Sloan nodded, and Conall turned to whisper with him as I wandered off to find Vail and Fallon, and not long later we were on our way home again. I wasn’t sure if the victory dinner had been simply to pass us another job or because we were friends with Conall and Sloan at this point, even if there was a serious work angle attached to it. Either way, I expected to receive another invitation to one of Sloan’s triumphant parties at his swanky apartment one day soon.
It wasn’t every day we murdered a Reyes.
For the drive home I ended up with a lapful of Fallon. I climbed into the back of the Lexus, and he slid right in with me and onto me. While Rowen glared at him from the front seat, clearly itching to mother him about his seat belt, he never did say anything as I wrapped my arms around Fallon.
I swiped Fallon’s soft blond hair to the side and tapped a bruise on his neck, and he jumped as he flashed me a smile.
“Hey,” he murmured.
“Who gave ye this?”
He grinned and cut a look at Aspen in the front seat, and I nodded, my mouth going dry.
Fallon’s tight arse on my crotch was doing fun things to my cock. I could maybe forget about Aspen and what we’d shared this way—even if I didn’t want to do that. I squeezed Fallon close and attacked his mouth as the car began to move. His lips spread apart, begging for my tongue and I fucked it between them while I gave his arse a sturdy squeeze.
The whimper that escaped between our mouths surprised me.
“Yer arse tender?” I murmured in his ear.
He nodded.
“Why?”
“Aspen,” he said with a small, happy sigh.
I captured his lips again and brutalized them. I would just have to keep him from talking while I fucked him because I wasn’t prepared to hear how well Aspen had taken care of him while I’d been hiding in my room with Vail all afternoon.
My heart couldn’t take knowing I would never be as close to Aspen as Fallon, especially since we’d known each other better and longer, but I had plenty of ways to stuff Fallon’s mouth and melt his brain to keep him from speaking.
13
ASPEN
The noises Cillianand Fallon were making in the back seat of the car had my dick throbbing. The mixed sounds of moans, kisses, and the leather seat squeaking had me glancing in the rearview mirror at them to take in the beautiful sight they made together. Fallon sat astride Cillian’s lap, legs on either side of him, rolling his hips in an incredibly erotic way.
“What do ye want?” Cillian whispered loud enough for us to hear. “Want me to feck ye, boy?”
Fallon whimpered. “Fuck yeah.”
I looked at Vail through the mirror and smiled at the stare he was giving them. His attention was solely for them; nothing was going to tear his gaze away, ADHD be damned. As usual, he had the tip of his thumb caught between his teeth and he chewed mindlessly on it as a blush crept over his cheeks.
“Can’t wait to get ye home.” Cillian’s deep brogue did things to me, too. My stomach gave a tug and heat spread through all my limbs, making the tips of my fingers and toes tingle. Cillian and Fallon were hot separately, but together? They would make the purest man on Earth sin, especially with how Cillian grabbed a handful of Fallon’s long blond hair, tugging on it with enough force to yank Fallon’s head back and make him whimper. “I’m gonna mark ye up good, boy.”
“Do it.” The moan that left Fallon’s lips was sinful. “You and Aspen. I need you both to fuck me.”
“Can I watch?” Vail asked quietly.
“Hell yeah.” Fallon tipped toward the side and grabbed the back of Vail’s head, dragging him in for a kiss. I turned to watch as their mouths moved against one another like a well-rehearsed dance. Perfect. Beautiful. There were too many words to describe how they looked together.
I caught Cillian’s gaze and his jaw tightened. His eyes flashed with anger, and I raised my chin, meeting his irritation head on. If he thought he was going to make me back down, then he had another thing coming. The friction filled the cab. No one seemed to notice but us.
I didn’t say anything and neither did he, but when Fallon turned his attention back on Cillian, he broke his gaze from mine and took Fallon into his hold again. I focused on the road in front of us, ignoring the frown Rowen sent toward me.
By the time we arrived home, Fallon had his shirt off, and Cillian had one of Fallon’s nipples caught between his teeth, tugging and nibbling, drawing sweet sounds from Fallon’s shiny, wet lips.
Once Rowen had the car parked, Fallon and Cillian stumbled out. Cillian pressed him against the garage wall, with Fallon’s legs around Cillian’s waist. Vail nearly tripped getting out of his side and he rushed around to them, stopping to stare and chew on his bottom lip.
As much as I wanted to stay around and participate, my pride had me stalking toward the garage door.
