He nodded. “I won’t go running on my own if it will make you feel better, but sometimes I need to be alone and outside.” He waved a hand around, and I grabbed a washcloth to soap him up. “I’ll do my best.”
I’d thought I wanted his hands all over me, but today I couldn’t get enough of touching him. It was almost as if I could absorb his easy love through my fingertips, if I just caressed him long enough, and it was a true pleasure to glide the washcloth over his shiny, wet skin. I took my time playing with his cock until he was hard again and biting his bottom lip.
Once he was sudsy, I gathered him close and kissed him, and Vail laughed as his hard-on was trapped between our bodies. He squirmed all around, rubbing against me until he was panting into my mouth and sucking on my bottom lip. I kissed him thoroughly, then spun him toward the water again so he could rinse. The hot glance he sent over his shoulder had me grinning, and I slapped his arse.
Vail grunted.
“I’m spent. Go find Aspen.” I spoke without thinking because I’d said those words at least a hundred times in the past, but as soon as his name was out of my mouth, my heart jerked. I was right back where I’d started when I’d sunk my cock deep into Vail’s arse earlier today with the intention of drowning in him until this horrible mood was blown to pieces by his charming smiles and chatter.
Vail nodded and grinned, tugging on my hand. “Hurry up and wash the sweat off! I want you to go with me. I want you both for a while.” He held his breath and his eyes were shiny like he was asking for the best present and only I could give it to him. I didn’t know what to say, but finally I shook my head.
“Nah, I can’t. I gotta make a call to Sloan, and I need a clear head for it.”
He pouted, but not too much, mostly because my bug wasn’t a brat for attention, he just went where his emotions took him. He was genuinely sad he wouldn’t be getting my cock in his arse along with Aspen’s. “Okay. Don’t be long. Oh! Rowen was talking about going out to dinner tonight when we had breakfast this morning. We should probably ask him about that. You know he likes to do something special from time to time.”
I sighed but didn’t mean to do it.
He frowned and tilted his head. “Are you okay?”
“M’perfect, bug. How could I be anything else with ye?”
He grinned. “Have you been taking romance lessons from Rowen?”
“Och, go.” I pointed toward the shower door.
He went up on tiptoe and slid his pretty lips across mine for another hot minute that had my cock stirring again, and then he slipped out of the shower with a teasing wink, stole the only towel hanging there, and walked out into Rowen’s bedroom. Fecking hell, now I wanted to go with him, but in the end, I showered, and after a brief search for a towel, I dried and got dressed.
I had my phone in my hand, wondering if I should offer to go over and have a talk with Sloan, when it vibrated, and I sighed.
Conall: The boss wants you to come tell him about that game you were playing. Be here in forty minutes. Bring everyone. We’re having dinner.
I responded with anabsolutelybecause that’s what you did when the boss’s pet told you to do things; you treated him as if those words came directly from the boss because, chances were, they did. Swearing, I went upstairs to pull on a suit and I was already shivering at the idea of going out in the fecking cold now that we were back from Miami. Twenty degrees Fahrenheit was a far cry from eighty. I could go in person to tell everyone to get their shite together, but it would likely be easier to send a message to our group chat, or as Fallon had been calling it lately,the familychat.
Cillian: We’re to be at the mansion in forty minutes. Everyone get ready.
Rowen: I just ordered takeaway for us, since you didn’t emerge in a reasonable time to go to a restaurant.
Cillian: Aye, you tell the boss that. We need to wait here because the house mother sorted food for us.
Rowen: Twat.
Aspen: It’s fine. We can put the food in the fridge for tomorrow.
Fallon: Ew, cold tacos. Not the same as cold pizza. Gross.
He added the puke-face emoji, and I rolled my eyes.
Aspen: Fine, I’ll eat them.
Fallon: No, I’ll eat them. I don’t want you to suffer alone.
Vail: I prefer them cold actually.
Cillian: Bloody hell, get ready to go. Look sharp.
After that there was a mad scramble, and eventually we all ended up in Rowen’s gray Lexus, which wasn’t that big, but Vail sat in the middle in the back, and I didn’t say anything when Rowen took the driver’s seat with Aspen at his side as passenger. Aspen glanced over his shoulder at me with his eyebrows raised, probably because I usually complained until I drove, no matter whose vehicle we were in, but I wasn’t in the mood for it. I tried to catch Fallon’s eye, but he was staring out his window.
Humiliation crawled through me. Had Aspen told Fallon what happened between us? My stomach clenched until it was one big cramp. Part of me knew it shouldn’t matter even if Aspen had told Fallon all about our trip, but now that Aspen and me having sex wouldn’t ever happen again, it felt more like a shameful secret I would have to keep. I’d ruined my shot at more. I ran a hand over my face and irritation began to churn in my belly.
