He sighed. “Until the boss is back, there is no time that’s mine.” He sounded so serious that I winced. Conall’s playfulness was missing.
“But maybe a small break would be helpful?” I smiled at him when he glanced at me.
With a sigh, he came over and sat on the bench next to me, still reading the report. I tried to peek at the papers, but he nudged me with his elbow.
“No, don’t do that.” He flashed me a small smile.
“Just a tiny little—”
“No,” he said, tone stern.
I frowned at him. “Please?”
He gave me a small wisp of a smile. “Sloan would kill me if he got back and I told him I’d let you read any of this stuff.”
“No, he wouldn’t, do you think? But what if you didn’t....” I stuck one finger toward the papers, and he snorted. Something caught my attention from the corner of my eye and I glanced out the window. Cillian and Aspen were standing in the backyard together and they looked good.Really good.I didn’t know if they’d done it on purpose, but their suits matched today. They were both in royal blue and my dick tingled at the sight. It was so cold that I’d worn a coat to walk out here, which was slung across one of the tables, but they didn’t seem to be fazed.
Fallon strode across the yard to join them, poetry in motion. I smiled because we’d all fucked him this morning and he’d been a blissed-out puddle when we were done. I loved feeling that way after getting fucked by all my guys, but it was fun to know I was making Fallon feel fantastic, too. He took his hair down out of the bun it was in and shook his head, and I sighed a little as his golden hair cascaded down. I chuckled and thought maybe he’d pulled that move on purpose because Cillian and Aspen were both staring at him now while he shook his head again and tucked the hair tie into his pocket. I liked watching my men together because they were so handsome, but Rowen was missing.
Delight thrilled through me as Rowen wandered over and touched Fallon’s elbow. Oh, good, now they were all there.
They were so cute. I rested my forehead against the cool glass. Aspen took a step closer to Cillian.
“What are you staring at?” Conall asked, and he turned so he could look, too.
“Do you think they’re closer?” I pressed my nose against the glass, and Conall snickered, nudging me until I sat back. “Aspen and Cillian, I mean.”
“Hm. Maybe,” Conall said.
Aspen reached over and took Cillian’s hand.
I couldn’t stop my loud gasp. I smacked Conall’s shoulder.
“I saw!” he whispered, slapping his hand over mine until I stopped.
When I glanced at him, he had a smile on his face, but it seemed pained. Guilt slammed my stomach and turned it into a stone. I was happy about my love life while his boyfriend was in jail. I gave him a quick hug but didn’t take my focus off Aspen and Cillian holding hands like it wasn’t even a thing.
I got up to run toward the door, but Conall dragged me back down onto the bench at his side. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to ask when this started! It had to be Miami. What if they’re doing other stuff together?” My fantasies spun out into a tangled stream of naked good times that could be had by all, and I licked my lips. “Ooh, I wonder what they’ve been doing while they were alone.” My dick thrust against the front of my pants as I considered all the various possibilities in detail.
Conall snorted. “You’re the only man I know who has four dicks to pick from and would still get this excited about hand holding. They aren’t fucking on the lawn. Their fingers are touching.”
“You don’t understand.” I smiled at him. “And that’s fine. I’m excited because I love them and this means we can all love each other.”
“I’m glad you are a part of something so good,” Conall said, then whapped me in a friendly way with the report he’d been reading.
A thought struck me. “Do you know someone else with four boyfriends?”
“No,” he said with a laugh.
Aspen tugged Cillian closer, and Cillian shoved his chest lightly but went. “See! They’re not in bed! That was one hundred percent on purpose. They’re flirting!”
“You should give it time if they haven’t mentioned it,” Conall said, and he had that serious tone that made me itchy all over. It was as close as he ever came to telling me I was gearing up to do something I shouldn’t, and I didn’t like it. He only ever seemed to act that way when I had a deep need to do what I was talking about doing—so bad that not doing it was almost a torture.
I slapped a hand to the window and sighed. “I am terrible at waiting. I hate keeping secrets. I keep so many of them and I want to know this!”
“Shit!” Conall darted off the bench and over to the table, opening his report to a random page.
