“I’m going to come.” There was barely a warning before his hole tightened and he let out a long moan.
I groaned, wordlessly telling himto do it.
And he did.
He stiffened, whimpered, and quivered as he came. He flopped unceremoniously on the comforter, grunting and uncaring about the jizz beneath him. I didn’t want to stop sucking on his hole, but he was satisfied, and I made myself pull back.
My cock thrummed with need and I did one of the most impulsive things I’d ever done in my life. I tugged down my pants, freeing my cock, and jerked off fast. I came within seconds, dumping my load all over Fallon’s back like an animal in heat claiming his mate. I threw my head back, twitching as the last traces of cum left my balls and joined the rest on Fallon’s skin.
He tilted his head, grinning. “Did you really just jizz on me?”
My mouth curved as I shuddered through the remnants of the orgasm teasing my insides. “Cillian leaves bruises. I leave me load.”
He burst out laughing. “Are you going to rub it in so everyone can smell it, too?”
I rolled my eyes and shifted off the bed. Yanking up my pajama bottoms, I held out my hand to him. “Let me help ye take another shower.”
He kept laughing. “You better. You filthy animal.”
I couldn’t help it. I chuckled.
* * *
Weeks had gone by since Aspen and Cillian returned home. We were given work to do by Sloan, and it was nice to settle into a routine with the boys back. Fallon, Vail, and I felt whole again, and I even took Cillian’s snarky comments on the chin. We celebrated my birthday, which was how I figured out where Eamon had really gone on his vacation. I couldn’t be mad at him for stopping around his parents’ house, especially when Vail showed me the video Eamon had gotten from our childhood home.
By the time we were ordered to a club to capture a bloke who enjoyed beating up whores, everything was normal.
Mostly.
It was obvious there was tension between Aspen and Cillian, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was wrong, though I suspected it had something to do with Cillian getting a bug up his arse about something. Aspen didn’t normally hold grudges, and when I’d tried to ask about it during a lunch outing with him and Vail, Aspen had more or less told me to mind my own business.
Dining out for chimichangas had been interesting, though, and when Aspen had asked me about Fallon, instead of telling him the truth about how committed I already am to him, I’d brushed it off as something very new—which itstillis. Yet, there’d been a moment—short and sweet—when I’d checked out Aspen, too.
Starting a relationship with Fallon was opening my mind to a lot of possibilities.
The adventure at the club hadn’t lasted long, with Conall getting a call from Sloan to come back to the mansion immediately.
And that was how we found ourselves at Sloan’s dining room table. Aspen, Conall, Jamie Shannon, and I sat on one side, while Cillian, Corbin, Daire, Ardan, and Fionn sat on the other. Fallon was still somewhere in the house teaching Lor self-defense, like he’d been ordered to do for the night instead of coming with us to the club. Ardan was the only one who seemed as if he knew what was going down because his face was pale and he appeared ready to upchuck his dinner. He held himself stiffly.
Sloan was at the head of the table, his jaw tight and eyes bright with an anger that had my spine stiffening. Whenever he looked like that, it meant things weren’t going well. It seemed to be one thing after another, but that was the usual when it came to being in a mob. Everyone wanted a piece of the pie, or in our case, the city’s illegal cash flow.
Sloan tapped his finger on the wooden table and inhaled deeply. “Joaquin is alive.”
Cillian let out a long breath. “Feck. How?” He spun his attention to Ardan. “I thought he was confirmed dead!”
“He was.” Ardan straightened and clasped his hands together. “My informant was wrong. There was a Reyes family member caught in the explosion, but it was Noa Garcia, not Joaquin.”
“How is that possible?” Jamie slapped his hand on the table. “I thought your informant was a professional, not a bloody amateur.”
Ardan glared at him. “I could say the same about you.” His gaze roamed around the group before landing back on Jamie. “You chose to detonate the bomb when you couldn’t confirm that Joaquin was there.”
“We made a choice while we were in a difficult position.” Jamie fell back against his seat and disappointment slid across his face as his chin dropped. He ran a hand through his thick brown curls.
“Well, the informant is no longer under our employment.” Ardan’s hazel eyes flashed dangerously, and it wasn’t difficult to work out what he meant. Someone would find a dead body in Miami tonight.
“It is done,” Sloan snapped angrily. “And now the element of surprise is ruined.”
Fear slid down into my stomach and churned there as I glanced briefly at Cillian. His frustration was evident in the stress lines around his face and the way his jaw twitched. He was already torturing himself, and I wished I could talk to him. But anything I said was never taken well.
