Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rory
I feel funny, my skin buzzing in a completely unfamiliar way.
Shai has made me feel a lot of unexpected things, confusing things, but it’s all amped up now, supercharged, all of it flowing through me, making me feel alive and jittery and powerful and…soft?
His.
Loved.
He wraps his arms around me, grabs my ass, pulls me closer, the lace rubbing against my ass and painfully swollen cock. We’re chest to chest, rutting against each other as he takes possession of my mouth.
I don’t have to think when I’m with Shai.
The loud noises that are always in my head, playing in the background, are somehow dimmed when he’s with me, when he touches me, when he tells me he loves me.
I never expected anyone to love me, and now I have my chosen family and Shai, and with him, everything is more.
I’m surprised when he lifts my arm and buries his face in my pit, licking and sucking and kissing.
It makes my dick even harder, makes me feel like I’m going to bust out of these panties, the lace getting tighter and tighter.
No one has ever done that to me before. Who the fuck knew the armpit was such an erogenous zone?
“Fuck.” I reach down, stroke his precum-slicked cock, while he moves from one armpit to the other, rubbing his face on me, licking the sweat off my skin and making my whole fucking world spin. “I want to do that to you.”
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
I lift his arm, breathe him in, sweat, musk, and Shai.
I want to bathe in it, in him. I rub my cheek against him the way he did with me, take a swipe with my tongue, taste the salt of him, his hair against my tongue, then do it again and again.
He grabs my face and seals our mouths together, both of us kissing hungrily, like we’re starving men and everything we need is in each other’s mouths.
His hands run up and down my body, and I stroke his cock, palm his ass, all that emotion, all that lust, and…
it’s there, I know it’s there, building higher and higher, that feeling I thought I wouldn’t be able to find, but it’s in Shai.
I push him down to the bed, straddle him, thrust against his dick, the lace making me feel sexier than I ever have, before I take his mouth again.
That feeling I’ve been searching for is right here between us.
I nip at his lip, taste the coppery flavor of his blood, swallow his moan because Shai needs this, whatever this wild, untamed thing between us is.
Love, love, love.
It’s love.
I kiss down his body, his flat stomach, to the head of his thick, pierced cock.
“God, I fucking love it,” I tell him, licking from the tip all the way down to his fat, full balls.
I breathe him in, savor the scent and taste of him.
His hands thread through my hair, my ass in the air as I look up at him, hold his cock, then suck it as deep as I can.
“Love you,” he says. “Love you, love you, love you.” Each time the words leave his mouth, I’m flying higher, that sensation building more and more inside me until I know I’m going to burst with it.
“Everything about you,” Shai says. “The wildness, the stalking, even when you almost go too far.”
I know what he’s doing, telling me I’m not too much, that I’ll never be too much and that whatever happens, we’ll find a way to make it work. He’s not going to leave.
I take him deeper, try to show him with my mouth and my hand how much that means to me, how much I need him, that as much as I love my family, he can give me something they can’t…and I want it.
“I love laughing with you and playing for you. Love watching movies with you, hunting you…robbing people with you,” he continues, and I smile around his cock. “Seeing the joy on your face when you spent the night connecting with the boy you used to be, putting together a model plane.”
That’s what I did tonight, isn’t it? I showed that boy that everything will be okay, that he’s not alone, that Cillian is still here…Tiernan is here…Ash is here…and now I have this—I have Shai.
I choke on his cock I take it so deep, want to feel him all the way down the back of my throat. He pulls me off him, though, flips me so I’m on my back, looking up at him.
“You’re mine, Ror.”
“And you’re mine. I’ll do anything for you, anything to protect you. If anyone fucking looks at you wrong, touches you wrong, they’ll have me to deal with.”
Shai grins, this wicked fucking grin that lands in my chest. “Good.”
He pulls the panties down so they’re beneath my balls, and then it’s him sucking me. He’s so fucking good at this. I want to hunt down every man he’s practiced on and thank them for it, then slit their fucking throats for touching what’s mine.
I fist his hair, pull it, fuck his mouth because I know Shai can take it. I know he loves it. My body is so sensitive, my skin tingling from head to toe, my brain exploding with sensation and truth, my heart beating so fast, growing so big, I don’t know how I’ll ever survive it.
Shai growls, tugs the panties down farther, and shoves my legs toward my chest. I hold them up for him, arms hooked beneath my knees as he dives straight to my hole.
“That’s it…eat me out. Tongue-fuck what’s yours. Open me all up for you, Shai. Show me you love me.”
He makes another hungry sound, flicking his tongue over my rim, softening me, pleasuring me.
I feel out of control, not in that place where I can’t be reached, but in a place where pleasure is king and Shai the only one who can deliver it.
I push his face into my ass. How did I not know how incredible this feels?
What it could feel like to be loved this way and touched this way.
“Fuck me,” I beg.
“I’m getting there.” He pushes his tongue into me, gaze meeting mine as he tongue-fucks me, my balls against his face in the hottest way.
He pulls back only to suck his finger, then pushes it deep within me.
My back bows off the bed, my body feeling like it’s splintering in ways I didn’t know were possible.
I practically thrash beneath him as he works one finger, then two inside me.
My body already needs less prep than before, and like a good lover, Shai knows exactly how much I need.
When I’m ready for him, when I’m melting into a puddle of nothing but want, he pushes to his knees, grabs the lube, and slicks up his cock.
“Look at me,” he orders.
“Like there’s anywhere else my eyes would be.” I only ever want to look at him.
He lifts my legs to his shoulders, his gaze so fucking intense as he begins to push inside.
“Mmm, yes, that’s it. My favorite fucking place to be. Your ass was made for my dick. I was made to be by your side…now and always…in everything.”
He pushes into me, and I can’t move, can’t breathe. Everything feels right, perfect, like all the pieces have settled into place, the picture clear in front of me.
Me and Shai.
Always.
He pulls back and thrusts in again, then again and again. Each time I’m climbing higher, hitting this place I’ve never touched, that I never knew existed, this pure, blissful spot where everything feels overwhelming yet not enough.
“That’s it. You take my dick so well. Look at you, my chaotic little bottom, always ready for my cock.”
Again and again and again, he gives it to me, praises me, tells me how good I am to him, what I mean to him, that he’s not going anywhere.
My eyes get blurry, and I swipe at the wetness. Am I crying? I’ve never cried in my life. I mean, I assume I did as a child, but not since I can remember. I didn’t even cry when I found Mom.
“Shh. I’m here.” Shai leans down, kisses and licks my tears away as he keeps fucking me, keeps making me feel good the way only he can. This man who gets me, parts of me that not even Cillian gets…and he gets us.
I seal our lips together, wrap my legs around him, wish this could go on forever. When he leans back and looks at me again, it’s like the sky opens inside me, emotion raining down, only for the sun to come out and make me feel like I’m glowing…
This, right here. This is the moment. This is it. I feel what I saw when I looked at Ollie that first night the three of us were together, and I understand it for what it is. This is what he feels for Cillian…what I feel for Shai…and now I can say it, I know it, I fucking live and breathe it.
“I love you.” I say the words with intent, and Shai’s pace stumbles.
“Say it again.” He smiles.
“I love you.”
He fucks harder and faster. We’re both right there. I can feel it. Like we’re in sync, like every step we take will always be together. He grabs my hand and licks it, and then I shove it between our bodies, stroking myself while he fucks me, stretches me, possesses me.
Loves me.
“I’m coming, fuck, I’m gonna shoot,” I say, and the second the words leave my mouth, his dick twitches inside me.
Shai cries out my name above me, filling me, emptying his balls in me, leaving another part of himself inside me.
I feel like I’m spiraling, like I’m in a free fall, my dick jerking, balls drawing up, cum shooting while we’re lost in this unknown world together.
And when we’re both done, he falls beside me, pulls me close, takes my mouth in another kiss before saying, “Tell me again, Cherry.”
“You’re getting awfully bossy.”
“Please?”
How can I deny him that? “I love you.”
“I know.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I love you too.”
We lie together, catching our breath, until my stomach growls.
“You’re a bottomless pit,” he teases. “Come on.”
We do a quick job of cleaning up, and I grab my plane on our way downstairs. The whole crew is in the kitchen, making breakfast, everyone turning silent when we walk in.
“I’m in love,” I say.
“You didn’t know that?” Dean asks.
“I’m emotionally stunted, asshole.” I give him the finger.
“We heard.” Ollie blushes.
“Yep. Me too,” Ash adds. “Heard some banging as well.”
Zuri shrugs. “Sorry. Kinda hard to miss.”
“Am I supposed to be embarrassed? He can fuck me on the kitchen table in front of all of you for all I care. He’s got a great dick.”
“Oh Jesus.” Shai rubs a hand over his face.
“What’s that?” Tiernan asks, pointing to the plane in my hand, but he knows, both he and Cillian do, and they’re staring at it.
“My plane.”
“He stayed up all night building it,” Shai says. “You probably need to get some sleep soon.” He wraps an arm around me and kisses my temple.
“You got that for him?” Cillian asks.
“Yes,” Shai answers.
He walks over to us, lifting the model plane from my hand. He studies it, turns it around like he has to inspect every part of it. “It looks great,” Cillian finally says, before his gaze turns to Shai. “Thank you.”
“I love him. You don’t have anything to thank me for.”
“I want to find a place for it down here,” I tell them.
“What about on the piano?” Shai asks.
I turn to Cillian, letting him answer. “I think that’s the perfect spot.”
The three of us walk into the living room, and I take the plane from Cillian and place it atop his piano, part of him and part of me. Cillian got back something from his childhood, and I did too, because of the men we love.
“Okay, I’m feeling like I hit my emotional quota for like…the next month. Can we get back to normal now? Go kill someone or something?” I say, making them laugh.
“Fuck yes, we can,” Cil answers.
“Let’s get you something to eat,” Shai says, and we join our family in the kitchen, in this perfect little world we’ve created together.