“Fallon’s got ye wrapped around his pinky finger.” He snorted as he threw the binoculars at me, and I caught them as he shoved to his feet and glared. “Ye’ve gone bloody soft, Aspen.”
He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he strode into the hotel room. Dropping the binoculars on the chair next to me, I jumped to my feet and followed him.
“That’s fucking bullshit.”
“Is it?” Cillian spun around, his brown hair a mess as if he’d yanked on it when he’d been walking in here. Right now, he looked wild, eyes wide and lips twisted into a feral smile, and it was the expression he got when he was about to either kill someone or have violent sex. He shoved my chest, and I fell back a few steps. “Is it, Aspen?” Another push. “Ye’re a fecking bitch now, huh? Where are yer fecking balls? They shriveled up?”
This was a Cillian I knew well, one who liked to charge ahead until he got a reaction because he was feeling upset and uncomfortable. He was standing here demanding I do something, driving me to my limit. I smirked. We’d done this sometimes when we’d fucked strangers in the past and it was his way of telling me to take charge. Well, if he wanted it that way, he would get it.
“Fine.” I marched forward and grabbed him around the throat, propelling him backward. He scrabbled at my hand, and when I didn’t loosen my grip, he swung a punch at me, and I was able to dodge the attack before I threw him onto the bed and its expensive, soft blanket. I jumped on top of him, cutting off his attempt to rise again, and seized his wrists, then slammed them onto the bed above his head.
He bared his teeth at me, struggling. “Ye fecking bitch.”
I smiled slowly. “If I’m the bitch, why is it me on top?”
He pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth and made a hissing sound.
“That’s what I thought. Nothing to say for yourself.” I bent low and licked a stripe up his neck, causing him to freeze underneath me. “Here’s the thing, Cillian. Do you follow through? Sure. Me? I don’t need to make a big deal of something. I justdo it.”
I chomped down on the pulse point at the base of his throat, and he reared off the mattress with a loud gasp. The only thing that held him in place was my weight. I bit down until I knew for certain the spot would end up bruised, and only then did I let go, licking the indents left by my teeth.
He shuddered but went back to struggling, and my hold on his wrists tightened until my nails dug into his skin.
“Get off me,” he growled out, rearing up to headbutt me, but I moved my face out of the way in time to avoid it. “We need to put that bomb Jamie got into that salon.”
“We will,” I whispered before dragging my tongue across his mouth. “Tonight. For now, you’re mine.”
“Feck off, Aspen. I mean it.”
I smashed my lips against his in a rough kiss that had him pumping his hips up against mine. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to push me off—I doubted it—or wanted to get friction on his dick.
I nipped his bottom lip. “Should I fuck you?” I teased my tongue across the rough stubble on his chin and over his left cheek. “Put you on your belly and work my dick into your tight little unused hole?” He shuddered and snarled at me, and I smiled. “If you tell me no right now, I’ll stop. I’ll get off this bed and you can go. We play games, but I need to know what you really want.”
He didn’t move, didn’t breathe, and the way his eyes narrowed told me he wasn’t going to say stop for real. No, he wanted this but was too afraid to admit it. If he didn’t like what was happening, he would tell me no right this second and shove me off, but he stayed silent. This was his way of saying “do what you want, but you better make it good.”
“Safe word?” I asked.
“Keep it simple. Red light.” He swallowed hard. “We really doing this?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I’ll use the same safe word for me.”
Cillian would fight me the entire way and the idea excited me. Whether we would fuck today or tomorrow or next week, no matter what, I would fix this thing with Cillian if it was the last thing I did.
8
CILLIAN
Aspen staredat me like I was the only thing on his mind.
I loved and hated being the center of his attention. It was good because I wanted him to look at me the same way I found myself memorizing every piece of him, and bad because I had no idea what to do with him now that I’d gotten him.
I was going out of my mind.
Och, who am I kidding?I’d been crazy about him for a long while.
My cock throbbed as I shifted around, and my neck ached where he’d bitten me. God, that would bruise and be a reminder for a bit, and the mark would likely be bold enough that Jamie and Corbin would notice. I sucked in a breath as my face flushed and my chest went tight. Was I embarrassed for them to know that Aspen and I were fucking around without our boys?
I wasn’t sure.
