Chapter Fourteen
Shai
My fingers move across the frets of my guitar, my back against the wall as I play. My phone buzzes beside me, a video call from Rory coming through. The corners of my mouth immediately curve up before I force them into a straight line again.
What. The fuck. Was that?
There’s absolutely no reason I should be fucking smiling because Rory is calling me.
For a moment I consider ignoring it but then give in and answer the damn call. If I don’t, he’ll show up at my house, which…wouldn’t be a bad thing, really. It would give me something, or someone, to do. Something about Rory soothes this constant itch I’ve always had beneath my skin.
“What do you want?”
“Let’s jerk off together.”
“What?” My eyebrows rise, and he grins at me.
“I’m horny. I just watched Cillian and Ollie come.”
“Just watched?” Why didn’t he jerk off with them?
“Yes, and then I came back to my room to play with my pet. Do you want it or what?”
I mean, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit the thought of it is hot. That my pulse isn’t beating faster, and my chest isn’t puffing out more because he could have come with them, but he chose to call me. I can’t give in too easily, though, so I say, “For another five hundred?”
“Fuck no. We’re not even in the same room.”
“Then what do I get out of it?”
“A fucking orgasm?” he says, then lets the phone scan down his body.
Rory is already naked, his dick long and leaking against his belly.
His balls are full, plump, and damned if I don’t want to bury my face in them, if I don’t want to burrow my nose in the red hair of his groin and see what he smells like.
“You have a little drool on your mouth,” he says when the phone is angled at his face again.
“Fuck you. Two hundred,” I counter. We can’t be doing this for free.
“Fine. Get naked.”
I set the phone down and my guitar to the side, trying to ignore the pleasure tingling in my gut. I get the lube, then grab the phone again.
“I want to see your dick,” he tells me.
“You’re so fucking bossy.” But I show him. I’m just at a half chub, but it won’t take me long to get there.
“Get it hard for me, pet. I want to see that big fucking cock of yours.”
“Jesus,” I hiss. “Didn’t you just realize you’re bi?” He’s way too good at this.
“Pan, I think, and kinda. I always knew it was a possibility for me. I’ve fucked people with Cillian since I first started having sex. I know that doesn’t mean anything, but it was only a matter of time for me. Set the phone where I can see all of you better.”
I set the phone against a can of soda on the nightstand, angling it so he can see my body. “That good?” I wrap a hand around my shaft.
“I think I might trace every one of your tattoos with my tongue.”
My dick twitches, already growing harder, throbbing against my palm. “That can be arranged. Can you put your phone between your legs somehow? I want to see you jerk off, but I want to see your pretty hole again too. I’m fucking dying to be inside you again.”
“I fucking loved it. Cil asked if I’m gonna be a needy little bottom now, and I can’t even deny it. I wonder how many dicks I’ll take after you.”
There’s an uncomfortable twitch in my chest hearing him say that, but I ignore it. “You told Cillian about us?”
“Why wouldn’t I? Ollie too. And I’ll have to tell Tiernan tomorrow. That’s how we keep each other safe.” He manages to get the phone leaning up between his spread legs. He lies down again, his full balls, dick, and hole the main attraction, but it’s angled so I can see up his torso and his face.
“But not that I held a gun to your head and stole from you?”
“Not until I’m ready for you to die.”
I roll my eyes. “Can you still see me?”
“Make me come first, and then we’ll worry about you.”
I shake my head. Of course he’s worried about getting his own nut first. “Fine. I want you to finger yourself when you jerk off. You’ve got the hungriest little hole, and we have to keep it nice and fed.” His balls constrict in a sexy-as-hell way. “Fuck, you like that. You like how I talk to you.”
“No shit. It’s sex talk.” Rory doesn’t hesitate to lube up, spread his legs farther, and rub his rim while he jerks himself off.
My dick is feeling painfully neglected, but I don’t touch myself.
“You know what I think? I think you’d look so fucking hot in a pair of pretty panties.
” I imagine the lace against his skin, seeing someone who is so fucking lethal wearing something so soft and sexy.
“Would you do that for me, Cherry? Would you wear something pretty for me?”
“Only if you promise to fuck me harder next time.”
I let out a moan, plucking at my pierced nipples. I will never tell him this, but he might be the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. I love how he’s up for doing or trying anything. That he would wear something like panties for me without a second thought.
“Fuck your hole. Pretend you’re getting it ready for me.”
“You’re lucky I think it’s hot when you’re bossy.
” He pushes a finger in, the muscles in his thighs tightening briefly.
He keeps stroking his dick, sliding first one, then two fingers inside himself.
God, I wish it were me, want to feel all that tight, hot heat around me again.
Working off this money is going to be my favorite thing ever.
“That’s it. You’re a little whore for it, aren’t you? Such a greedy cock whore.”
“Fuck yes.”
His words go straight to my balls. God, this man really does it for me. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been.
I watch his ring stretch around three fingers, watch him stroke himself and fuck into his fist, enjoying showing off for me.
“You like this, don’t you? Love knowing I’m hard and aching and can’t take my eyes off you.”
“You know it. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, and you’re going to beg me to do it.”
A sharp stab of fear pierces me because somehow, I already know he’s right. “Then I’m going to ruin you for anyone else too. You crave all this cock, but none of it will ever feel as good as mine.”
Rory’s body tenses, his fingers shoved deep in his ass.
His body arches up, mouth dropping open, eyes falling closed as he shoots stripes of cum all over his chest. I wish I were there to lick it off him, to feel him tremble and shake beneath me.
How is it that I’m so fucking addicted to this man already?
“That was good. I needed that.” He grabs the phone, doesn’t seem to mind that he has a cummy hand. Rory is…something else. “Your turn, pet. Stroke it for me. Take that thick cock of yours in hand and shoot your load all over yourself. Then I want you to eat it for me.”
“You say that as if I don’t do that all the time.” I wink at him, and Rory gives me a blindingly bright smile. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile that big.
I put more lube in my hand and begin getting myself off, one hand on my dick, the other playing with my balls.
“You look so fucking wild, and I love it,” he says. “You look the way I feel.”
My movements stumble at that, his words hitting in a way I can’t describe. I get myself together and keep going, though, chasing the orgasm that’s right there, so fucking close I feel it brushing against my skin.
“Now that I’m thinking about it,” Rory says, “I like what you suggested earlier, like the thought of wearing something like that when I do bad things… I don’t mean fucking you, but the thought of panties against my skin when I’m following someone, when my fist connects with their face, when my finger presses down on the trigger.
I’m a dangerous little cherry, aren’t I? ”
My orgasm comes out of nowhere, hits me like a rogue wave, burying me beneath the pleasure. I bite my tongue, taste the blood, arch and come, feeling like I’m flying. And when my balls are wrung dry, I watch him as I lift my hand and lick my jizz from my fingers.
“Fuck, pet. You are so goddamned fun.”
He’s fun too.
“I should go,” I say, shifting uncomfortably.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I frown. “Tomorrow?”
“Yep. I have a feeling Cillian will pay you a visit.”
Well, shit. That doesn’t sound nearly as fun as fucking Rory.
*
I’m at work the next day when Ollie arrives flanked by Rory and Cillian, who’s holding Ollie’s hand.
Cillian is definitely hot, though not as sexy as Rory.
His hair is dark brown, thick, and hangs over his forehead.
He’s taller and broader than Rory and Ollie.
Rory has a nice body, with defined muscles, but he’s wirier than Cillian.
There’s no doubt in my mind that Cillian’s muscles are incredibly cut beneath his clothes.
The restaurant is slow and I’m not on the register today, but still, I tell Chuck, our coworker, “I’ll take care of them,” because they’re here for me. I don’t want Cillian to think I’m afraid of him or that I’ll back down.
“Okay,” Chuck says, disappearing into the kitchen.
“What’s up, pet?” Rory says when they reach the counter.
“Cherry.” I nod at him, my gaze flicking toward Ollie and Cillian—Ollie smiling while Cillian frowns. I settle my attention on Ollie. “You have a good trip?”
“We did. Cil got to meet my dad. It was good seeing him. By the way, this brooding, possessive man who is about five seconds from pissing on my leg is my boyfriend, Cillian.”
“Four…three…two…” Rory grins, and I chuckle.
“Nah, I don’t have to do that. I think Blondie here knows not to fuck with what’s mine, right?”
“You don’t let your boyfriend have other friends? Are you afraid he’ll leave you?”
“Oh no,” Ollie says.
“Well, this is gonna be fun,” Rory adds.
I’m paying attention to the two of them, so I don’t realize what’s happening when Cillian’s arm shoots out. His hand wraps around my throat, and he yanks me over the counter.
“Cillian! What the hell!” Ollie reaches for his arm, but Rory wraps his arms around him, pulling Ollie away from me.
“Let him do what he needs to do, Bunny.”
He’s squeezing me, and it’s becoming more difficult to get a breath in, but not enough that I’m afraid.
“Um…Shai?” Chuck says.
“It’s fine,” I grit out. A couple of people in the restaurant are watching, but no one says anything, knowing better.
“This isn’t a game,” Cillian tells me. “He isn’t a game to me.”
“I’m not playing…not with him, at least.”
“Get out of here, Chucky,” Rory says, and Chuck listens.
Cillian’s voice is vicious when he says, “There’s nothing I won’t do for Ollie.
If he wants to be your friend, fine. Just know that if you hurt him, you die.
If someone else hurts him because of you, the same thing.
You can make this out to be whatever you want, but he’s mine and I’m his, and I’ll burn the motherfucking world to ash for him if I have to.
” He drops his hand, then straightens his clothes as I suck in a sharp, gasping breath.
“You and Rory can play your games, but the same thing goes for him. You do anything that gets him hurt in any way, and you won’t like the consequences. ”
Rory’s hold on Ollie has slackened, and he says, “He loves us,” as if this is all a joke and just another day in the life for them.
“What would you like to eat, Kitten?” Cillian asks, soft and loving, in total contrast with how he spoke to me. “You haven’t eaten since breakfast and need food in your stomach before your shift starts.”
“Just pepperoni is fine,” Ollie tells me.
I place the order, along with three drinks. Cillian pays, then he and Ollie head toward a table, Ollie clearly giving him a piece of his mind as they go.
“He’s protective,” Rory tells me.
“No shit.”
And maybe it’s wrong of me, maybe it means there’s something fucked up inside me, but I respect Cillian for caring so much about those he loves.
“He’s good to Ollie,” Rory adds. “Don’t get ideas in your head.”
“I’m not, and strangely, I believe you. I’m just even more confused about what’s going on with the three of you.”
“Jealous?”
“Turned on.”
“That’s my pet.” Rory grins, then joins them at the table.
My gaze flicks toward them every now and again, Ollie looking like he hasn’t let up on Cillian yet.
“Dude, are you okay?” Chuck asks when he rejoins me.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You know who they are, right? You don’t want to fuck with them.”
No, I don’t want to fuck with them, but I crave them, crave what they have. “I’m aware.”
When their pizza is ready, I make sure to bring it out to them so Cillian knows he didn’t chase me away.
“What time do you clock in?” I ask Ollie.
“Five.”
Cillian drums his fingers on the tabletop. They’re long and elegant but also masculine. They’re a piano player’s hands. I can imagine them dancing along the keys and feel the urge to play. I don’t have my keyboard anymore, so I haven’t played since we moved to Ashford.
“Cool. I’ll see you soon, Ollie.” Then to Rory, “Text me, Cherry.”
He cocks a brow. “Always looking for trouble.”
He’s right. At least I have been since moving here.
I head back to work. They eat, and when five comes around, Rory and Cillian leave, Ollie coming over to get to work.
“I’m sorry about that,” he tells me.
“It’s cool.”
“It’s really not,” Ollie counters.
I shrug. “I would do the same for someone I care about.” Which is a strange thing to realize is true about me. He frowns, forehead crinkled up. “Plus, it keeps things interesting. I think I’m gonna like it here a lot more than I thought.”
“Um…wow. I see why Rory likes you. Cillian will too, it’ll just take him a while.”
I cross my arms. “Rory likes me, huh? I’ll have to make sure to tell him I know that.”
Ollie laughs. “Oh boy. We’re going to be in trouble with the two of you, aren’t we?”
“I hope so,” I tell him, wearing a smile I actually feel.