“We’ll take care of each other,” I add.
He’s my cherry.
The man I hunt.
The man I fuck.
Possess.
My boyfriend.
My obsession.
The man I love.
I will ground him when he needs it, indulge him when he needs it. Forever and always.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Rory
“I’m fucking starving,”I say to the room full of people.
“You’ve literally been eating all day,” Dean says.
“So? Also, I want to get high, and I’m bored.” I turn to Shai. “Baby, can we go out and play?”
By play, I mean fuck, which he knows.
“It’s cold outside,” he says.
“Can we go upstairs and play?”
“You can’t do your hunting sex thing in Fia’s house!” Ollie exclaims.
Um, did he forget what we did here the other night? Cillian cocks a brow, telling me not to mention it. I cross my arms and pout.
We’ve stayed in Boston for a couple of days, everyone needing to come down after what happened. Plus, we’ve been trying to figure out how to deal with killing a whole lot of people in a random house. Flynn and Finan took care of the owner—an innocent casualty to the life we live. I don’t know if they killed him, are blackmailing him, or gave him money to sell the house and keep his mouth shut or else, but whatever they did, I’m sure they made the right decision.
“Tiernan, Cillian, and Rory, come set the table. Dinner isalmost done,” Fia calls to us from the kitchen.
“What about Ash?” Tiernan argues, sounding like a child, something he rarely does.
“I helped cook, asshole.” She sticks her tongue out at her brother, Tiernan pretending to try and grab it.
It’s always something special to see him this way, to see him let go. It happened even less when his father was alive, but that soft place has always been something Fia gives him.
“I’ll help,” Shai says.
“Me too,” Ollie adds, Dean already following Tiernan.
“What’s up with Conan and Fia?” Shai asks softly. “He’s always watching her.”
“Nothing. I mean, he’s in love with her. He’s been in love with her for as long as I’ve known him, but she doesn’t see him that way. For her, he’s her best friend, and after Sloan, I don’t think Fia will ever get into a relationship again.”
“Damn.”
“He should try dick,” I say.
