ROWEN
When Sloan had calledto tell me that they had heard Reyes was here—blessing New York City with his bullshite—I hadn’t known quite what to expect. He’d directed us to meet him at a bar in Manhattan, and as soon as he’d ended the call, I’d gone straight back to the brownstone to grab Fallon.
Walking in on Mickey McCorkell staring at a nearly naked Fallon wasn’t what I’d anticipated. Watching him run out of the house when I’d told him to go had been satisfying, though. While Fallon went to get dressed like I’d ordered, I received a message from Mickey.
Mickey: Sorry!!! Didn’t know Fallon was there nearly starkers!?!???
I rolled my eyes and called him. He didn’t get a word in before I spoke. “If ye mention what ye saw to anyone, I’ll cut off yer knackers, got it?” I’d never been as jealous or possessive as the others, but I also didn’t enjoy the fact that Mickey had now seen Fallon looking so good in only his boxers.
“I won’t.” He laughed nervously. “You won’t be telling Cillian, will you?”
My fist curled at my side. Cillian again. Why the feck were they so worried about him, but not me? It wasn’t him I would worry about if I were Mickey. Everyone underestimated my jealousy. I was a pretty bloody reasonable bloke, but I didnotlike another man ogling Fallon’s body.
“Mickey....” I gritted my teeth. “Houl yer whisht, ye bloody lickarse.” I slammed my thumb on the End Call button and glared at the screen.Arsehole.
By the time Fallon was finished getting dressed in a suit and we were back in the Lexus, his cheeks were a bright red and he was unusually quiet.
I cleared my throat, and he winced.
“I was expecting you, not him.” Fallon groaned and dropped his face into his palms. “Why was he even here?”
“Because, ye muppet, he was in the area helpin’ out, too. There’s more than one bedroom in that place.” I glared through the windshield at a car. The driver had slammed on the brakes for no damned reason. I slapped the horn, and the driver flung their hand out the window, giving me the bird. Feckingeejit. Would I be in trouble for ramming him up the arse? I certainly felt like doing it, but he veered off into another lane, then turned right, disappearing before I could cause trouble.
Fallon pouted. “Are you mad?”
“No, I’m not bloody angry.” I sighed and dropped my head back against the rest, then whacked the steering wheel. “I fecking hate that he got to see ye like that. No one but me and our boys should see ye looking that vulnerable. It’s one thing if ye agree to it, another if ye don’t.”
I might have been irked that Mickey was more scared of Cillian than me, as well. Religious or not, I could put a bullet in Mickey’s head. Hell, I could do it before he knew what was happening, but maybe that was the issue. Cillian tortured his prey, played with them until they were begging and screaming for death. I’d participated in that type of thing, like with Reed—a captured man who now belonged to Oisín, one of our top Company men known for being a thief. We’d done unspeakable things to him, cutting off fingers and making him scream. So, I could be just as fecked up as Cillian.
I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter now.”
“It does.” Fallon grabbed my hand and linked our fingers together. “I thought it was you. I wanted to look really hot foryoubecause you told me to keep my gun. Andcome on, I looked fuckable with only my boxers and holster.”
I snorted out a laugh and grinned at him. “Aye, ye looked yummy enough to eat.”
“Hah. I knew it.” He waggled his blond eyebrows. “So, how about after we’re finished tonight, you take me back to that brownstone and finally stick your dick in me? Take that thick, uncut dick and drill it into my hole?”
The image of doing exactly that flashed in my mind—Fallon, all creamy skin and long blond hair, splayed out on the bed for me as he slung his legs over my shoulders while I fucked into him—and I shivered.Yes, please.I’d never wanted our first time to be anywhere other than home, but we’d been toying with the idea of sex for too long. He’d been suitably wooed.
I gave him a smile. “Aye, rabbit. Let’s do that.”
He pumped his fist in the air. “Fuck yeah!”
I rolled my eyes and let out a long, deep laugh. “But no more giving other people a free show of what belongs to us. McCorkell won’t have time to be worried about Cillian if he catches another glimpse of yer pretty self.”
He brought my hand down to his cock, laying my palm flat against the hardness of his growing erection. He blinked at me, trying for an innocence that suited him, but missed the mark a bit in our current situation. “You don’t have to worry about him. Between the four of my guys, I got all the dick I need.”
I shook my head and gave him a good squeeze, earning a moan in reply. He rocked his hips up toward my hand, but I was in a mood to tease and pulled away from him. He gave me a mock glare. “Down, boy. We’ve got work to do. Can’t have ye running around after the Reyes Cartel with a hard-on.”
He chuckled. “It’s a weapon of mass destruction. We would win in an instant with this fire power.” He patted his cock, clearly proud of his innuendo. He grinned and I caught sight of him biting the tip of his tongue, something that always made me want to go after it.
I grunted out a laugh. “If ye say so.”
“I do.” Winking, he leaned back against his seat and settled in for the ride.
We passed a hospital, and I stared at it longer than I should’ve. I thought about the times Fallon had been hurt, including when he’d been put in an induced coma in the ICU, and the memories made me sick. I’d do everything in my power to protect him, even if that meant getting him a dog he didn’t want.
In the context of the city being New York, it didn’t take us too long to get to the bar Sloan had ordered us to. The traffic was shite and finding a place to park even worse, but I finally managed to find one in a multilevel lot that asked for an arm and a leg in payment.
