Ollie flushes.
My dick twitches.
Cillian darts a look in my direction, as if checking if what he said is okay. That he’s not overstepping, which has to be hard for him because he never had boundaries with Rory until me. “I’m not so sure it’s his gun,” I say, letting him know it’s okay.
Rory hasn’t been with the two of them since the night he watched them, then called me. Cillian and Ollie have watched us fuck twice so far, though, both times Cillian pulling Ollie away to fuck him alone afterward.
I get it. He’s shared everything important to him with Rory since they were five years old. They have a history I’ll never be a part of, and he’s not ready to share that with me. Maybe he won’t ever be, but I know I want it. Want to experience the connection Rory and Cillian have with each other in those moments, want to be immersed in their past, their brotherhood, their bond. That’s how Ollie explained it to me—said it’s overwhelming, like his love for Cillian is moreintense because he feels Rory’s, and that he feels what Cillian does for Rory in those moments too. It sounds…indescribable, like a dream, like this deep, sacred place most people could never reach, where platonic love and romantic love collide, and it’s beautiful.
“Pet?” Rory says my nickname like it’s a question, and I realize I must have been lost in thought.
“Hmm?”
“It was my gun.” He holds it up, then sets it on the side table, before leaving Ollie’s lap to straddle mine.
Rory kisses me, everyone in the room ignoring us, continuing their video games and schoolwork, while we make out and Rory makes sure I know I’m his. I do know, just like he’ll always be mine.
“The four of you should just fuck already,” Dean says when Rory and I come up for air.
“Oh my God. Why are we always talking about my sex life?” Ollie asks. “How is this my world?”
Cillian tosses the controller and pulls Ollie’s face into his chest. He whispers something in Ollie’s ear, and I swear Ollie’s whole body vibrates against Cillian’s.
“He’s probably calling him a dirty boy,” Rory says softly to me. “He’s Cil’s dirty boy.”
I never would have thought it when I first met him, but now I have no doubt. “I bet he is,” I say just as quietly. “Sounds hot, but I just need my cherry.” I cup his ass, and Rory practically purrs against me.
“We have to go to work,” Ollie says, reluctance in his voice.
They’ve started scheduling Ollie and me together when possible, and we’ll ride together to work, or Cillian or Rory will drop us off. If Rory doesn’t have stuff to do for Tiernan, he’s always there watching me anyway; sometimes I’ll see himsitting at a booth inside, but others he doesn’t come in, yet I always know he’s there.
“You should quit your job and be my house husband,” Rory tells me. Still, he climbs off my lap and lets me up.
He goes with me upstairs while I clean up, then says we’ll take Cillian’s car to work, and later, Rory will be down to see me. Ollie gets off an hour before me, so Cil will take him home and Rory will wait for me.
The Pizza Palace is busier than usual. I’m running around the whole time, don’t even have the chance to speak with Ollie much or keep an eye out for Rory. Still, I feel the shift in the room when he arrives, this invisible connection between us, this frequency in the air that only Rory and I can feel. I look up as he and Cillian walk in together, Rory laughing at something Cillian says, just before Rory’s gaze catches me.
God, the way he smiles at me. There’s absolutely nothing like it. He makes me feel like I can fucking fly.
“I can’t believe it’s ten already.” Ollie tugs off his apron, then gives me a hug. “I’ll see you at home.”
“See you soon,” I reply, knowing Cillian and Rory are watching us.
I bring Rory some pizza and a soda.
“Fuck. Best boyfriend ever.” He grins widely before digging in.
The restaurant has slowed down now, the last hour of my shift dragging on. When Chet finally lets me go, I remove my apron, clock out, then wash my hands, before heading out to meet my man.
“Thirty seconds too long.” He grins.
“I didn’t want to smell like pizza sauce.”
We laugh, and I take his hand, heading for his BMW, and everything is perfect, so fucking perfect.
We’re not in the car two minutes when my phone rings.No one ever calls me except Rory and my mom, so I know without looking who it is. My heart sinks, fear making the back of my neck prickle. That’s not a normal response, but no good ever comes from my mom calling. I’ve adjusted to the fact that her calls have been less frequent lately.
“Mama Kat?” Rory asks.
