Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“We didn’t want to be alone,” Cillian says. “We needed you.” Cillian eyes me, so confused, so penetrating, like he’s unraveling more truths he didn’t expect to find. “Both of you. We need to feel it. What Rory feels when he’s with me and Ollie, being a part of us, we need to feel it with Shai too.”
Rory doesn’t answer. He’s waiting for me to do that. I have to be the one. He’s giving me that choice, that power, and damn do I love him even more for it.
“We need that too,” I say, watching them, skin hot, heart swelling.
I used to think I hated Cillian, but how can I hate someone who loves so fucking big? I see it in him, feel his love for Rory and Ollie, his love for the rest of his family. Cillian is the heart, Rory the soul, and Tiernan the foundation that holds them together, but that heart and soul, I feel like they’re inside me too.
“I want to share that with you all,” I add. “The man I’m in love with and the people he loves.”
Cillian nods, Rory and Ollie letting us have this moment, letting us settle on this common ground neither of us expected to have.
Rory’s back is to me, my arm around him, hand running up and down his torso, the contact between us vital. “What are your rules?” I ask.
“Nothing sexual between you and Ollie. It’s not you. I wouldn’t be here otherwise, wouldn’t let you see Ollie if I didn’t trust you with him, but I don’t think I can handle that. Maybe one day, but not yet.”
“Okay. I only want Rory that way.”
“And I only want Ollie that way,” Cillian says.
None of this is about sex. Not really. Those who only see it that way don’t get us. It’s about me feeling Rory and Cillian’s bond, Ollie feeling it, and how Rory and Cillian connect that way. It’s bigger than sex, bigger than love even, and I’m so fucking grateful to be a part of it.
“You can touch Ollie’s hands, his face, but no kissing. I like to lock my fingers with Rory, for the connection. You can touch Ollie that way with me.”
My heart races, pounds in my ears, and I feel…so fucking open…to all of them. This moment was destined to happen, four pieces fitting together to create something beautiful.
“You can still do that with Rory too…and with me and Rory.”
“And me and Rory?” Ollie asks.
“You can have him the way you always have. I want to see that, feel it. I’ll bet the two of you are gorgeous together.”
“My bunny is so hot for cock, baby.” Rory pushes his ass against my groin. “Just like me. He made me want dick, and now that I’ve had yours, it’s even better than I imagined. I want it all the time. Want to ride your big, fat dick while he takes Cil’s.”
My cock twitches, sliding against his crease. “I’ll always give you what you want.”
“So fucking spoiled, aren’t they?” Cillian slowly lifts Ollie’s shirt, pulling it over his head. “I always give my kitten what he wants too. We can spoil them together.”
“I won’t argue with that.” Rory chuckles. “But you’re taking too long to get naked. Shai hasn’t gotten to see you yet.”
“So impatient,” Cillian and I say at the same time. We laugh, some of the nerves in the air seeming to dissipate.
“Can Rory come help me get Ollie naked?” Cillian asks, the question making energy pulse through me like an electrical storm, him setting the tone and showing me that he knows Rory is mine. That anything we do has to be okay with me, and damn, do I appreciate it.
I grab Rory’s face, seal our mouths together, tasting him, claiming him. “Yes. Go get Ollie naked for Cillian.”
Rory kisses me just as possessively before getting out of bed. He walks over, ass tight, cock hard and bobbing, Cillian and Ollie moving toward him, the three of them meeting near the bed. Ollie and Rory are facing each other, Cillian behind Ollie, their profiles to me.
“Hey, Bunny,” Rory says.
“Hey, Ror.”
“I get it now, feel it, what you do when Cillian fucks you. Shai gives that to me.”
“He loves you,” Ollie tells him, and I’m not sure my heart has ever been so full. “You love him. You have so much love to give, Rory.”
He does, even if he doesn’t see it.
Rory runs his hands up Ollie’s bare chest, his fingers brushing against Cillian’s as Cillian does the same. I suck in a sharp breath, the three of them stopping, all eyes turned to me as if they fear they did something wrong.
“No,” I say. “Keep going. It’s incredible.”
I stroke myself as I watch them, Rory’s fingers opening Ollie’s jeans, pulling them and his underwear down. He’s long and thin, with high, full balls, trimmed blond pubes, the skin flushed a pretty pink.