I pointed at him, and he held up his palms to me, his smirk widening. There were a lot of things Cillian could do but looking innocent wasn’t one of them. I took him back into my mouth and began to bob my head on him, his dick heavy on my tongue. I used all the techniques I liked done to me, from running my fingernail along the underside to sucking firmly on just the head.
He made the most delicious noises low in his throat. A mixture between a growl and a moan slipped from between his lips and he rolled his head backward. His legs quivered, telling me he was trying his toughest not to move and choke me, and it was strange to see Cillian not push his luck.
Maybe hewasletting those walls down, even if it was happening slowly.
I’d have smiled at the thought if my mouth hadn’t been full of his dick. I sucked him down and relaxed my throat, taking deep breaths through my nose so I could open up as much as possible for him. When I glanced at him and gave him a look, he knew what it meant and his smirk was back, wide on his wicked lips.
He began to thrust up, his dick driving its way farther down my throat, and I let him. I rested my hands on his thighs, pressing down on them if he got too rough, and he followed my signals perfectly. We knew each other too well for him not to know what I was saying without words.
It didn’t take him long after that to come, and when he did, his entire body went rigid, his dick jerking in my mouth. His cum splattered across my tongue and down my throat, and I swallowed it the best I could. His load was huge and at one point I coughed when it got to be too much, some of the spunk landing on my chin.
He hummed and wiped at the corner of my mouth with his thumb before slipping it between my lips for me to lick. His eyes darkened when my tongue darted out to swipe across his skin.
“Ye’re fecking sexy.”
“Hm.” I rose, and he went to grab my dick through my pants, but I shook my head. “This was for you.” I fell back into my seat.
“Are ya both done now?” Corbin’s bored voice droned, and we both shot him a glance. His chair was upright, and the newspaper was laid out across his lap. Whether he had a reaction from what he’d seen or not wasn’t determinable, but his gaze was alight with interest. Any man with a pulse would get turned on from seeing a blowjob, though, so it wasn’t surprising.
“Don’t get any ideas because he’s mine. Ye find yer own man.” Cillian winked and tucked himself back into his underwear and pants before zipping his fly. He didn’t bother with the button.
Corbin snorted and rearranged his newspaper on his lap. “I’ve got a perfectly beautiful woman at home in Ireland, lads. I don’t need a man to suck my cock.”
Cillian rolled his eyes. “Aye, I’ve heard that before.”
I leaned in closer to Cillian. “I talked to Jamie. Sloan’s not pissed at us. Well, he probably is, but he hasn’t called us back because of the Joaquin thing. Fionn getting hurt made him want us at home. He wants us to be back in the city to protect the Company.”
Cillian’s shoulders slumped. “Thank feck.”
The door Jamie had gone through earlier flew open and Jamie stomped through, his brow furrowed and face scrunched in anger.
“What’s up?” Cillian asked, straightening.
“Sloan’s been arrested.” Jamie crossed his arms and clenched his jaw. “The feckers arrested him because he shot one of Reyes’s men after Fionn took a bullet. It was fucking self-defense, but the cops aren’t seeing it that way.”
“Fucking hell.” Corbin threw the newspaper into the seat next to him and turned so he was facing Jamie. “They want him in jail.”
“More than that, they want the Company to tear itself apart.That’stheir plan, I fucking know it.” Jamie threw his hands up in frustration.
My stomach roiled. In all our years, Sloan had never been arrested. The cops never had anything on him, and I never expected them to ever get him.
“What do ye mean they want the Company to tear itself apart?” Rage burned in Cillian’s eyes, the obvious desire to rip someone’s insides out of their body a familiar feeling.
“Well, even if he’s only in jail until the trial, the Company’ll be left to Fionn and Conall. Ya know what some of those blokes are like, though. They think Conall is Sloan’s whore, and Fionn’s a child.” Jamie groaned and fell into his seat. “This is a fucking disaster.”
“No doubt there’ll be the guys who think they should be in charge, too,” Corbin said.
“What about Daire? They’d listen to him.” Cillian leaned forward. “He’s second-in-command.”
“And he’s worryin’ about Fionn right now. He doesn’t have his boss brain on.” Jamie laid his palm over his mouth. “It’s gonna be chaos when we get home. I just know it.”
“Sloan will have precautions in place.” At least, I wanted to believe that. “He’s the kind of boss who prepares for everything, even his arrest.”
Jamie nodded. “You’re right there, Aspen.”
“And Daire might be worried about Fionn, but he’s got his head screwed on right.” Cillian rested his hand on my thigh and squeezed. “The only thing we need to worry about right now is getting home to the Company and our boys, and then we’ll handle whatever comes at us. We’re Company men. We’re used to shite like this happening. We’ve toughed out worse.”
Jamie grinned. “Fucking aye, we have. The cops ain’t got nothing on Sloan. His lawyer will have him out by tomorrow.”
