“God, I love it,” Rory says breathlessly. “Love it when you breed me.”
A strangled sound comes from Ollie. I look over and see Cillian rubbing Ollie’s dick through his jeans, see him lose control too, coming in his pants from seeing me and Rory.
I slide my fingers into Rory’s load again, lift my hand to my mouth, and lick it clean.
What do we do or say now? I’m not used to this, don’t know what to expect, but then I see Cillian lift Ollie in his arms.
“Get out,” he tells us, not like he’s angry or regrets what we did, just desperate for his boy, and I don’t get to see that. Not yet.
“Let’s go, boyfriend,” Rory tells me as Cillian tosses Ollie to the bed.
We walk out, leaving our clothes behind, Rory closing the door behind us.
“Was that okay?” I ask when we’re in Rory’s room, making sure I didn’t read that wrong.
“Yes. Cillian or Ollie wouldn’t have done it if they didn’twant to. It’s just not what Cillian expected, I think. On the surface it might not seem like he’s possessive over Ollie because he shares him with me, but there’s not only one way to be possessive. Just like there’s not only one way to love. What we did, what I’ve done with them, will never diminish Cillian and Ollie’s love for each other. If someone doesn’t get that…” He shrugs. “It’s on them. Not us. Cillian will be okay. He’ll fuck Ollie, claim him as his that way, and then he’ll be thankful he shared that with us. I wouldn’t have allowed it to happen otherwise.”
“You know a lot about love.” I grin at him, and he smiles shyly back.
“I’m learning. That was…okay for you?” he asks. “For us? It didn’t change anything?” Rory looks away, like he’s afraid of the answer.
I wrap him in my arms. Rory has given me more than he’ll ever understand—love, sex, friendship, someone who would do anything for me the way I would them. No one has ever cared for me that much. “We’ll always be good,” I tell him. “You areeverythingto me. I love you, don’t you know?”
His back stiffens, and I feel it, the jolt of panic beneath his skin.
“So that means you’re not paying me back with sex anymore?”
We haven’t been doing that for a long time, and he knows it. “I’m serious.”
Rory stalls for a moment, then says, “I don’t know how.”
“What do you mean?”
“Love…this kind of love. I don’t know how. I’m obsessed with you, though.”
My heart pumps harder. Would the words be nice to hear back? Yes. Do I think he doesn’t feel them because he can’t say them, or because he’s got this block in his head thatprevents him from seeing how fucking full of love he is? No. I feel it. I know it. I’m thankful for it. “I think you do a good job of it already, and even if you don’t think so, you’ll learn.”
He nods like he believes me, then takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom, where we shower together, kiss lazily, and I tell him over and over again that I love him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Rory
Aislin grabs anothershot and downs it in a quick gulp. “Fuck, that burns!” She slams the glass onto the table again.
“You suck at this game.” Zuri wraps an arm around her and kisses her cheek. Ash grins at her like everything is right in the world. Does she love Zuri? I think she does.
We’ve smoked a whole lot of weed tonight, played probably too many drinking games, and while I’m having fun, I can’t stop thinking about what Shai said to me earlier.“I love you, don’t you know?”Like it’s so easy, like it’s something everyone should see or know or feel.
I don’t get why he loves me or how he knows he does, but I’m glad for it. I want it. I hope I don’t screw it up.
“Be nice to me,” Ash tells her, nuzzling in.
“The two of you are staying the night,” Tiernan says, going all daddy on them.
“I know, brother.” Ash looks at Zuri. “He thinks he’s responsible for everyone.”
“Iamresponsible for everyone,” Tiernan counters. “And the everyone keeps growing,” he mutters, making us laugh.
