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ASPEN KAVANAGH
“We miss you.”Fallon nudged Vail away from the camera and took up the frame with his handsome face, grinning like a loon as he tilted his chin to give me a good look at the hairs in his nose. Vail pulled him back, and they struggled for a moment before Vail obviously gave up and huffed.
I grunted out a laugh and fell back to lounge on the couch in Sloan’s Miami mansion. Everything about this place screamed luxury, even more so than his home in the Hamptons. The family room was decorated in blue and white, with a cliché nautical theme, but I wasn’t brave enough to say that to anyone in this house, not if there was a chance the criticism would get back to Sloan. Besides, I didn’t hate the nod to oceanside living; on the contrary, it reminded me of Touch of the Islands, my auntie Lisa’s Victorian bed-and-breakfast. The white leather couch wasn’t the most comfortable, but I would bet my ass it was worth a mini fortune. The painting hanging on the navy wall in front of me was of a boat in choppy waters and a stick figure held out their arm as though trying to catch a wave.
Focusing back on the phone, I smiled at Fallon. His wavy shoulder-length blond hair swung around his face. Sometime after I’d left, he’d trimmed his stubble, so it was sexy with clean, sharp lines. “Hello, boy. Are you driving Vail and Rowen insane?”
“They can’t get enough of me.” He snickered, poking the tip of his tongue between his front teeth. “Vail won’t let me rest. With two less dicks around here, I gotta do the extra work. It’s not really fair. Maybe I want to get fucked.” He winked at me.
“I’m not that bad,” Vail said from somewhere behind Fallon, and the outraged amusement in his tone had me snorting. The sweetness between the two of them warmed my heart, and a deep homesickness sat heavy in my gut.
“You’re always hot for it,” Fallon said, flipping his attention from me to Vail and back again. His blue eyes held a teasing light. “He can’t get enough of my dick, and you know, he tells me he prefers it to yours and Cillian’s now.”
“Stop lying!” Vail shoved him, and Fallon laughed maniacally. Vail tried to steal the phone from Fallon, and even though he didn’t get it, he managed to direct the camera toward his handsome face.
Vail blinked big brown eyes at me. “I didn’t say that, Aspen, I swear.” He swept his dark blond hair back off his forehead in frustration. “I love you all equally, and your dicks are so amazing in their own ways. I miss the taste and feel of them.” He sent me an over-the-top pout. “I didn’t know Fallon was mean enough to lie. He seems so charming and innocent.”
I laughed deeply. “I know, love. He’s teasing you, and he’ll get spanked for it when I get home. Maybe I’ll tell Cillian how he’s acting. I’m keeping track.”
Fallon flashed me a grin from his side of the camera. “Don’t promise me a good time when you’re not here to deliver.”
“Where’s Cillian?” Vail pecked a kiss on Fallon’s cheek, then rested his chin on Fallon’s shoulder. He pouted again, and those perfect, rosy cock-sucking lips had my shaft stirring. I rubbed my palm over my growing bulge. I might not have anyone on call here in Miami to take care of the problem now that I was exclusive to our little family, but I still knew how to use my hand.
“Baking in the pool.” I glanced in the direction of the closest doors, but the pool wasn’t visible from here, and I didn’t lean back any farther. “Said something about getting a tan.”
Fallon chuckled. “He’s trying to tan that pale ass? Has it ever seen the sun? Is he nuts?”
I smirked. “You can’t talk.”
He shrugged and twirled a strand of his hair around one finger. “And I’m sexy exactly the way I am. I don’t need a tan.”
I didn’t deny it. Fallon knew he was good looking, and there was no use trying to argue about it. Even though his family had fucked with his self-confidence, he’d slowly begun to flourish. The flirting he used to hide his fear had lessened for strangers while he doubled his efforts on the rest of us. I didn’t mind, especially since I’d started getting irritated when people I didn’t know got too close to him without an invitation. As a bonus, it was amusing to see Cillian flinch in discomfort every time Fallon threw a flirty line at him.
“Tell us you miss us,” Vail whined, nudging Fallon’s shoulder to get more screen. “Oh, did I tell you about what Lor and I saw today?”
“No.”
Vail launched into a long story about how they ended up finding a really nice Atlantic Moon shell on the beach, but to get there he spoke about the kids he and his assistant Lor O’Guinn tutored, the drive to Northwest Harbor, and everything in between. The meandering tale took longer than necessary, but I didn’t mind listening because I loved the sound of his voice, especially when he went on tangents and jumped between subjects that fascinated him. He wouldn’t be Vail if he didn’t remember other bits and pieces along the way.
By the time he was done, he and Fallon had somehow found themselves lying on their backs with Fallon holding the camera above them so that the bedding, a rich mauve comforter with yellow trim and black pillowcases—Rowen’s room, then—framed them.
Longing buried itself in my chest as I stared at them. I wanted nothing more than to be cuddled up beside them, kissing each of their delectable mouths before I took my turn to fuck them one at a time. Hell, I even missed Rowen smiling down at Vail while he whimpered. Rowen didn’t mind watching when Vail was getting what made him happy—even seemed to enjoy it. I never realized how much I would miss them all until now. It had been two weeks too long away from them, and we were going to be here for a while. Sloan only wanted us surveilling for now.
Rowen called for them in the background, and Fallon sighed.
“We need to go. Rowen made us lunch.” He smirked. “Bet you can’t say that.”
“No, I can’t.” I leaned forward and whispered, “Take advantage of Rowen’s kindness while you can, boy. Because when we get home, you’re going over my knee. Cillian and I will destroy both you and Vail.”
Fallon shivered, and Vail’s long blond eyelashes fluttered closed as if he was imagining what I’d said in vivid detail. Pleasure simmered low in my stomach and heat spread through me. I rubbed harder before I let my bulge go. There was no use jerking off. Not yet. The longer I left it, the better the orgasm would be.
“We have to go,” Vail said, blowing a kiss in my direction. “Love you. Be safe. Come home to us.” He went to leave, then stopped and stared me dead in the eyes through the camera. “And don’t forget the key lime coconut patties. Youpromised.”
The look he gave me was almost as dangerous as Sloan’s.
I winked at him. “I won’t forget.”
