Chapter 21 #2
The moment he slipped the tip of my cock between his lips, pleasure burst inside me.
I dropped my head back and swallowed, the warmth of his wet mouth all-encompassing and welcoming.
There was no one who knew my body better than Conall, and he used his knowledge to his advantage.
He traced the vein with his talented tongue and placed kisses on all the most sensitive spots, and then he took me to the back of his throat, sucking eagerly.
The sounds he made were as sexy as what he was doing to my cock, and then if you added in the choking, dying noises coming from the radio, I was floating.
Hunger swirled in my stomach and squeezed my chest.
Conall grabbed my thighs and dug his nails in, and even though I couldn’t feel them through my pants, his intentions were clear—I was his—especially with how he looked at me from beneath his lashes, eyes dark and meaningful.
He took me down to the hilt, his throat muscles working around my sensitive tip, and I clenched my teeth.
From the corner of my eye, I caught a couple of our men shifting on their feet, trying not to watch but lacking the willpower to look away.
I didn’t blame them. My pet was beautiful on his knees, and he was talented with my cock.
He knew how to make me come. I smirked. They’d never get a chance at him.
I carded my fingers through his hair and grabbed a handful, tugging, and another excited moan ripped from him.
I rocked my hips forward until he was pressed into my groin, drilling my cock as far as I could go inside him.
He gagged, his throat muscles working extra hard, but held still, which allowed me to take control.
Spit dripped from the corners of his lips and his face reddened as he struggled for air.
“My pretty pet.” I stroked his cheek and over his forehead as he stared up at me, not pleading but determined. He wouldn’t pull away until I gave him permission. The sight made me cock twitch and balls draw closer to my body. I stiffened as I came, spilling cum down his throat.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took everything I offered him like the good pet he was. When my balls were empty, I released my hold on him and he pulled away, falling on his arse. He gasped and sucked in air, chest heaving.
“What did you think of your meal, Pet?” I smirked.
When he finally managed to get breath into his lungs again, he returned the gesture. “I don’t know. It’s a small breakfast.” He laughed before I could comment and held up his hands. “Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t resist.”
“Come here,” I growled out, grasping his wrist and yanking him back onto my lap, straddle style, moving my knee so it didn’t get the brunt of his weight.
Any pain was worth it if it meant I had him against me.
I brought a palm down on his arsecheek, and he gasped.
“Don’t make jokes about my cock or I’ll make sure you don’t get it until you apologize. ”
He rolled his eyes and pressed his tongue to the inside of his mouth. “You wouldn’t last that long. You like using that weapon on me, Boss.”
“Don’t tempt me into teaching you a lesson.” Another slap to his cheek, and he ground his hard cock against my stomach. “Although, I could choose not to let you come instead. Maybe another cock ring would suffice. It’s been a while.”
He groaned and dropped his forehead against my shoulder, rolling his hips to grind himself against me again. “I’m sorry, Boss. You know your dick is perfect. I fucking love it.”
Another spanking.
“Language.”
Lorcan’s choked pleading broke our moment. “Please. Please, Boss. Sloan. Please. I’m so thirsty. I can’t breathe.”
Conall sat back and stared at the radio, lips pursed in thought. He was beautiful like this, his dark hair loose and falling in waves around his shoulders. The piercings in his ears glinted under the morning sun.
“What are you thinking, Pet?” I rubbed his arm, gaining his attention.
He looked at me, eyes a little sad. “I think we should give Lor a chance to say goodbye to his father. Lorcan is a prick, but he’s still Lor’s family. He’s inside right now.”
I sighed. I had planned on telling Lor that I killed his father, but Conall was right. He did deserve to say what he wanted before Lorcan died. Waving my hand at Ronan, I told him to go get Lor, and he left immediately.
I drew Conall in closer and caressed my knuckle down his cheek. “You are a good man, Pet.”
He rolled his eyes, then smiled. “Lor’s one of us, right?”
“He is.”
“Which means Lor is family. Unlike his father, he’s never betrayed you.” He kissed a line along my jaw and brushed his hand through my hair, which was still dark because I hadn’t had the time to get my stylist here yet. “Seeing your natural color is strange.”
“Do you like it?” I teased.
He laughed. “I do, but I prefer the bleached blond. It’s your signature look. Everyone knows Sloan Killough and his white blond hair. Let me help you dye it. I’ll do it myself.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I’d like that, Pet. Now let’s deal with this before Lor gets here.” I didn’t give him time to argue because I was already unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants before reaching inside to grab his cock.
Conall gasped, leaning backward and nearly falling off my lap, but he managed to right himself as I squeezed his sensitive length more firmly.
I hissed as my knee throbbed in pain at the weight, and he inhaled sharply.
He bent forward this time, and a shiver swept through him. “Sloan. Fuck. Are you all right?”
“Fine.” The agony swept up my leg and thigh but didn’t affect how hard I could get for Conall.
Nothing would. The pain was all part of the game.
“I’m going to make you come, Pet, and then you’re going to say thank you.
How does that sound?” I nuzzled my nose against his cheek and stroked his cock, brushing my thumb over his slit.
He hissed and pressed his face into my neck, latching on to my pulse point with his teeth.
He sucked on my skin, teeth marking me as his.
Nobody needed the proof, but I loved when he thought it needed to be there.
I jerked his cock faster and his shaft pulsed under my palm. He shuddered and cursed, murmuring my name against my neck as he came. His cum splashed over my fingers, and when I was sure he was done, I raised my hand to my mouth and licked it all off.
He watched with droopy eyelids before he cupped my face and kissed me so we could share his cum. He moaned into our connection, and I looped my arm around his waist, holding him as close as I could. Conall was my world and everyone knew it.
“I love you,” he whispered against my lips. The first time the words were shared had shattered a wall, cracking open my armor. I’d never get sick of hearing Conall say it. And I’d never tire of telling him the same.
“I love you, too, Pet. Now let’s clean you up before Lor gets here.” I grabbed some napkins, and together we wiped Conall down as well as we could.
We finished as Ronan and Lor approached, and I made sure Conall was buckled back up before they reached us.
The moment Lor arrived at the table, the puppies jumped to their feet, barking madly as they raced around his legs in excitement.
Apparently, they liked him as much as we did.
He crouched to pet them with a small smile.
When his father let out a wretched groan, Lor froze.
His eyes went wide as he rose and turned to the radio.
His hair was starting to grow back, and I was surprised to see some natural blond curls rather than dark.
“Is that—”
“Your father, yes.” I held Conall in my lap, not willing to let him go because I loved him near, and this was supposed to be our day. “He’d ordered the traitors to kill Conall and Fionn.”
The dachshunds whined at being forgotten, but they waddled their way straight back under the table to take another very important sleep. They snoozed a lot, and I didn’t mind. Their company was more soothing than I cared to admit.
Lor’s mouth popped open, then closed again. He shifted his weight between his feet.
“There’s nothing you can do to stop this, Lor.” Conall reached out to touch Lor’s wrist in comfort, his face pulled in sympathy. “What he did needs to be punished in the most painful way. But we wanted to give you the chance to say what you need to.”
Lor’s stare caught on Conall. I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind. I trusted him, but there were a lot of things he didn’t know. Being my nephew was one of those facts. As far as he knew, Lorcan was the only family he had left. “Where is he?”
Conall glanced at me to answer.
“Buried. You don’t need to know where. It’s better if you don’t.
” I cleared my throat. “I’ve let your father get away with a lot.
He was barely a Company man but was paid well.
He was never here, and I liked it that way.
He was only a general because my father asked me for the favor on his deathbed.
But now he’s gone too far. Instead of enjoying what other men would never get, he tried to kill my pet and nephew and take my business from me. That is unacceptable.”
Lor winced but nodded. “I know.”
“What’s worse is that when I gave him a choice to have it be you who took his place, he agreed. He would rather you down there than him.”
Lor stiffened and a pained expression swept over his features. I’d thought about not telling him the truth, but all men eventually needed to know their family, even if it hurt. Lorcan had never been a good father, but this information only solidified that. Blood wasn’t everything.
Conall rose off my lap, much to my annoyance, and laid his hands on Lor’s shoulders.
He gave him a sad smile. “This is the last time you’ll talk to him.
Tell him how you feel. My biggest regret in my life was never telling my father how much I hated him.
He was killed before I could. This is your chance, Lor.
This man was barely an acquaintance to you, let alone a father. ”
Lor straightened and I didn’t miss the wetness in his eyes. He nodded again, though. “How do I talk to him? Can he hear me?”
“No. You need to press the button on the side of the radio.” Conall gently pushed him toward the table. “Say what you’ve always wanted to.”
Lor visibly swallowed and reached for his hair, pausing as though he was surprised when he was met by short strands. Had he forgotten he’d shaved it all off? He shuffled forward and reached out shakily for the radio, and once he had it in his hand, he glanced at me.
I nodded, giving him both my permission and encouragement. Lor might be Lorcan’s son, but they were two different types of men and it was Lor I wanted in my company.
Lor took a deep breath as Conall came back to sit on my lap. He hit the button to speak. “Dad?”
There was a choked sob, then through a shaky voice, Lorcan responded. “Lor? Fuck. What—what are you doing here?”
Lor’s bottom lip trembled. “Did you really try to kill Conall and Fionn?” He gained some confidence and straightened his shoulders. “How could you be so stupid? You had everything.”
“You—you don’t understand. We deserved more.” Lorcan gasped, his words catching in his throat. “Please. Lor, help me. I need water. Air. Tell them to get me out of here. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
Lor closed his eyes, his hold on the radio tightening until his knuckles turned white.
Conall leaned into me, and I wrapped my arms around him, inhaling his natural scent.
If Lorcan had succeeded, Conall would be dead.
There was no coming back from what he’d done.
He was lucky I didn’t choose to skin him alive.
But this slow death was even better. Listening to him suffer sent aftershocks of pleasure through me.
“You fucked up, Dad. You made a huge mistake.” Lor’s nostrils flared as he breathed angrily. “Sloan and Conall have been good to you. Good to me. Don’t you care?”
Lorcan grunted and a thump sounded through the radio, like he’d punched the wooden box he was in. “Let me out. Now. Help me. I’m your father.”
“Did you agree to have me take your place instead?” Lor hissed, his hand shaking harder. “Would you have me die so you could live? What kind of father would do that to their son?”
Lorcan laughed airily, then gasped to breathe again. “They want you to turn against me. That’s what Sloan’s always wanted. He tears sons from their fathers. He hasn’t told you the truth—”
I went to intervene, but I didn’t need to because Lor cut him off.
“Stop with the bullshit, Dad.” He was yelling, rage flooding every word he spat at Lorcan.
“You keep blaming other people but you’re the problem.
You never take responsibility. You’ve always been selfish.
You didn’t even care when Mom—” He cut himself off, a wretched sob ripping from his throat.
Conall went to move, but I held him tighter.
Lor needed this. He straightened and pressed the radio to his mouth, his voice turning deadly.
“I hate you. I hate you so fucking much. All I ever wanted was a family, but you abandoned me again and again and again. I fucking hate you.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He passed the radio to Conall, nodded in thanks, and stalked off toward the house.
Whiskey and Guinness raced after him, barking, like they knew he needed them right now.
We let them. Conall and I watched Lor go, and when I tilted my head, Ronan followed him as well.
We needed someone other than puppies to keep an eye on him.
Lorcan begged and screamed out Lor’s name, but we ignored him. Instead, I leaned over and switched off the radio. His end would surely be soon. We could always tune back in if we were so compelled. But his last breaths were of no importance to me.
“Did we do the right thing?” Conall leaned into me, and I pressed a kiss to his temple.
He folded his legs up so he was curled against me, and I relished having him against me.
Since I’d gotten back from the hospital, I hated him being out of sight.
I was out of jail, he was no longer angry at me, and the threat was gone—for now.
I needed to have him in every way I could.
Rikers had been hell by itself, but everything else on top? I’d been ready to lose my mind.
“You were right. He needed to have his say before his father died.”
Conall hummed. “Promise me we’ll take care of him.”
“I promise.” I pulled him in closer.