“Our mess,” Rory corrects.
“We know what we’re doing,” Tiernan replies. “And if anyone has questions, we have people who will deal with those too. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
I shake my head. “I’m not. I just…” My gaze travels around the room, to each of them. “Thank you. Whatever I have to do to pay you back. I’m indebted to you.”
Rory grins. “You sound like you owe the Mafia. This isn’t a movie.”
“Idoowe the Mafia.”
“Just don’t fuck this up,” Tiernan interrupts. “Don’t betray us. Don’t fuck with Rory. You have a pass right now, but it can be revoked at any moment, and if we revoke it, Cillian will take care of you.”
“Oooh, shit. Sucks to be you. Cil might seem levelheaded, but he’s dangerous. He’ll make it hurt,” Rory teases. How strange is it loving that he can joke around about his best friend murdering me?
“I don’t know what planet you live on, but Cillian doesn’t seem levelheaded to me,” I reply, and everyone laughs, even Cillian. “Also…you’re my boyfriend. You don’t sound real worried about my painful death.”
Rory cocks a brow. “Boyfriend?”
Oh shit. I have no idea why that word came out. I was just being playful and trying to keep the sudden comradery we all had going, and now…now I might have fucked up. But what else did he think I meant when I said he’s mine?
I shrug, trying to play it off like I’m not freaking out inside. “I told you you’re mine.”
“Boyfriend,” he tests the word. “Works for me,” he answers simply, then lifts another spoonful of cereal to his mouth, as if it’s all just that simple.
I’ve never had a boyfriend in my life, but apparently, I have one now. And I want it, want him.
I can’t keep myself from looking over at Cillian and Ollie, at the way Ollie smiles and how it feels like it warms the whole damn room. Like all the good in the world is wrapped up in him. Cillian seems…skeptical but curious. He wraps his arm around Rory and pulls him close, pressing his lips to Rory’s temple, and all I can think is…that’s what love is. Rory told me some things go beyond romantic love, and I didn’t really get it…but I do now.
“Now that we have that out of the way,” Tiernan says, “Cil, I want you and Shai to go to Boston and pick up some shit from Conan.”
“I have to work today,” I answer.
“Call in,” Dean replies, and okay, maybe he’s right. Tiernan is clearly trying to get me to spend some time with Cillian, and strangely, I want to. If Rory is going to stay mine, Cillian and I have to be okay.
“I will,” I agree.
“Jesus Christ, T.” Cillian rubs a hand over his face, but he doesn’t argue, just looks at me and says, “Go get ready. We leave in an hour.”
I nod, then glance at Rory, who says, “If you’re going to share me, the two of you have to be able to play nice.”
“Hey, I’m nice!” I counter. “It’s him you have to worry about.”
“If I wanted you dead, you’d already be dead,” Cillian answers.
“Cil…” Ollie warns.
“I’m not going to hurt him.” Cillian presses his lips to Ollie’s. He doesn’t kiss him innocently either, pushing his tongue into Ollie’s mouth, and Ollie whimpers in response. Not gonna lie, my dick twitches.
Rory eases in, mouth close to my ear. “They’re beautiful together, aren’t they?”
“Yes.” They are. There’s no denying it.
“Can we not have orgies at the fucking breakfast table? Jesus Christ,” Tiernan complains.
Cillian pulls away from Ollie. “Because I don’t walk into the room half the time with you and Dean sucking on each other.”
My eyes bug out. Do they all just hook up in front of one another?
“They like to mark,” Ollie explains. “He means sucking on necks, not…you know.”
