“I’m hungry,” he counters.
“For cock or food?” I tease, making him grin.
“Always for both. Food first, cock later. We have plans today, remember?”
Yes, we fucking do. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”
“Obviously. Let’s go eat.” He climbs naked out of our bed and walks toward the bathroom. Our house is obscenely large, just like everything with them, but this one is ours and I loveit. It’s in a wooded area outside Boston, with Cillian and Ollie on the same property. Dean and Tiernan live close by, but since they’re not quite as co-dependent as the rest of us and like their space, they kept a couple of miles between us.
Ollie, though young, is a highly sought-after defense attorney, who we happen to have on retainer. He and Cillian got married four years ago, and while things aren’t always perfect—it can’t be easy, the lawyer and the mobster—they love each other more than ever and have weathered any obstacle life’s thrown in their path.
Dean and Tiernan also got married, but unlike the huge event that was Cil and Ollie’s wedding, they disappeared together and came back with rings on their fingers and Dean’s last name changed. He was always meant to be an O’Shea, the two of them destined to be in each other’s lives since they were young—the boy who drew and his favorite muse.
Rory and I aren’t sure if marriage is for us, but that doesn’t change our devotion to each other.
Without bothering to get dressed, we go downstairs for breakfast.
“Cereal?” Rory asks.
“Real food. Sit. I’ll cook for you.” I put on an apron—we both have a habit of doing a lot of things naked, and I’d rather not burn my dick off.
“I get to watch you. My favorite thing.” Rory takes a seat at the bar while I make ham-and-cheese omelets.
“What’s our week look like?” I ask.
“Tomorrow night we’re down at the docks. We have that shipment of guns coming in. Next weekend, T needs us to fly down to Mexico and handle some business there. Cil will be gone. He and Ollie leave for one of their theme-park adventures.”
Ollie loves roller coasters, and Cillian had promised totake him to every theme park in the world. He’s been slowly fulfilling that dream for Ollie. There will never be a promise Cil breaks. Rory and I have gone to a few with them. It’s not our thing, but we’d all do anything to make Ollie happy.
“I teach a class tomorrow morning,” I say.
I did, in fact, get my GED and then my bachelor of arts in music, and now I teach private lessons. Murder and mayhem by night, music by day.
“Kat and Fia have that fucking gala,” he reminds me.
Shit. We have a lot going on.
My mom got her life together after the incident with Jagger. She hasn’t had a drug or a drop of alcohol since. Fia took her under her wing, gave her a secretary job at a charity organization she started. Fia is forever trying to put good into the world—I think to counter the bad our family does—and now my mom does the same. She specifically works with teenage moms, trying to help them get on their feet.
We eat breakfast together. Rory heads upstairs before me, cleaning himself, then prepping for our plans. It’s been a few months since we played our hunting game, and it’s something we both still need.
I clean up the kitchen, then go find him.
“I’m stretched and lubed,” he tells me.
“Good boy.” I grin.
“Hurry and get dressed. I’m ready.” He bounces, smiling widely, his eyes big and eager.
God, I love him, more than anything in this fucking world.
“Go. I’ll be right behind you.” This is one of the reasons we live where we do. We have the expanse of our property to play our games, and the only risk we run is being seen by Ollie and Cil.
“Bring a knife,” he says.
“Oh, you’re in a mood today, aren’t you?”
“Always.” He grabs me and kisses me. “Don’t make me wait.” Rory walks away, wearing loose-fitting pants I can easily get off him.
