Jamie sat in the seat opposite Corbin, a tablet in his hand and a thoughtful expression on his face. He wasn’t as put together as usual, with his curly hair a bird’s nest and purple smudges marring the underside of his eyes.
“How bad is it?” I whispered, not wanting to wake Cillian. He’d been concerned enough as it was and needed the sleep, so I didn’t take my hand back. My left shoulder ached from where I’d been knifed, the stinging pain a reminder of the loss we’d faced with Joaquin.
Jamie jumped and glanced at me in surprise. “Shite. I didn’t know you’d woken.”
“Well?” I swallowed around the lump lodged in my throat. “Is the boss going to shoot us for the fuckup?”
“What?” He frowned at me and straightened in his seat. “What are ya talking about?”
“For losing Joaquin again.” The words tasted bitter in my mouth. While I hadn’t let on how disappointed and angry I was with our failure, especially since Cillian was already taking it so hard, the irritation was there, a festering wound that grew more infected every time I came face to face with the Cartel fucker.
Jamie’s frown deepened. “What the hell are ya talking about? Sloan’s in a mood, but that isn’t why he called us back.”
“It’s not?” I shot a look at Cillian, checking if he was still asleep, but he was out cold, eyes screwed shut tightly and nose twitching like he was having a nightmare. If I wasn’t so damned tired myself, I might’ve taken a photo and showed him how adorable he looked later, but I also valued my life. His sunburn pic was enough blackmail material for now.
“Don’t get me wrong, he’s not happy. I told him how ya and Cillian employed Ransom’s help with the hitmen and hitwomen, but he’s sending some other blokes to handle Joaquin. They can work with Ransom.” He shrugged. “The boss has been reassessing where he wants his best men. Someone in a red collar might be bending his ear, but to be fair, our minds are only half on this job given the shite that is happening at home. The attack on Fionn was the final nail in the co—” He cut off, wincing. “Shite. I shouldn’t be saying that, should I? Fionn’s still in the hospital recovering.”
Relief at knowing Sloan wasn’t going to chop off our heads had the tenseness in my shoulders disappearing, and I let myself relax. My eyes continued to burn, and I wiped my fist over the right one. I needed a good, deep sleep after all this was over, but I wouldn’t be getting it until I was home with all my boys and the Company was safe from the latest incident. My loyalty lay with Sloan and Fionn—the Killoughs. When one of them was hurt or attacked, we retaliated. It was what Company men did, especially Cillian, Rowen, and I.
“What’s the plan for when we get home?” I straightened in my seat and rolled out the kinks in my shoulders, and the agony of pulling the tender injury on my left one had me wincing. There was a nice comfy bed in the back of the plane, but Cillian had rejected the idea of needing sleep and refused to go lie down. He’d fallen asleep anyway. “Are we going to hunt down whichever Reyes is in town and shot Fionn?”
“I don’t know to be honest.” Jamie’s eyebrows dipped down his forehead and he sighed. “I don’t think Sloan expected it to come to this. Fionn getting hurt was a real kick to the balls. He’s hard on the kid, but he’s his boy, ya know? He’s like Sloan’s son. Sloan raised him since he was a wee thing.”
“Yeah.” I’d never had much to do with Fionn and he had a lot to learn, but he wasn’t a bad guy. Jealous? Definitely. Smart? Hell yes. But he was a Killough and he had Sloan’s blood running in his veins. I had faith he would make a good leader one day. I felt sorry for Thiago Reyes. Now that he’d hurt Fionn, and from what I’d gathered, nearly killed him, Sloan would rip the country apart to get his revenge.
“Anyway, I won’t know the plan until we get home. It’ll be—”
The door that blocked our section of the plane from a small kitchen opened and one of the flight crew rushed in. He stopped beside Jamie and leaned down, whispering in his ear. Jamie frowned but nodded and rose to his feet.
“I’ll be back in a sec, Aspen.” He followed the man toward the front of the plane. I watched them go for a moment before I sighed and glanced at Cillian. He was beautiful when he slept, not that I would ever say it. Cillian couldn’t take compliments for what they were—the truth. I blamed his father for that. I’d never met the guy and hoped I never did because I couldn’t promise anyone what I would do to him. I loved Cillian for who he was, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t hate the man that had driven Cillian to put up walls around himself.
I tightened my hold on his fingers. He groaned, but his eyes stayed closed. His chest rose and fell and his mouth twitched. Adorable. He would kill me if I said it out loud, but he was just as cute as Vail and Fallon, with an added dash of violence. Or maybe it was more than a dash.
He moaned quietly and clutched my hand, moving it down toward his crotch and laying it over his hardening dick. His mouth twitched again, but he was still deep in what seemed to be a very interesting dream.
I smirked and snapped a look at Corbin. He still had his arms crossed over his chest and his chair rotated back into a leaning position, with the newspaper he’d been reading at the beginning of the flight covering the top half of his face.
Satisfied that I wouldn’t be giving the straight man a show he didn’t ask to see, I removed my hand from Cillian’s dick and slid to my knees in front of our seats, shuffling until I was sitting between his legs. I rubbed my palm along his thigh, and he groaned, brown lashes fluttering, but the touch wasn’t enough to rouse him.
Part of me felt guilty for doing this when he so obviously needed the sleep, but this was Cillian, and my argument was that he’d started it. I took the time to carefully unbutton and unzip his suit pants, opening them wide enough that I could sneak my hand into his underwear and pull out his hardening dick, which jerked under my touch. The head poked out of his foreskin, flushed red and ready for action.
I held back a snort. There wasn’t a better example of what Cillian was like more than a boner that wouldn’t quit when he was tired. The man could get it up in a zombie apocalypse.
I curled my fingers around his erection, jerking it gently at first to watch the skin move with my hand. The firmness grew and I licked my lips, desire swelling inside me. Heat curled in the pit of my stomach, and I rubbed myself as I finally took Cillian into my mouth. The saltiness of his skin hit my tongue and I didn’t waste any time. I wanted to get him off and wake him up to a nice surprise.
Tonguing the slit, I slowly jerked him at the base of his thick dick. He moaned and shifted in his seat, so I picked up the pace as I took the head into my mouth, sucking gently. I couldn’t say I was great at blowjobs because I hadn’t given many—like most men, I preferred to get my dick sucked, not the other way around—but from the years of watching Cillian fuck, I knew exactly what he liked.
I smoothed my hand over his thigh, slightly disappointed that I couldn’t dig my fingers into his skin because of his pants. I took more of his dick between my lips and closed my eyes, getting into the act. I squeezed the base and took him in as far as I could, which wasn’t as far as Vail would’ve been able to reach, but enough to make me gag.
His hips moved, driving his boner deeper down my throat. I gagged harder and glanced up at him, not surprised to find him awake and smirking down at me. He scraped his fingers through my short hair and planted his palm at the back of my head, shoving me down as he rocked upward into my mouth. The action was rough and his entire length rammed its way down my throat with no way for me to pull back. I choked and gagged, and the fucker smiled as he let me retreat, pulling his dick out of my mouth so I could take big breaths.
I slammed my fist on his leg, and he laughed.
“Fucker.” I glared.
He licked his lips. “Come on. Ye started the job, now finish it.”
I shook my head and eyed his dick, coated in my saliva, which made it shiny under the cabin lights. It was at full mast now, skin pulled tight and head flushed a deep red. It wouldn’t take him long to come. My throat ached from his onslaught, but I wasn’t the kind of guy to back out of something and the bastard knew it.
