When he finally managed to get breath into his lungs again, he returned the gesture. “I don’t know. It’s a small breakfast.” He laughed before I could comment and held up his hands. “Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t resist.”
“Come here,” I growled out, grasping his wrist and yanking him back onto my lap, straddle style, moving my knee so it didn’t get the brunt of his weight. Any pain was worth it if it meant I had him against me. I brought a palm down on his arsecheek, and he gasped. “Don’t make jokes about my cock or I’ll make sure you don’t get it until you apologize.”
He rolled his eyes and pressed his tongue to the inside of his mouth. “You wouldn’t last that long. You like using that weapon on me, Boss.”
“Don’t tempt me into teaching you a lesson.” Another slap to his cheek, and he ground his hard cock against my stomach. “Although, I could choose not to let you come instead. Maybe another cock ring would suffice. It’s been a while.”
He groaned and dropped his forehead against my shoulder, rolling his hips to grind himself against me again. “I’m sorry, Boss. You know your dick is perfect. I fucking love it.”
Another spanking.
“Language.”
Lorcan’s choked pleading broke our moment. “Please. Please, Boss.Sloan. Please. I’m so thirsty. I can’t breathe.”
Conall sat back and stared at the radio, lips pursed in thought. He was beautiful like this, his dark hair loose and falling in waves around his shoulders. The piercings in his ears glinted under the morning sun.
“What are you thinking, Pet?” I rubbed his arm, gaining his attention.
He looked at me, eyes a little sad. “I think we should give Lor a chance to say goodbye to his father. Lorcan is a prick, but he’s still Lor’s family. He’s inside right now.”
I sighed. I had planned on telling Lor that I killed his father, but Conall was right. He did deserve to say what he wanted before Lorcan died. Waving my hand at Ronan, I told him to go get Lor, and he left immediately.
I drew Conall in closer and caressed my knuckle down his cheek. “You are a good man, Pet.”
He rolled his eyes, then smiled. “Lor’s one of us, right?”
“He is.”
“Which means Lor is family. Unlike his father, he’s never betrayed you.” He kissed a line along my jaw and brushed hishand through my hair, which was still dark because I hadn’t had the time to get my stylist here yet. “Seeing your natural color is strange.”
“Do you like it?” I teased.
He laughed. “I do, but I prefer the bleached blond. It’s your signature look. Everyone knows Sloan Killough and his white blond hair. Let me help you dye it. I’ll do it myself.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I’d like that, Pet. Now let’s deal with this before Lor gets here.” I didn’t give him time to argue because I was already unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants before reaching inside to grab his cock.
Conall gasped, leaning backward and nearly falling off my lap, but he managed to right himself as I squeezed his sensitive length more firmly.
I hissed as my knee throbbed in pain at the weight, and he inhaled sharply.
He bent forward this time, and a shiver swept through him. “Sloan. Fuck. Are you all right?”
“Fine.” The agony swept up my leg and thigh but didn’t affect how hard I could get for Conall. Nothing would. The pain was all part of the game. “I’m going to make you come, Pet, and then you’re going to say thank you. How does that sound?” I nuzzled my nose against his cheek and stroked his cock, brushing my thumb over his slit. He hissed and pressed his face into my neck, latching on to my pulse point with his teeth. He sucked on my skin, teeth marking me as his. Nobody needed the proof, but I loved when he thought it needed to be there.
I jerked his cock faster and his shaft pulsed under my palm. He shuddered and cursed, murmuring my name against my neck as he came. His cum splashed over my fingers, and when I was sure he was done, I raised my hand to my mouth and licked it all off.
He watched with droopy eyelids before he cupped my face and kissed me so we could share his cum. He moaned into our connection, and I looped my arm around his waist, holding him as close as I could. Conall was my world and everyone knew it.
“I love you,” he whispered against my lips. The first time the words were shared had shattered a wall, cracking open my armor. I’d never get sick of hearing Conall say it. And I’d never tire of telling him the same.
“I love you, too, Pet. Now let’s clean you up before Lor gets here.” I grabbed some napkins, and together we wiped Conall down as well as we could.
We finished as Ronan and Lor approached, and I made sure Conall was buckled back up before they reached us. The moment Lor arrived at the table, the puppies jumped to their feet, barking madly as they raced around his legs in excitement. Apparently, they liked him as much as we did. He crouched to pet them with a small smile. When his father let out a wretched groan, Lor froze. His eyes went wide as he rose and turned to the radio. His hair was starting to grow back, and I was surprised to see some natural blond curls rather than dark.
“Is that?—”
“Your father, yes.” I held Conall in my lap, not willing to let him go because I loved him near, and this was supposed to be our day. “He’d ordered the traitors to kill Conall and Fionn.”
