair harder, I shoved myself deeper inside until I’d pushed farther down his throat. He gagged and grabbed my thigh, fingers digging into my skin, but didn’t tap out like I’d expected. Tears flooded his eyes, but he kept his gaze on me, and what I saw staring back was a shock to the system—trust gleamed in the bright blue irises.
I twined my fingers with the blond strands and pulled his head back farther before I began to move with a gentler pace than I usually would’ve. He opened his mouth and took every inch of me on each thrust, and the sight of my dick disappearing between his pink lips had my balls tightening.
I’d never thought of anyone but Vail as beautiful, but Fallon wasn’t far behind him. He had a softer face than the rest of us and kept his body smooth and hairless, except for on his head. Since he’d been in the hospital, silky blond hair grew on the areas he usually waxed. He was still sexy as fuck, though.
“Look at you,” I murmured, hooking my thumb into the corner of his mouth and pulling. He grunted, choked when I shoved in too far, and closed his eyes. Sexy. “My perfect little whore. What would your brothers say if they saw you on your knees for me? Being my dick slut?”
He groaned and his eyes shot open again. His stare said everything words couldn’t express—he wanted this,neededit, and come hell or high water he’d get it.
“I’m going to come in your throat, boy.” I gave his hair another rough tug, and he whimpered. Heat sliced through me, but it wasn’t from the water against my back. I needed to come and bad. A few more thrusts were all it took, and I stiffened, my orgasm ripping through me and landing in my balls. I pulled back until only the head was on his tongue and slapped it there before spunk exploded out of my slit, jets coating his tongue.
He swallowed.
It took me a moment to realize his hand was on his dick, and with a few more jerks he was coming, too, groaning and curling forward before ropes of cum splattered across the bottom of the tub. He shuddered through his release, and when it was over he looked up at me again, this time with a dopey grin.
“Now that’s what I call explosive.”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed his elbow, helping him stand. While I didn’t say anything as I washed off, Fallon didn’t shut up. It was as though he’d woken up with the idea that the last few weeks hadn’t happened, though I didn’t miss the winces of pain every time he turned a certain way, or the horrible-looking bruises dotted over his chest, a reminder of what he’d been through.
After we were dry, I sent him on his way to his room while I went to mine to get dressed. We met in the hallway again and the grin hadn’t died off his face. He reminded me of an eager puppy, ready to please his new owner.
I shook my head and let him walk beside me, chatting about the day he ran into his cousin by accident in a Midtown deli, and how he hadn’t seen his cousin in years. I didn’t know why it mattered, and sometimes I thought he was as bad as Vail in that regard.
By the time we got down to the kitchen, Rowen had breakfast cooked and packed, ready to go. He puttered around with a mug in his hand, checking the stove and clearly doing his last bit of worrying over the house for the day. The white tiles under his black socks gleamed in the early morning sunlight that spilled through the windows. The same pattern of brilliant tiles went halfway up the walls and created a backsplash behind the gray oak counters. Overall, the house design was simple, but it fit us.
He stared as we entered the open-plan space from the informal dining room. “We have a big day,” he said, eyeing us carefully. “And Sidorov comes to get his cousin tonight. He’s already set a meeting location and time with Sloan, and Jamie’s set up blokes to pick Ilya up from Mount Pleasure, so we need to get to work.”
Fallon blanched, and I didn’t miss him stepping closer to me. I wrapped an arm around him and kissed him on the cheek as Vail came into the kitchen.
