“Aye.” Hollow, that was the only way to describe his voice.
In the past we were fine, but having sex and being closer to him was even better. I wasn’t going to tell him that now, though.
“And we shouldn’t upset Vail or Fallon. Especially Vail. He hates fighting.” My words sounded rehearsed. Cold, which was how I felt right now. My entire body turned numb.
He simply nodded.
“Good. Good.”
“Back to the way we were before then?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
It sounded like hell, but there was no way I was allowing Cillian to get killed by Sloan because his head wasn’t in the game. Never. I would always protect Cillian, even if it meant hurting my heart to do it.
12
CILLIAN
“Please, harder! Oh, Cillian, more. Yes!”
The shouts were music to my ears.
Vail smiled up at me with his full rosy lips, and his reading glasses slid completely off his nose while I worked my cock in and out of his tight arsehole. He fumbled the glasses off his face and tried to send them toward the bedside cabinet, but they fell to the floor instead. His dark blond hair was everywhere, spread out against my pillow, and the way his toned body tensed and arched struck a primal chord in me. I fucked faster until sweat dripped down and stung my eyes. The heat and squeeze of his hole were perfection, and I bent down to sink my teeth into his pink nipple, worrying it between my teeth.
“Yes, oh my God, yes. I missed you. Cillian!” He shouted my name again and wrapped his arms around me, muscles straining. This moment was a sweet and easy contrast to the last time I’d shared a bed with someone. I cut off my thoughts and attacked Vail’s mouth, falling into the temptation to ignore the rest of the world. His soft skin and strong thighs pulled me in. I bit lightly at his throat when he turned his head to the side, and his lips drew away from his teeth in a grimace as he fucked against me as hard as he could. I doubted he was begging for my teeth against his Adam’s apple, but I gave him a nibble anyway and earned a needy moan that set my blood on fire.
“Ye miss me, bug? Ye didn’t get what ye needed from Rowen and Fallon?” I slid my hands under his thighs and settled his calves on my shoulders, fucking him so hard that the bed frame hammered the wall.
He whimpered and clung to me as I put enough muscle into this blissful moment that someone downstairs knocked on their bedroom ceiling—maybe Fallon. I was half shocked he hadn’t come up here to stick his head in the door, but so far everyone had left us alone. Vail’s hole clenched around me, and for a moment my head felt light with the punch of joy that landed in my gut.
“They give me what I need from them, but you give me what I need from you,” Vail whispered sweetly in my ear.
I paused for a second while he gasped and began to move again, trying to fuck himself on me to reach his grand finale. His muscles rippled around my cock, and I slammed my eyes closed, not wanting to come yet but dancing on the edge of a cliff.
“Yeah?” I opened my eyes and glanced into his pretty brown ones.
He snickered. “Yes. No one can be anyone except who they are, right? That would be a strange conundrum if you could be someone else.” He frowned, and I started fucking him once more, taking extra care to peg his P-spot before he could start down a rambling path of words. I sank my teeth lightly against his neck again, not being as rough with him as the raging monster that had been brewing inside me demanded, because this was my Vail, my bug. I only wanted to hurt him in little bits and chunks—enough to send whimpers dancing through the air like they were now. I didn’t want him crying or afraid of me.
No, I loved him too much, and pain wasn’t what he craved, leastways, not that kind. I tried to shut off my mind and concentrate on the tension building in my gut and the way my balls felt full enough to fill him six times with cum and leave it dripping from his hole.
Vail turned his head, and I captured his lips, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth in the same rhythm I was using to plow his arse. He sucked and the sensation zipped straight to my gut where it slammed and exploded like a star. I pistoned my hips faster, and he moved with me in a sinuous slide that felt fecking filthy and perfect. He unhooked one calf from my shoulder, and I let the other go so he could wrap his legs tight around my waist. He panted and whined, and then the warmth of his jizz dotted my abs. Knowing he was blowing his load primed my pump and made my insides melt.
“Gonna fill ye all up, bug. Plant my seed deep in yer arse. What do ye think about that?”
“Yes,” he sighed out, then pressed his sweet lips to mine again. That was it for me. Vail, uncomplicated and needy underneath me, wanting my cock and coming for me, tipped me over the edge. I fucked hard and deep, staying inside him as I shuddered through a rush of sharp pleasure.
Sex was different with him.
I didn’t feel the need to posture afterward or make him think one way or another about me. He wasVailand whatever was in his head wasn’t ever bad. And besides, I couldn’t change anything he thought anyway. I’d never met a person with more of a one-track mind. I pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Vail grinned as I slid to the side so I wouldn’t crush him with my weight, then gathered him close. He came with me, a pretty rag doll flopping around in a tangle of arms and legs, and my bug knocked his forehead against mine while staring at my eyes far too closely. He blinked and his eyelashes tickled my cheek.
“I missed you,” he said with a grin. I traced a finger over the sensual curves of his bright lips, the first thing about him that had drawn me in; however, it was the rest of him that had ensnared me. “Have you ever seen the inside of a cop van? The kind they use to spy on people?” He blinked at me, and the question shocked me so thoroughly I tried to sit up, but he only clung like a starfish so that I settled back down with my head on the pillow. I dragged the blankets around him, tucking them against his shoulders.
“No, why? Ye see one of them around here, bug? While ye were out running?”
He shook his head fast and his mouth fell open. “No, I started reading this book calledTakedownand there’s one in there.” His stomach growled, and he patted it like he was trying to silence a rabid dog. I pulled back the blanket and knocked his hand aside, then rubbed his sticky, tight abs. He wriggled on my cock, which was still half hard. I let out a long breath. If he kept it up, I would be fucking him again, and I’d already lost track of how many times we’d gone at it. “I’m in the mood for rice cookies. Usually Rowen goes for a walk with me when I want them, but I missed you. Do you want to go with me? It’s not far.” He blasted me with his sweet smile, and I felt like seven kinds of hell denying him, but I shook my head because I just wasn’t in the mood.
