He leaned down until he could devour my mouth, then twisted away from me. Cillian curled upward a little underneath me, and my dick throbbed as they kissed. I could hear the small sounds of their lips clashing together and it was like music. Aspen rocked, pushing firmly against my prostate, and between the sight of them kissing, their body heat pressed against mine, and the way I was stuffed, I shuddered. Heat coiled in my groin and exploded like a star while my balls unloaded. Every bit of me felt floaty and fantastic.
Then, they used me, just like I loved.
Aspen started out slow, taking his time, as if he had all night, and eventually Cillian got impatient and started thrusting. By the time they were both panting and grinding together into my ass, my dick was throbbing again and slapping against my lower abs. Cillian growled and held me close, and Aspen kissed me. I could feel them both swelling the slightest bit harder and bigger in my ass at the same time, and Aspen chose that second to gently tug my dick.
My eyes rolled back into my head and my vision grayed out for a moment as I shouted, emptying my balls for the second time while they pumped cum in my ass, making everything warmer and slicker in my body. There was so much jizz inside me it would probably leak out when I stood up.
After that things were a blur.
Aspen pulled out and Cillian did, too. I whimpered because the worst part of taking two dicks was always the moment when they left my body. I hated feeling so empty. Aspen scooped me up into his powerful arms, and they took me into the shower together. I yawned and leaned against Aspen as Cillian scrubbed me down under the blissfully warm water, and I was half asleep by the time they dried me off. I was pretty sure I walked to the bed myself, but I only stood there until Cillian lifted me and put me on the soft sheets.
“Never leave me again,” I mumbled as Cillian took the spot he’d been in earlier, curled against my back like a shield from the world, and Aspen cuddled me, forcing my head down against his chest.
“Can’t promise that, bug,” Cillian murmured. “Wish I could.” A kiss tickled the back of my neck.
“We promise to always hurry home,” Aspen whispered.
“That sounds a lot like you’ll be leaving all the time,” I said.
Aspen used his thumb to pull down my lip, which was maybe sticking out in a pout, and he did it until I smiled, but I didn’t open my eyes because I was sleepy again.
“Shh,” Fallon said from the other side of Cillian.
The three of us snickered, but then Cillian rolled over, attacking.
Fallon gasped as Cillian covered Fallon’s body with his, then yanked Fallon’s thighs up until he had Fallon’s knees hooked over his biceps.
Aspen hugged me. It was a lot nicer watching the others touch and caress each other this way. “I love you,” I murmured.
Aspen kissed my ear, and I smiled as Fallon fumbled his hand out toward us. Aspen laced their fingers together, and I rested my hand on theirs.
PARTIV
EPILOGUE
FALLON
The storage closet door was cracked, and I stood waiting on the other side. I rocked on my heels and rolled my shoulders, shivering a little because I’d left my shirt in the gym. I blew out a long breath.
“Come on. Come on.” I whispered, running my hands over my pink workout shorts. I plucked at the soft fabric. Vail had picked the shorts out, and when I’d tugged them on this morning, he’d told me at least ten times how much he loved the way they looked on me—so I was probably going to wear them every day of my life. Anything that had Vail focused on me was good.
But right now, I wasn’t worried about Vail.
“Fallon? Fallon!” Rowen called. His accent, which I loved a ton, made my name the audible version of cherry pie. He was out in the main area of the gym in Sloan’s house. “Fallon? Where are ye, rabbit? Why is he never where I think he should be?” Rowen murmured.
Snickering, I waited for him to do what he always did. He would walk around the entire room glaring at all the equipment before he left, and sure enough, today he did the same thing. I let him get past the door before I opened it and snagged his hand. He swung around toward me, and I dragged him into the closet, then slammed the door shut. The single bulb overhead was on and let me get a good look at him in his light blue suit. My elbow knocked against a shelving unit, rattling weights on the bottom and cleaning products in the middle, and my hip bumped a cardboard box to my left.
“What’s this ambush?” Rowen asked, and then I kissed him, and he got the idea pretty damned quick because he slid his arms around my waist and dragged me closer. My dick pushed against the front of my shorts and I rubbed it on him, not caring that I probably seemed more desperate than a cheap Friday night date.
“I was working out,” I whispered, then licked his lips.
“I know. And? How does that lead to this?” he asked, knocking his forehead against mine. I stood very still as he slid his hand into my hair and tugged the tie out so that it fell from the bun on the top of my head and brushed my shoulders. I shook my head and his breath caught.
“And... it makes me wanna fuck,” I whispered between us, oddly embarrassed to say that to him in a way I wasn’t with anyone else.
He snorted and shook his head. “Vail sitting reading also makes ye wanna get naked. ’M certain beer does the same. As well as staring at the ocean. Rollerblading.” He slid his fingers along my sides, and I wriggled against his front, groaning at the friction on my dick. “And breathing.” He nipped my bottom lip.
“Sure, but right now I wanna fuck with you.” I waggled my eyebrows and pressed my lips to his. Before long we were kissing without anyone trying to talk, which was just fine by me, and he slid his hands down to grasp my asscheeks. I was surprised when Rowen moved one hand around to cup my semi because I’d thought I would have to be the one to get both of us naked. I rocked against his palm and opened my mouth as he dipped his tongue inside.
