“Is that a challenge, mate?”
He shrugged. He hadn’t bothered taking his trousers off, same as me, and I figured, feck it, I might as well get down to work.
“The one who gets off first loses,” Vail said, catching on to the undercurrent between me and Aspen.
I snorted. “Piece of cake.”
“For me,” Aspen said. “You’ve got a short fuse.”
I showed him my cock and glared. “This is not short.”
Vail grabbed his legs and wriggled his arse in my direction, and I dove in cock first, sliding between his cheeks into his beautiful, tight hole. Groaning, I settled home and glanced at Aspen out of the corner of my eye. Rowen had gotten up off the bed and I wasn’t surprised to see him on one of the couches with his cock in his hand.
I mauled Vail’s lips and snapped my hips, thrusting deep. He slipped his legs over my shoulders, and I took that as a sign to go hard.
“Ye miss some rougher handling, bug?” I nipped his chin. “Ye want it rough?”
He nodded. “Oh yes.”
“They can’t do it right, eh?”
Fallon swatted at me, but Aspen kissed him and distracted him.
“I love what each one of you does with me, and I missedyou,” Vail said, melting my heart all over again.
Vail clenched his body around me, always able to tease me just right, and I growled, unleashing on him. Between Aspen and me, the bed was rocking enough that anyone could’ve been flung off who didn’t have someone on top of them—and Vail and Fallon were lucky Aspen and I were so willing. I planted my hands on the bed to hammer into Vail, and he was making those sweet sounds that always made me want to fuck him forever. His brow furrowed and he had his head tilted back, exposing his long neck.
I leaned down and dragged my teeth along his skin right below his ear and he yelled.
“Oh fuck, oh yes, please,” Fallon said, then mumbled other things under his breath. A hand brushed mine as pleasure began to tighten my groin and warm tingles swept my body. I glanced at Aspen and realized he had his hand over mine. I linked our fingers together.
Vail clenched around me and his hands flew up to hold me closer. I couldn’t feel his cum because I was still dressed for the most part, but I could tell by the way he shivered against me and his hole squeezed on my cock that he was spraying his jizz between us.
And I was done.
I rutted deep into his arse and my balls unloaded while sharp bursts of pleasure swept my body. It was over too goddamned fast, although, no less perfect than always. I kissed Vail lazily, and Aspen’s fingers clenched on mine. I turned my head in time to see the pinched expression he made when he was on the edge, and then he groaned and sank his teeth in against Fallon’s neck.
“Oh fuck.” Fallon panted through the pleasure and pain. When Aspen sat back, Fallon’s shirt was spotted with his own cum.
“You got off first,” Aspen said, smirking at me.
I shrugged. “Ye know, I don’t think there’s a loser in this game.”
He chuckled.
Fallon gave me a shy smile and a wave, and all at once, I had to have him, too.
“Ye look good covered in yer own mess,” I growled at him, and he flushed. I leaned over and brushed my mouth over Fallon’s warm lips. Vail moaned as I pulled out of him and slid toward Fallon, and Aspen laughed while he moved around me, his front brushing my back. He grabbed a good handful of my right arsecheek, and I grunted as I glanced at him. Feck, I was so happy to be home with all my guys.
EPILOGUE - PART 2
DR. VAIL MIFFLIN, PHD IN HISTORY
I turned the page.Ghost in the Wireswas a fascinating book. “Do you think I could learn to be a hacker like Mitnick?” I mused out loud as the sun slipped through the glass panels of the greenhouse to warm my face. I breathed in the scent of earth and rich spicy roses, which did a lot to relax me.
There was a laugh nearby that startled me, and I glanced over at Conall. Purple smudges made his eyes look too wide and his dark hair was pulled back in a flawless bun. He absently ran his fingers along the red collar around his neck that matched his suit. I felt awful for him. I’d never seen someone who appeared so lost and put together at the same time. He leaned against one of the tables he used to pot plants, but rather than taking a break like he’d said he would do if he came out here with me, he was reading over a report someone had handed him earlier. He wasn’t enjoying the greenhouse the way he normally did.
I frowned. “Weren’t we out here so that you could take some time for yourself?”
