Cillian snorted. “If ye wanted an army, ye just had to call Sloan.”
“This is different. The Cartel knows our boys and knows when we’re coming. They have eyes on us right now, whether or not we like it or want to admit it. We’re vulnerable. We need to surprise them, knock them off-kilter....” I came to a line of people, crowded along the side of the street, that led to a freshly painted black door, which seemed more like a hole because it was surrounded by a shiny veneer of red glass blocks. The squat building gleamed, a filthy gem. Outside the entrance stood a tall, wide man with a cowboy hat tilted on his head. His chest muscles stretched out the wordSECURITYplastered on the front of his black T-shirt.
As soon as I stopped the SUV, we got out, and a man in a red vest rushed from a building on our left and grinned as I handed him the keys to take the vehicle away. Cillian frowned at me when I reached his side.
“Okay, ye got me guessing. What’s this place?” He nodded at the flashing neon blue sign above the door that displayed Going Down Under.
I grinned and motioned him forward. Cillian had no choice except to follow me as we passed the line of people and went straight to the door. The bouncer nodded at me and opened the door for us, and I patted him on the shoulder in thanks as we headed inside.
We were stopped in a small room. “Hand over your weapons,” drawled a short man with violet hair, a nose ring, and a hard stare. Behind him were more men who watched us sternly as we took the time to pull out our handguns. I had a holster beneath my suit jacket, but Cillian just had a gun stuffed in his belt under his colorful shirt. The short man cleared his throat and said, “Knives, too, Mr. Kavanagh,” in a tone that told me he’d been informed of the type of weapons I preferred.
Grunting, I grabbed the knife I had in an ankle sheath and the one hidden on my belt, and only then were we allowed to proceed.
Inside was chaos, with a loud thumping beat and a crowd that jumped in time with the music. The hot, sweaty anarchy came from an array of sexy men and women that writhed against each other. It was hard to keep my eyes to myself, but this fluid mess of limbs and hot bodies wasn’t even the best part.
Cillian sidled up against my back and wrapped his arms around my waist, dragging me snug against his hard body. “If ye wanted to get laid, all ye had to do was ask.”
I laughed and grabbed his hand, raising it to lay a kiss on his palm, before pulling him toward the right side of the room. We headed past a packed bar lit up like a Christmas tree with pink, blue, and green fluorescent lights, and toward a black double door guarded by more bouncers. They took one look at me and opened the doors to us, and I nodded in thanks.
We walked through a wide hallway filled with black-and-white portraits of various sex positions hanging on the walls. Cillian stopped, taking the time to study a photo while making an intrigued sound before moving on to the next. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and chuckle at his genuine curiosity.
“Looking for new ways for me to fuck you?” I teased.
He threw a grin at me. “Nah, mate. For me to fuck ye. I wanna bend ye over like this.”
He tapped on the photo that had his attention, and I stepped in closer to have a look. Two men were front and center, with the bottom lying on his side, legs stuck together. The top was on his knees on the bed, fucking the bottom while holding the bottom’s legs against the top’s thigh. I couldn’t say I’d tried that position before and interest flared inside me, making my cock stir.
I shoved Cillian, and he returned the gesture, grinning and shifting closer to me. He grabbed my arms, and I pushed him against the wall beside the photo. It didn’t take him much effort to switch our positions, so it was me against the wall and him resting on me. I didn’t struggle. I wanted him to think he had the upper hand, and when he least expected it, when we were actually going to fuck each other, I would steal the control back.
“What kind of an army are we speaking about here? Because we promised each other no men except the five of us, and I’m pretty fecking fine with that.”
I rolled my eyes and pecked him on the lips, shoving him again. He stepped back with a smirk. “Don’t be a dick. I don’t need anyone else but us, and I wouldn’t bring you here for that. Just keep moving.”
Cillian kicked my leg gently with a wink, and I jostled him with my shoulder. We half struggled against each other the entire way down the hall until we reached another door, which I opened. On the other side was a sex room with twilight lighting, a lot like the one in Club Bellissimo. Naked men and women fucked each other all over the place—against walls, on couches, tied to St. Andrew’s crosses, and even on a bar.
Cillian paused, groaned, and stared around in appreciation. His gaze landed on a gay couple. A pretty man wearing makeup and dressed in a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, including a skirt, was bent over the back of a dining chair, his pert ass in the air and his long blond hair tied in pigtails on either side of his head. His shirt was up around his chest, exposing nipples being tortured with clothespins, and a man in a suit with his dick out drilled him from behind, hands gripping the blond’s trim hips.
The bottom moaned decadently, his stare meeting ours. He grinned and stuck the tip of his finger in his mouth, sucking on it gently before letting it pop out of his lips. He was enticing us over to play, but as beautiful as the sight was to watch, we really were happy with the boys we had, including each other.
Cillian quirked his eyebrows at the pretty man in acknowledgement, and the bottom chuckled, twirling a finger around one of his pigtails. Cillian groaned. “What a time to be alive. We should get Fallon dressed up like that. He’d look hot. Do ye think he’d go for the lipstick?”
I laughed and grasped his elbow, tugging him along. I couldn’t get the image out of my head. Fallon really was drop-dead beautiful with his soft face and plump lips. He would do anything to please us, and the thought of him in a schoolgirl uniform, skirt and all, had my dick stirring. If anyone would be able to talk Fallon into something like that, I doubted it would be Cillian or me. He would be too worried we would make fun of him. If Vail asked, though? He would probably do it.
A bouncer in the same black T-shirt as the others waved to get my attention, and I nodded, guiding Cillian toward the bulky man with thick shoulders and height that exceeded ours. The bouncer didn’t say a word as we reached him, just led us toanotherdoor and opened it for us, stepping aside. He didn’t follow us through, merely slid the door closed behind us.
We’d stepped into a fancy office filled with wooden furniture. There was a desk in the middle, near the back, along with a wall of bookcases. To the left was a deep brown sofa and two armchairs, making a sitting area. It was warm, but also interesting because the wall on our right was glass, looking directly toward the sex room. Someone could sit in here and enjoy the free porn.
The door opened and Cillian and I both turned. I grinned at Ransom as he entered. It took Cillian a second to recognize Ransom, and when he did, he groaned.
“Ye fecking kidding me? Ye bastard!” He laughed.
Ransom winked and came over to us, bringing me into a hearty hug before doing the same to Cillian. If there was one thing I’d noticed about the Australian men I’d worked with, it was that they weren’t afraid of physical contact. There was a camaraderie that I had to admire, and Ransom was no exception.
“Look what the fucking cat dragged in.”
“What the feck are ye doing in America? Last I heard, ye were still in Australia, helping out yer brother.” Cillian laughed and crossed his arms. “Fecking hell.”
Ransom opened his arms and a mischievous smile spread across his face. Standing a lot shorter than us, he couldn’t be more than five foot seven or eight, with short graying brown hair and a cleft chin. Regardless of his height, he was an attractive man with a deep tan from years of working in the Australian sun and an interesting shade of yellow-green eyes I’d never seen on anyone else.
