Vail hummed and slid around to cuddle up against my back. “That was very brave of you to stand up for all of us.” The apple scent of his favorite shampoo tangled in my nose. His hair was slightly damp from sweating while he’d played, and I wanted to bury my face against it. He kissed my ear, and my eyes nearly rolled back into my head. I’d been wired and ready for more since I’d blown Rowen earlier.
“You’re teasing me,” I said, angling my head to the side so Vail could kiss down my neck.
“Not at all. It’s all well and good to bluster when ye’re armed to the teeth and have a hundred men at yer back, but ye do it with nothing. Ye’re either very brave or.... Ye know what, that’s what it is. Ye’re brave.” Rowen cleared his throat and furrowed his brow.
“Brave or very stupid,” Vail said absently before he sucked a kiss on my neck.
Rowen sighed.
I had to laugh, even though I was the butt of the joke he hadn’t wanted to tell.
“I care about Vail. And you.”
Vail nipped at my neck playfully, and I hissed. “Don’t I get kudos for winning a perfect game? I provided our next round of beer.”
Laughing, I turned my head to snag Vail’s lips in a kiss. We broke apart to refill our mugs.
Rowen sighed. “Guess I’ll try the bloody game.”
Vail nodded in encouragement and his eyes sparkled. “You can do it, Rowen!”
We ended up staying far longer than any of us meant to because it turned out Rowen wasn’t half bad, but he was determined to get a perfect game. He was more competitive than I’d realized, and it was almost two in the morning before he admitted defeat and we all took stock and realized none of us should drive home. Vail was terrifying behind the wheel when he was stone-cold sober. I’d found that out the hard way. He stayed on the road just fine but had absolutely no sense of direction and froze up in bad traffic. Before Rowen and I could stop him, Vail texted the man who had been driving him around when he tutored.
“Oh no, they’re gonna think I can’t hold me alcohol!” Rowen shouted over the noise of the bar, which had only gotten more obnoxious as the night dragged on.
“It’s okay. You can hold your alcohol,” I said, poking his side. “I’m the one who has pissed ten times since we started drinking.” He growled and chased me all the way out of the bar while Vail waved goodbye to people he’d met during the night and followed after us.
“Goodbye, Wilbur!” he called cheerfully to the bartender who had brought out his free pitcher of beer.
“It’s Wilton!” he called back.
Vail didn’t seem to hear him because he was already waving at someone else. We only had to stand outside for a few minutes—or maybe I didn’t notice time slipping past because it didn’t take Vail long to kiss me in between sliding his lips across Rowen’s. When the car pulled up, Vail gave me a wink and opened the back door, then crawled all the way across the seat. “Rowen, come sit by me. I’ll be a perfect gentleman,” he called out, words full of an innocence I didn’t believe.
Rowen groaned but did as he was told, and that put him between me and Vail as I settled down onto the seat and closed the door.
“Where to?” the driver asked. He was gruff and I didn’t like him. He had a flat cap pulled low on his head that I wanted to tell him looked stupid out of spite. I wasn’t sure what about him got under my skin until he glared in the mirror, and I noticed he had blond hair almost the same color as mine. He reminded me just a little too much of Padraig.
Vail didn’t seem to notice the irritated tone and leaned forward. “Home, please?” Then he turned and attacked Rowen’s neck. I licked my lips because I knew exactly how good that felt. My dick tented my jeans as Rowen’s soft moans filled the cab. The driver hadn’t turned on music. Vail’s eyes glittered as his gaze met mine in the dim light. It seemed like he was inviting me to get the other side of Rowen’s neck so that was exactly what I did.
Rowen’s skin was soft under my mouth. His pulse jumped as I licked across it. He’d taken his time shaving and his beard had a clear cut that I respected. It wasn’t always easy to get the line straight and even. I licked along the spot where the hair started. He shivered and gasped, and I slid my palm along his thigh toward his dick, only to snicker when I landed my hand on top of Vail’s. He squeezed Rowen, and I put more pressure on Vail’s hand until we were giving Rowen a strained, dual massage that had my dick aching for some friction.
“Bloody fecking hell,” Rowen whispered, and I didn’t miss how overwhelmed he sounded. As far as I knew, he’d never been the center of attention like this, and I didn’t mind giving it to him. He was handsome as fuck. I tickled my fingers through his beard, and he dropped his head back to give me more room to do that, so I massaged his chin. I’d never touched another man this way and it was wildly intimate.
“That feels good, loves,” he whispered, and I nearly came in my pants at that light, musical accent, which was so different from Cillian’s. Cillian never sounded gentle like this. Vail moaned and nearly put me right over the edge. My heart hammered so hard I heard it in my ears. My dick struggled against my pants and my cockhead throbbed.
Rowen rested his hands over ours in his lap and shook his head.
Vail and I both stopped.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Vail hummed.
We both moved our hands to his thighs while Rowen let out a long breath.
“I’m sorry.” Vail kissed his cheek. “I didn’t ask if you were okay with this. Are you okay with it? You seemed fine in the bar, that’s why I assumed, and I’m truly sorry.” Vail’s hurried, rambled apology made me reach over to squeeze his shoulder.
A light chuckle escaped Rowen. “No worries, angel. It’s just improper.” He glanced toward the back of the driver’s head.
