16
FALLON
“Daddy’s homeand he wants a good spot.” Cillian’s obnoxious attempt to be quiet had me wide-awake. At least the jerk hadn’t turned on any lights in here. There was shuffling on the bed, and I huffed and cracked open my eyes to stare at Vail’s chest. He had a light smattering of golden hair that was soft to the touch and somehow looked so much better than my chest hair did when I let it grow in. There were reasons I waxed mine off. I nuzzled down and rested my cheek against the man-fluff, rubbing it there. I hated hair on myself but loved it on the other guys, I wasn’t sure why. The bed on my left side bounced and someone rested their thick, muscled arm across my back. It wasn’t Aspen, and Rowen wouldn’t have bounced the bed, so that only left Cillian.
“Mm, this is lovely—me bug and me bug’s weea ghrá. Pretty as a picture, aren’t they, Aspen?”
There was a snort from nearby and tingles raced through my stomach. Were they looking at me and Vail? Wondering if we’d fucked? Were they hard over us? I hid my face against Vail’s chest and dug my toes into the bed. “How much of that whiskey did you manage to drink? I wasn’t gone that long.” Aspen let loose a rare chuckle and I absolutely loved it. Cillian must, too, because he hummed happily. “They are. I agree.”
They were talking about me, not just Vail, and I looked fucking good, but there was some random asshole telling me I was hot, and then there were the guys who’d fucked me talking about how much they liked looking. It was different and made my chest light.
“Shut it. The whiskey was some fancy shite from Peru made of black corn and it went down like water,” Cillian said with a laugh, but then there was pressure and warmth on my back as a soft shirt ghosted against my skin. Vail moved under my cheek as he chuckled and let out a sweet moan. He was probably kissing Cillian. Warmth squirmed through my gut. I didn’t hate what was happeningat all. I loved the feel of Cillian’s bulk lightly pressing against me, and Vail’s slim muscles surrounding me. Then someone ran their fingers through my hair, and I sighed happily.
“Please keep doing that,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if it was Rowen or Aspen, but I didn’t care as long as they didn’t stop.
“Daddy’s getting the good kisses,” Cillian said, then let out a snicker.
“You can’t be a Daddy, all my dad ever does is yell,” I grumped, cracking open my eyes. Cillian was leaning over me to devour Vail’s rosy lips again. “And I assume he doesn’t know how to kiss like that.”
“Yikes,” Rowen said from somewhere else in the room, amusement heavy in his voice. “I hope ye don’t know how yer da kisses, or we need to have a serious talk.”
My laughter had Cillian leaning back, but thankfully instead of shooting me a pissed-off look, he slid down and sort of included me in groping Vail by putting one arm more firmly around me. It was nice and had me shivering. Vail murmured something that sounded encouraging, and Cillian dragged his nose along my ear. Despite the fact I wasn’t feeling that great, the tickly sensation coupled with the warmth of his breath had my dick plumping. I moaned, and he chuckled, his breath swirling into my ear as his hand slid down my back and squeezed my ass.
“This Daddy right here does lots of right terrible things, but I’ll make my boys feel good afterward, won’t I?”
“You do?” I asked, and Vail’s arms tightened around me.
“Aye. Ye wanna find out?”
Still groggy with sleep, my brain wasn’t anywhere near prepared for what he was implying. I huffed out a laugh that died and became a whimper as he slid his hand into the back of my boxers and teased at my asshole with his finger. I still wasn’t a hundred percent sure how I felt about what had happened with him and Aspen that one night, but I hadn’t hated it. Cillian pulsed his finger against my hole, and I arched toward him. The physical reminder he’d been in my body had my blood burning hotter in my veins as a shiver raced down my spine and shot directly to my dick.
“I... uh. Fuck,” I murmured, and everyone laughed. The happy sounds had my body buzzing. Everything in the world was perfect. Rowen seemed like he was moving closer, but I hadn’t lifted my head to find him yet. I was glad everyone was here. It was starting to feel like home when all the guys were in a room together—no matter where that room happened to be.
Cillian kissed along my jaw, and I could tell it was him even in the shadows. His lips were harsher than anyone else’s—firmer somehow—and his stubble scraped my skin, and then there was the faint scent of expensive whiskey. My stomach melted and felt fucking gooey and fantastic as I held on tighter to Vail, who let out an amused hum.
“You stay steady over this business about Conall, ye hear?” Cillian nipped my jaw. “Don’t be abuckeejit, just settle in and have a nice time here at the mansion. Do yer duty, and when the time’s right I’ll be back on Sloan to get ye where ye belong. He won’t take much convincin’ if ye do a good job with Conall.”
“Where is it that I belong?” I whispered, my heart twisting.
“Don’t be a wanker,” Cillian murmured. “Ye know where.” He worked his finger against me until he was able to slip the tip in my ass, and I snuggled tighter against Vail.
Then Cillian’s words slammed together and made sense in my mind. I pushed myself up and turned enough that I was able to stare into the dark glitter of his eyes. The shadows in the room cut across his face, but rather than looking dangerous right now, he seemed serious as he eased his hand out of my boxers.
“Tell me where that is,” I demanded.
Vail drew in a sharp breath.
“At home. With us,” Aspen said.
“Aye, we just started to get comfortable, ye’re not going anywhere,” Rowen said, and I was surprised by how angry he sounded. He paced around the room. “Ye don’t need to go off staying somewhere else just because ye need to rest. Ye’re... ye’re ours.” He sat down on the foot of the bed and kicked off his shoes, then flopped down on his back so the top of his head rested on the tangle of my legs with Vail’s. He tipped his head up and smiled at us upside down.
“Well said.” Vail kissed my cheek and the swell of happiness that bounced around in my chest had me turning to bury my face against his chest again. He giggled as my breath landed on his warm skin until I turned my head to rest my cheek over his heart.
“This hurting ye?” Cillian asked quietly.
At first I thought he must be talking to Vail, but when Vail didn’t say anything I glanced back at Cillian again to find him staring at me.
“No, I’m fine.”
