He does have a point. Dealing with someone else’s shit on top of our own isn’t ideal, but we did it for Ollie. “Trouble finds us, and we find trouble, and we deal with it. That’s never going to change. Shai doesn’t think his father is a problem. Thinks he’s a fuckup who managed to get somecontrol, but he won’t be scouring the country for a whore who got away. Our bunny will be safe.”
“You too,” Cillian tells me.
I choose to ignore that because am I ever really safe? “I believe him when he says he doesn’t think the guy is coming. That doesn’t mean he won’t, but we’ll pay attention and watch for outsiders.”
“T needs to know,” Cillian says.
“Because I’m friends with him?” Ollie asks, still sounding annoyed.
“Yes. I’m not trying to be a dick here. This guy has a shady past, so we all need to be aware and make sure his problems don’t become ours. So we can protect what’s ours—each other and our organization. Even if you weren’t friends with him, Kitten, T would still need to know because this dumbass is fucking him.” He nudges me with his foot.
“It was really good sex. He didn’t quite dick me down the way you do Ollie, but I’m definitely into it.”
Ollie’s cheeks turn pink. “Oh my God.”
“What? It’s hot what Cil does to you. Don’t be shy, Bunny. It’s just us.”
“Well, we don’t have to talk about it.” He leans over me and buries his face in Cillian’s chest. Cil fucking glows, and I smile, loving seeing him this way.
“So…are you going to become a needy little bottom now?” Cillian asks me when Ollie pulls away from him.
“I might. I liked it. You should try it sometime.” And then I find myself adding, “He’s cool, Cil. A bit wild, which is fun. He’s a musician.”
He frowns. “Why are you trying to sell this guy to me?”
“Do youlikehim?” Ollie asks.
“What? No. I like his dick. And as I said, he’s fun. He’s my pet. Not the way I used to call you my pet. We simplyhave…mutual interests, and we like playing with each other.”
“I want to invite him over,” Ollie says.
I can see the wheels spinning in Ollie’s brain, so I clarify. “We’re not going to be boyfriends. That’s not my thing.”
“I want to invite him over as my friend. I like him.”
Cillian growls, then climbs over me, easing Ollie to his back and lying on top of him. “He can’t have you. You’re mine.”
“I don’t want him,” Ollie says, rubbing his cheek against Cillian’s. “I’m yours.”
Cillian ruts against Ollie, kissing his neck. Ollie’s arms wrap around him, soft, needy noises falling from his lips. He spreads his legs, encircling Cillian, and I roll onto my side, head resting on my hand as I watch them. It feels like forever since we’ve done this, when really, it’s just a little over a month.
I’ve only actually been with them once, but I watch them too. Not all the time, of course, but the moments when the three of us want it, when we want to fortify this tether between us.
“Do you want me to get you off, dirty boy?” Cillian says against Ollie’s skin. My blood is already running south, my dick firm in my jeans. “Just hearing you talk about liking someone else makes me feel the need to claim you.”
Ollie’s eyes flutter behind his glasses, the pink in his cheeks darkening. “Yes, Cillian. Make me come. Please. Show me who I belong to.”
“That’s my good boy,” Cil says on a smile. “Do you want Rory to stay or go?”
Ollie looks at me.
“It’s up to you, Bunny. It’s always up to the two of you. I’m cool if you want me to dip.” As much as I enjoy this, I don’t ever want him to feel obligated.
“Stay. I like the way it makes me feel.”
“God, you’re so fucking dirty and I love it,” Cillian tells him. He sits up on his knees, pulling open the buttons on his shirt, then throwing it to the floor. He tugs Ollie’s shirt off next, before working at his pants. Seconds later, Ollie is beautifully naked—flushed skin, hard cock, chest rising and falling in quick, excited breaths.
“Isn’t my boy beautiful?” Cillian asks me.
