I smirked at him over Fallon’s shoulder. “Done already?”
“Feck ye,” Cillian grumbled, and I laughed.
Fallon glanced at Cillian, and even though his eyes were hooded in pleasure, he grinned. “Are you going to admit I’m hot yet?”
Cillian glared at him before scooting in closer. “Don’t take a look now, but we have a visitor. Vail’s watching us.”
“Then let’s give him a show,” I whispered, grasping Fallon by the hips and rolling onto my back. I brought Fallon with me so he sat in my lap. He gave me a smile as I slid my hand up to his head and untangled the tie from his hair so the blond waves fell around his shoulders. My heart picked up speed. “Ride me.”
Fallon threw his head back and rested his knees on either side of me, grabbing the lube from Cillian, who passed it to him, and then he slicked me up before guiding me to his hole. I slid in without any trouble, and soon I had my feet pressed into the mattress, using it as leverage to fuck up into his entrance. He felt amazing, warm and constricting, perfect for my dick.
I peeked toward the door, which was cracked open, and sure enough Vail was there, watching from beyond the threshold as though he was invisible and we wouldn’t be able to see him. It was cute, but the hunger and need in his eyes was sexy as fuck.
Cillian sidled up closer to me and touched my chest, gliding his palm over my muscles. I didn’t know if he was doing it as a show for Vail or not, but his touch felt good—warm and rough at the same time. His nails scratched over my skin like he wanted to make me bleed but didn’t quite dig in that deep.
Fallon rode me eagerly, bouncing on my dick like the slut he was, head thrown back and neck exposed. I wished I could bite into his skin again, leave those marks I’d promised him.
“Look at our dirty whore,” I growled out when Fallon grabbed his dick, jerking off in time with his desperate fucking. “So needy.”
“He’s a slut for our cocks,” Cillian said, joining in on my fun. He grinned, slapping Fallon’s thigh hard enough for the sound to echo around the room. “I knew he wanted us.”
Fallon groaned and stared down at me, gaze starving. Heneededthis, needed to come. I drove into him harder and faster, and his moans grew louder. The jerking of his hand became erratic, and when he stiffened I knew he was coming. A few more thrusts inside of him and I was, too.
My balls tightened and my gut clenched, the orgasm stealing my breath as it ripped through me until I filled his sweet hole. Fallon’s cum splattered over my chest, stripes of spunk glistening on my abs, and he shuddered and fell forward, but I grabbed him so he didn’t hurt himself.
Cillian chuckled and slapped me on the arm. “Who knew fucking Fallon would be that great? I can see why you’re into him.”
I glanced toward the doorway, but Vail was gone.
“I’m sexy, admit it,” Fallon said in between panting.
Cillian grunted. “Ye ruined it by talking. Get out.”
Fallon opened his mouth to argue, but I patted him on the stomach. “Come on, boy. Let’s shower together.”
The sad frown he gave me broke my heart a little; I wasn’t quite sure how thisboywas supposed to work for the Company. How did he fight in MMA matches? Fuck if I knew, he was as soft as Vail at times. That was the problem with him and Cillian, they were opposites. Cillian hurt people emotionally to toughen them up, while Fallon always seemed to want people to like him. Two sides of one coin—a mobster coin. If Fallon didn’t put up some walls, he’d end up dead, and I couldn’t let that happen. Not on my watch.
“Get your pump and let’s go,” I whispered.
He nodded but didn’t say anything else.
* * *
We didan awkward dance for the next week—Cillian didn’t acknowledge Fallon and pretended as though he didn’t exist. I didn’t miss the hurt looks Fallon gave him, but I couldn’t seem to do a damned thing. Cillian was Cillian. I tried to comfort Fallon as much as I could, even went as far as letting him sleep in my bed a few times. Vail joined one of those nights, cuddled between us like a snuggly bear.
On Thursday night we all had Vail, plugging each of his holes and keeping him busy, and then we slept in Rowen’s bed. But Cillian didn’t say a thing to Fallon the entire time. No demands, no instructions.
Nothing.
By the time Monday rolled around, Fallon was glaring at Cillian, and I didn’t blame him. We were sitting at the round oak table in the informal dining room attached to the kitchen, having one of those rare breakfasts where we all ate together. Rowen was trying to teach Vail how to cook, but something always seemed to distract Vail and he kept walking off, and Rowen inevitably needed to drag him back. The food on the table ranged from burned to perfect, and I knew which ones Vail tried to cook.
Vail winced as he stared down at his slightly burned omelet before raising his sad puppy-dog eyes at us. He wore a brown tweed suit today with a dark blue tie, and his blond hair was brushed off his forehead and patted back with some type of product. It still amazed me how young he looked. “Sorry, guys. I tried.”
Rowen, who sat beside him, caressed his hand. “It’s all right, angel.”
Vail had become more distracted lately and I thought it might be because of all the work he’d been getting. With word of how good a tutor he was getting out, rich families in the Hamptons had been hiring him nonstop. He specialized in history, but he was good with philosophy and literature as well. Sloan appeared proud of him, too, because Vail’s success meant he got his percentage of the fees, which were exorbitant to say the least. Vail was bringing in money for Sloan, and in his own way that made him a Company man, though I wasn’t about to tell him as much.
“Do you think you might need to use your ADHD coach again?” Fallon asked from where he sat on the other side of Vail. We’d never met the guy, but Vail had talked about him once or twice.
