I nodded. “Feckin’ hell, do it. Yes.”
He tugged my cock out and stroked it. I looked down and loved the sight of his hand working me over. I panted and fucked into the tunnel of his fingers. He pressed his lips against my ear. “If I’d let you fuck me first, would you have told Vail?”
I grunted and sucked on his bottom lip as a frantic terrible feeling bubbled in my chest. I’d worried he would never want to touch me again and now the twenty fecking questions of doom were flying my way. “Bloody hell, I don’t know. I panicked, okay? Simple as that. I’m sorry.”
He jerked away, and I thought I’d fecked up, but he studied my face.
“What? Ye want something more intelligent from me, ye gotta stop touching me cock because my brain only gets so much blood.”
He snorted, and I finally relaxed into the pleasure of his touch when he smiled. “You’re an idiot.”
“Hey,” I said, but he chose that moment to use my foreskin to toy with my cockhead and my toes curled in my shoes. Aspen dropped to his knees, and I held my breath. Before we’d gotten together with Vail and Fallon, it had been a rare sight to see his mouth on a man’s twig. I couldn’t help but feel like I was getting something special as he leaned forward and teased his tongue over my cockhead.
“What did I say? Why did ye forgive me?” I asked, thrusting my hips. He didn’t take me into his mouth, merely kissed along my shaft.
“Don’t ruin it,” he said lightly.
I snickered until he opened his mouth wide and slipped his lips along my cock. Holy feck, was it good, and the fact that this was Aspen had me ready to fly apart way too fecking fast. I’d been so worried I would never have him close again that the rush of relief that came from his lips on my body almost had me coming in seconds. Aspen cupped my balls and swirled his tongue underneath my foreskin. In no time at all my eyes were screwed shut while I pumped my load into his mouth. He swallowed, and I was about ready to die and go to heaven. I tugged my cock out from between his lips and watched the whole time—so I would have a good memory of it if I managed to feck things up again—then sank to my knees in front of him.
I wasn’t sure when he’d done it, but his cock was out and he was stroking it. I leaned in for a kiss and knocked his hand away. He pushed mine back, almost like he was going to fight me, and when I frowned, he winked and snatched my hand, putting it on the silky, hot skin of his cock. I mapped out the territory, spit in my hand a couple of times, and then jerked him off while I studied his face. His lips found mine, and I was kissing him when his cum coated my knuckles. I didn’t stop teasing his cock until every last drop was wrung from his balls.
Aspen’s kiss turned into something soft and friendly. The excited glint in his eyes had me on edge again fast. “We’re going to go back out there. You’re going to apologize to Jamie. He is still in charge of this mess.”
Anger had me gritting my teeth. “Like hell! I’m not—” He attacked my mouth, and it was to shut me up, but I loved it, so I let him.
“And we’re sharing a room in Miami.”
I patted his cock. He shifted around, tucking away. My hand was coated in cum, so he fixed me up, too, and my face heated at the way he moved me around so I would be comfortable in my trousers before zipping.
“Ye’re the one who said we couldn’t do this. What changed yer mind?” An evil part of me thought about wiping my hand off on him, but I wasn’t feeling up to whatever he would dish out if I did that.
Aspen sighed. “You really don’t know?”
I shook my head.
He smacked my forehead with the heel of his hand. “You apologized, dumbass. I missed you.” He grinned.
I groaned, then sighed as cum dripped off my hand onto my trousers. “It’s that simple?”
He kissed me until my lips hurt, and I fecking loved it. “Why not? Let’s go. You willapologizeto Jamie.”
He got to his feet and walked off toward the small, connected bathroom while I stared after him.
15
ASPEN
As soon aswe got to the mansion on Hibiscus Island, Jamie sent us upstairs to unpack. He’d told us we had whatever was left of tonight and tomorrow to settle in before we went back to work. I took the opportunity to drag Cillian to the room I’d had last time and dump our bags on the floor, before grabbing his shirt collar and hauling him into a hard kiss. Given the chance, he would start trying to find information on Joaquin early, and I wanted to distract him before he got the idea into his head. Finding Joaquin wouldn’t be easy, especially since we’d killed his cousin. The war would only get more dangerous now that we’d spilled the first drops of family blood.
Cillian groaned into my mouth, eyes slipping closed as he gripped my shoulders and shoved me toward the bed. I went, willing to give him control, even if I would make him work for it first.
I tried to turn him, but he kept steady, using his strength to push me onto the mattress. I didn’t fight hard this time and let myself bounce on the bed, and instead of resisting, I yanked him on top of me. He groaned into our kiss, breaking contact long enough to nip at my bottom lip before his mouth was back on mine.
His kisses were hungry and full of need, his hands traveling over my shoulders and chest like he wanted to memorize every dip and curve of my body.
“Get yer clothes off,” he growled out as he stumbled from the bed and tossed his suit jacket.
I wasn’t about to argue, so I shuffled to my feet and made quick work of getting naked, kicking away my shoes and getting rid of my socks, suit jacket, shirt, pants, and underwear, until I was bare, with my dick thick and plump, ready for action.
