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)
“The first time we did this,” Rory says, “I asked Cillian if I could kiss him, but now I’m asking you. Can I kiss him, pet?”
Desire, hot and harsh, rushes through me. “Yes, fuck yes.”
Rory takes Ollie’s mouth, my friend moaning into it. They’re gorgeous. I can’t take my eyes off them, seeing Rory’s tongue in his mouth, hearing all the sounds Ollie makes, watching them rub against each other.
It’s not until the bed dips beside me that I realize Cillian took his clothes off, that he’s naked, sitting next to me, the two of us watching the men we love together, and somehow, it strengthens the ties between all of us.
“I couldn’t do this with anyone else,” Cillian says, the heat of his thigh close to mine.
“I know you don’t share Ollie with anyone but Rory.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. I couldn’t share Ollie with anyone but Rory, yes, but I couldn’t let anyone see Ollie but you. I couldn’t share Rory with anyone but you either. I think I knew it from the start, that you would be different for him, and part of me was jealous about that. Maybe jealous isn’t the right word, but my falling in love with Ollie made Rory worry we’d lose us, but we didn’t, and then when you were there…I thought I would lose him because of you.”
“Never.” I turn my attention from our men to Cillian—Cillian who is lethal and beautiful and all fucking heart. “I would never take him away from you. You loved him before I knew him, when I couldn’t be there for him. I wouldn’t have him if it wasn’t for you. There would be no Rory if not for you. I will forever owe you because you kept him safe until I could find him, and though he’s mine, a part of him will always be yours…which means a part of me is yours.”
He clears his throat, and I know it’s emotion stuck there. “And a part of me is yours.”
We smile at each other, the moment we’re sharing as vital, as real, as the one Rory and Ollie are having.
“They’re incredible, aren’t they?” Cillian says as they kiss.
“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Rory pulls away from Ollie, leaving my friend breathless. “Come on, Bunny. They got to bond, and now it’s time for all of us to.” He takes Ollie’s hand, the two of them stepping over. Ollie kneels in front of Cillian, Rory doing the same for me.
“I fucking love his piercing. Love to play with it with my tongue, love the feel of it when it brushes my prostate. He fucks me so good.” Rory watches me with hungry eyes.
“That’s because you have such a perfect little hole. My hole. Only I can fuck it.”
He grins up at me. “I like it when you talk possessive to me.”
I laugh because everything is so fucking fun with him.
“I’m so hungry for it, Cillian. Please let me suck it,” Ollie says from his spot in front of Cillian.
“My dirty boy is so cock hungry for me, aren’t you? You can always suck it. Every part of me is yours.” Cillian threads his fingers through Ollie’s hair, easing him down.
I tremble when Rory lashes his tongue against the piercing in my dick, thread my fingers through his hair too as he slides his mouth down my erection. I still feel Cillian’s leg against mine as Rory and Ollie blow us. Cillian’s arm brushes mine, our breathing matching as we’re both treated to the most intense pleasure.
But somehow, it’s not enough.
“Come here,” I say, crawling backward onto the bed. They all move with me, like everything we do is together, this unbreakable unit that is finally one.
Rory and Ollie kneel in the center of the bed together, Cillian and I behind them.
“I want to see them kiss again,” I tell Cillian. “I want to feel it.”
“Me too,” Cillian replies. “I need to feel it with you.”
“I want it so bad,” Ollie says, and then he’s kissing Rory, the two of them making out between us.
I have my hands on Rory’s hips, holding him, feeling him, and then…another touch, this one different, unsure but strong, and I know it’s Cillian.
My eyes dart up to meet his around Rory and Ollie between us, his fingers twining with my right hand as we hold Rory’s hip together. The fingers of my left hand twitch, then tentatively move, landing on Ollie’s hip, where Cillian is holding him…and then he’s holding my hand there too, both of us touching, centered by the men we love. Little shocks of pleasure shoot from my fingertips to my chest, exploding in a kaleidoscope of color. Cillian and I are connected through them, holding them together, my man and his, as the two of them enjoy each other’s mouths.