“Feck off.” There wasn’t any heat in his voice, but he glared. “I told ye that ye aren’t fucking me.”
“For now.”
His eyes widened. I would bet good money he had no idea that he looked scared; in fact, he would even punch me for the suggestion.
“Do you know what the difference is between us?”
“What?” He raised his chin. Cute little devil, he was.
“You’re all talk, Cillian. You act like a tough killer, and you are one, I’ll give you that, but I don’t need to say a word and people want to kneel in front of me and be my bitch.” I traced the curve of his ear with my finger, and his breathing deepened. The air caught in his throat, where I was still squeezing. “And when I eventually order you to suck my dick, you won’t say no. You’ll be on your knees in seconds, pulling out my dick and taking it into your mouth like a good boy.”
His fingers curled against my shirt until he had the material in his fist, and with his other hand, he punched me in the gut. I grunted in pain and surprise and let go of him. He came at me again, but I ducked before he could land a hit to my jaw like he’d obviously been aiming for.
I laughed as I backed off, and his glare deepened as he strode toward me. “You don’t want to do that.”
He stopped, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. His pants were loose, but they didn’t hide the bulge caught in his underwear. He was hard and wanted me, even if he pushed away the idea of being fucked. He craved my dick, he just didn’t know it yet.
“Why the feck not?” Pointing a finger at me, he took another step forward. “Ye’re my friend, Aspen, the best one I got, but I will lay ye out if ye do that again, ye got it?”
“Promises.” I crossed my arms. “Get dressed. We’re taking Sloan’s luxury yacht this morning. He hired his staff to be on there and motor out to a spot where we can swim and relax.”
“What?” He matched me and crossed his arms as well. The posturing was his attempt to challenge me, but he was fucking adorable and I couldn’t take him seriously. “I have a sunburn still.”
“So, leave your shirt on and swim in it.” I shifted closer to him, and he stiffened, making me grin. “We leave in an hour. The staff will be on the boat by then and the cooks will make us lunch to take out. Since you stormed off before you ate any breakfast, you could use some food.” I patted his cheek, and he smacked my hand away. I left the room laughing. Giving him time to stew on what happened would only make him angrier, but that also meant more fun for me.
* * *
Two hours later, we were on the yacht, sitting out in the beautiful blue ocean. Jamie and Corbin had come along, which was probably a good thing. I could only push Cillian so far before he decided to start a real fight, and if they weren’t here, I would be tempted to slap his buttons by flirting more.
Cillian was already stretched out on a lounge chair at the back of the boat, yellow rash guard on and sunscreen slathered over his exposed skin. Jamie had cackled when Cillian had first popped open the sunscreen, but Corbin had forced Jamie to use it. There had been arguing like Jamie was a five-year-old to the tune of “I don’t like the way it feels!” He’d given in to Corbin’s glaring, though.
When the boat finally stopped, Jamie and Corbin had jumped into the water, and they were laughing and bullshitting on the floaties the crew had given us. I leaned over the railing to look at them, and Jamie blew me a kiss.
“Come in,darling. It’s nice.”
Corbin rolled his eyes and shoved Jamie, making him laugh again. They were like children when they relaxed and left work mode.
“No,” I said simply, turning back to Cillian. I walked along the curved railing over to him, and he glanced at me. He wore dark sunglasses, and I hated that I couldn’t see his eyes. They were more expressive than people thought, but I knew how to read him in ways others didn’t, not even Vail or Fallon.
“Ye going for a swim with them?” He slid his sunglasses up to his head.
I leaned against the railing, silver and shiny in the sun, and smirked at him. “No. Thought I would spend time with you.”
He snorted. “I’d watch it if I was ye. Vail’s not here to save yer arse.”
“It’s notmyass he would have to save,” I said quietly, with the kind of deep seductiveness that I knew got him hard. I’d watched Cillian over the many years we’d shared people, and I understood what turned him on, but I also realized things he didn’t. Sometimes what he thought he wanted wasn’t what he needed.
“Still on about that?” He rested his hands under the back of his head, looking every bit as confident as he usually did. “Not a chance.”
Challenge accepted.Hooking my fingers under my T-shirt, I smirked at him as I raised it. I took my time taking the shirt off, letting my muscles ripple with the movement. Once I threw the clothing to the side, I smoothed a hand over my chest, drawing attention to my physique.
He watched, gaze caught on my chest, and when I took a step closer to him, he swallowed deeply, Adam’s apple jumping.
“I’m not selfish, you know?” I placed my knee on the lounge chair beside his leg and reached for his yellow board shorts, dipping my finger into the waistband. “I can give you a blowjob.”
He raised his chin, jaw tight. “Then do it.”
I smirked. “No.” I stood again and grinned.
