Page 92 of Sweet Vengeance
I nod.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Cillian
Ican’t believethis 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 quietclickbehind 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 wouldbe 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 wordyesfalls 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’rethe most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I move behind Ollie. My left hand finds a home on his hip, my right against his neck. His skin is warm to the touch. He whimpers into Rory’s mouth when mine presses against the other side of his throat, sucking and licking him. A tremble races the length of me when Rory’s fingers lower just enough so our hands are touching…and then our fingers thread together, our anchor between us, this man who has turned my world upside down. This man who has given me my music back and made me brave enough to fall in love.
I kiss Ollie’s throat while he makes out with my best friend, the warmth of Rory’s hand still firm against mine. I let my left one slide up Ollie’s body, grab his face, and turn his head to the side. He comes easily, gives me his mouth and I take it, the two of us losing ourselves in the kiss.
“Fuck…you guys are so hot together. I want to see him naked, Cil. Let me get your boy out of his clothes.”
I love that, love how Rory calls Ollie mine. He is. We all know that, and not only is it sexy, but it reinforces what is happening here. Ollie is mine, and I’m his, but when Ollie and I wish it so, we create something bigger between the three of us.
I pull back, and Ollie whimpers again, a needy look on his face.
“Get him naked,” I tell Rory. “He’s already dying for it. He’s so fucking dirty, Rory, you don’t even know. He loves cock so fucking much, and now my dirty boy is going to get two of them.”
“Cillian,” Ollie says breathlessly, in unison with Rory’s curse.
“We’ll take care of you.” I press a quick kiss to his lips. “You’ll get all the dick you want. We’ll make you come so hard, you’ll never want to come down again, but when you do, I’ll be there because you’re mine, and I take care of whatbelongs to me.”
“Yes, Cillian. I’m yours.”
“Good. Now let’s let my best friend get you out of those clothes.”
When he shivers, it goes straight into me, straight into Rory too, I see it in the way he watches us.
