I ignored him, shoving the mayo and ham sandwich into my mouth. I usually preferred butter, but I didn’t mind mayo, especially when I was using it to avoid answering Jamie’s rude questions.
Cillian came into the dining room a few minutes later, freshly dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt, hair still wet from the shower we’d taken. It was difficult not to appreciate how good he looked in casual clothing.
He paused in front of me and leaned down to slam his mouth against mine. While I was surprised, I returned the kiss, cupping his face in the process. When we finished, he winked and grabbed a piece of the sandwich, dropping onto the chair beside me.
Cillian gave Jamie and Corbin a salute. “Gentlemen.”
Jamie narrowed his eyes. “Who are ya and what did ya do with Cillian fecking Shaughnessy?”
Corbin snorted and returned to his phone.
“I’m the Cillian Shaughnessy who just got laid.” Cillian rapped his knuckles on the table. “And that Cillian is the bloody best Cillian ye’ll ever meet, mate.”
“So, if I ever need ya in a good mood, I’ll get one of your guys to cheer ya up, huh?” Jamie chuckled as he grabbed a glass of orange juice—or maybe it was a mimosa—and took a drink.
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t pretend your mood doesn’t improve when little Hunter fucks you.”
“Big Hunter. He’s big.” Jamie set his glass back on the table and spread his hands in front of him, then waggled his eyebrows and moved them out a bit farther. “Massive, mate.Massive.”
I grunted, not really interested in Hunter’s dick. I’d been talking about how young he was, and Jamie knew that, too, but given the chance, he liked to talk about how sexy his boyfriend was. Although, I couldn’t throw stones on this issue. Hunter and Fallon were around the same age.
With a sigh, I grabbed another piece of sandwich and shoved it into my mouth, ignoring Jamie blabbing about the amazing Hunter. It was disgustingly sweet how smitten he was with his boy. I could understand. Between Fallon, Vail, and now Cillian, I was firmly on the hook myself.
After we spent half an hour with Jamie and Corbin, I managed to convince Cillian to go for a walk to wind down.
“I’m coming,” he grumbled as I dragged him out the glass doors, past the lit pool, and toward the dock where Sloan’s luxury yacht was usually moored. Tonight, the dock was clear and the starry sky stretched out and away from us. “I’m starting to get tired.”
I rolled my eyes. “Stop being a crybaby.”
“What did ye call me?” Cillian picked up his pace to keep in line with me and gave me a mock glare. “I’ll have ye know that I can go for days if I have to.”
I snorted out a rough laugh.
He flipped me the bird but grinned as we reached the end of the dock. The water was calm and silvered with moonlight.
“Why are we out here?” Cillian asked, crossing his arms.
I turned to him and half grinned. “Am I not allowed to enjoy Miami with you? It’s pretty.”
“Aye—” He shrugged. “—but we could go to bed.”
“Stand here another minute.” Sloan’s mansion was located on Hibiscus Island, a somewhat secluded part of Miami where only the rich lived and played. The water views were guaranteed to please and so was the glittering city skyline. The few times I’d been here, I’d appreciated the opulence. I could see why Sloan loved the house as a getaway.
“So, let’s sit here and talk.”
He snorted loudly. “Ye talk? Yeah right.”
I laughed and nudged him with my shoulder. “We can check out the sights together.” I pointed at a boat that went past. All the lights were burning bright and young women in bikinis had drinks in their hands. Spring break was in full swing, and with everything else going on I’d almost forgotten what time of year it happened to be. They noticed us, and their boobs bounced as they jumped up and down waving.
He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. “I got all the sights I need.”
I shot a look at him. “Jamie’s right. Where’s the real Cillian?”
“Feck ye.” He pushed my arm, glaring, and I chuckled. “Ye’re lucky I gift ye with me time.”
“Come on. Sit with me.” I waved at the edge of the dock, and he pursed his lips.
“I’m not gonna go all deep and talk about me emotions,” he muttered.
