But somehow, it’s not enough.
“Come here,” I say, crawling backward onto the bed. They all move with me, like everything we do is together, this unbreakable unit that is finally one.
Rory and Ollie kneel in the center of the bed together, Cillian and I behind them.
“I want to see them kiss again,” I tell Cillian. “I want to feel it.”
“Me too,” Cillian replies. “I need to feel it with you.”
“I want it so bad,” Ollie says, and then he’s kissing Rory, the two of them making out between us.
I have my hands on Rory’s hips, holding him, feeling him, and then…another touch, this one different, unsure but strong, and I know it’s Cillian.
My eyes dart up to meet his around Rory and Ollie between us, his fingers twining with my right hand as we hold Rory’s hip together. The fingers of my left hand twitch, then tentatively move, landing on Ollie’s hip, where Cillian is holding him…and then he’s holding my hand there too, both of us touching, centered by the men we love. Little shocks of pleasure shoot from my fingertips to my chest, exploding in a kaleidoscope of color. Cillian and I are connected through them, holding them together, my man and his, as the two of them enjoy each other’s mouths.
“You’re trembling,” Cillian says to me.
“I can’t describe it… It’s like every happy moment I’ve ever had combined into one, multiplied by a million, and that’s how I feel. Like I can’t contain it, all the feeling too big.”
I love them all so fucking much. Rory is my whole fucking heart, but Cillian and Ollie are entangled there, like it’s impossible to have one without the other, and I wouldn’t want to. I have more than I deserve, more than I ever thought I would have, and I want to fucking revel in it.
“I feel it too,” Cillian admits, brushing his fingers against mine.
Rory turns his head, lips breaking away from Ollie’s, and I take his mouth, trying to show him with my kiss how much this means to me, how muchhemeans to me, and that I’m never ever letting him go.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Rory
This is incredible,like I’m feeling too much, like I’ll come apart, dissolve, and I’ll be thankful for it because everything they do, every touch, every moment, every kiss and word and look fills me up, makes me whole.
“I want you,” I tell Shai. I need to feel him inside me, need the stretch, to feel possessed, grounded, complete.
“Me too, baby,” Ollie whimpers. “I need you so much,” he tells Cillian.
“Should we get our boys all opened up for us?” Shai asks Cillian, adding another layer to the fortification of me.
“Fuck yes. Then we get to breed them together,” Cillian answers.
“I love it when he comes in me,” Ollie says. “Love to be full of Cillian.”
“It’s so fucking good, Bunny. I’d walk around full of Shai’s cum every second if I could.” I turn to Shai, heart trying to break through my chest and into his. “How do you want us? You know how hungry my hole is.”
He chuckles. “I do. How about on your stomachs first? I really need to eat you out.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me how good it feels to get your ass eaten,” I tell Ollie as I lie down.
“I thought you could tell by how I lose my mind when Cillian does it to me,” Ollie answers, joining me.
“I love to have my face in his ass, my tongue up his hole as far as it goes.” Cillian runs his hand along Ollie’s thighs.
“My fucking cherry. So sweet.” Shai spreads my ass cheeks, rubbing a finger over my rim.
“Put your tongue in it,” I order.
“He’s my bossy boy,” Shai tells Cillian.
“But he’s a good boy for you too, isn’t he? Just like Ollie is for me.”
