Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
I clean myself inside and out, not wanting to risk anything going wrong tonight, and I don’t even wait for second thoughts because I know I won’t have them. I know what I want, and it’s okay to want it, to need it.
I grab my phone off the nightstand and text him.
Me: I’m ready…for both of you.
Cillian: We’ll be right there.
I pace the room, wondering if I should have stayed naked. It seems silly to have gotten dressed, but then, wouldn’t that be awkward for them to walk in clothed while I’m bare?
My gaze darts to the door when I hear it open…and Cillian walks in. He closes the door behind him, my heart immediately dropping to my gut. Did Rory change his mind? Does he not want me too?
“He’s right outside, Kitten. I just wanted a minute with you first. Any limits? Anything you don’t want to happen?”
I try to think of what I wouldn’t be okay with, and anything that’s a no-go for me, Cillian wouldn’t try anyway. “No. Not that I can think of.”
“Okay. If you change your mind, you tell us at any moment, and whatever we’re doing stops.”
“I know.”
“Now, anything specific you do want? Something I need to make sure we give you?”
Again, I give myself a moment to think on it, glad Cillian thought of asking me these questions. “I’m not sure. I just know I want this…with both of you.”
“Good.” He nods. “We can handle that. We’ll make you feel good.”
“And you too, both of you. I want this to be for both of you too, for all of us.”
He grabs my face, closing the distance between us and crushing my mouth in a searing kiss. He presses his forehead to mine. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”
I smile. “I’m so fucking in love with you too.” I use his favorite word on purpose.
“You ready?”
I nod.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Cillian
I can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe how intense the buzz beneath my skin is. Sex with Ollie is already different from sex with anyone else, but now I’ll have this—sharing the man I’m in love with, with the other half of me.
Ollie is mine and this isn’t going to change that. I would kill any other motherfucker who tried to touch him, other than Rory, but having these moments between us feels right—feels like all it will do is fortify the already strong bond between us—all of us, in different ways.
I open the door, and Rory looks up at me, blue eyes slightly frantic, like he was afraid we changed our minds. It’s clear he needs this as much as I do, as much as Ollie does. In a world where so many people wouldn’t understand us, would judge us for this, between the three people standing here now, nothing makes more sense.
“We good?” Rory asks, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his slacks.
“Yeah, we’re good. Get your ass in here.”
He does as I say. The door closes with a quiet click behind him, and I make sure to lock it. I’d already texted T before we’d come up, letting him know that both Rory and I would be occupied and not to interrupt unless he had to. He was cool about it, the way I knew he would be. While Tiernan and Dean’s relationship is different, I can trust him to understand us.
It’s quieter up here than one would think. This house was made with strong walls, and the muffled music from below is faint. Tiernan will likely shut things down soon anyway, wanting to get away from people and have his time with Dean.
“You sure, Bunny?” Rory asks when he reaches Ollie, stopping right in front of him.
“Yes,” Ollie answers, conviction in his voice.
Rory turns to me. “You sure?”
I don’t have to give it a second thought before the word yes falls from my lips too.
I watch as my best friend, my brother in many senses of the word, my person, reaches out and cups the face of the man I’m so fucking in love with that I would incinerate the whole world for him if he asked me to.
“Can I kiss him, Cil?”
Ollie’s gaze darts to mine, and when I see nothing but want staring back at me, I say, “Kiss him.”
Rory leans in, his mouth brushing against Ollie’s more tentatively than I’ve ever seen him kiss anyone before. His tongue lashes at Ollie’s lips, and Ollie parts them for him. Rory takes that as the consent it is, pushing between his lips and tasting every millimeter of my man’s mouth. Ollie’s hands rise to Rory’s hips, holding on to them the same way he does me, as they kiss and kiss and kiss.
The heat in the room has already gone up a notch, my cock filling and throbbing as I watch them together. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. They’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.