“How much longer are you going to torture me?”
“Until I get a serious apology.” Sloan smirked.
“Ugh, you’re a dick.”
“You like my dick.” As if to make a point, he grabbed his own cock through his pants, and Conall’s mouth watered.
“All right, all right. So you kidnap their lovers to make a point.”
“Exactly. In this case, Diego has a wife, but he doesn’t love her. He barely fucks her. No, he’s got a young pussy waiting for him at his second house.”
“And we take her?”
“Yes and then we negotiate with him.”
“But surely he wouldn’t risk it all for a hole.”
“Pet, you’d be surprised what a man would risk for someone he cares about.” Sloan laid a hand on Conall’s hip and dragged him closer, so that their chests were flush together and Conall’s cock touched the bulge in Sloan’s pants. Conall bit his lip to stop himself from moaning and hooked his leg over Sloan’s thigh. The stare Sloan sent him made his belly warm and his balls grow heavier.
The shrill ringtone of Sloan’s phone broke the moment and Conall groaned when Sloan pulled away to roll over and grab it from the bedside cabinet. “Yes?” He sat up on the bed, legs bent over the edge.
Conall continued to lay there, his hand creeping down over his stomach and toward his dick. He didn’t get far because Sloan slapped him on the thigh when he got close and pointed at him in warning.
“Yes. Good. Tell him to wait in the living room. We’ll be down in a few minutes.”
Conall huffed when Sloan ended the call. “I don’t want to see anyone. I want to suck your cock.” He shoved himself to a seated position too and kissed Sloan’s shoulder, or at least, the material of his navy dress shirt.
Sloan gave Conall’s cock a slow, but meaningful tug and Conall’s eyes involuntarily closed, the agonized pleasure building at his spine. All Sloan needed to do was give him a few more jerks and—
“You have a visitor downstairs.” Sloan, the bastard, grinned and rose. “Get your pants on. I don’t think he wants to see your cock.”
“Why not?” Conall did as he was ordered, though, taking the ring off his cock and pulling the jeans up to his hips again. “Anyone would be so lucky to see it.”
“I didn’t know you were into incest, pet.”
The words infiltrated Conall’s mind. “Terrance is here?”
“You wanted him here, didn’t you?” Sloan traced his face and rested his hand on the base of Conall’s neck. “I told you, pet, I’ll always give you what you want.”
Conall dragged Sloan into a deep kiss. When they broke apart, he rushed downstairs, Sloan following at a slower pace. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw Terrance in the open-plan living room, resting on the couch between Byrnes and Ronan, eyes wide like he expected it to be his last few hours on Earth.
Conall grinned. “Well look what the dogs dragged in.”
The moment Terrance’s gaze landed on him, his face lit up. “You did this? You’re a prick.”
Conall rolled his eyes and strode over to him. Terrance rose for a hug, their laughter filling the room. “Yeah, but you’re blood so you must be one too.”
Terrance thumped him on the back. “Suppose I have to be to beyourbrother.”
Chapter Seven
The Christmas lights flickered in different colors, casting a soft glow over the pale walls of the family room. The tree was the tallest Conall had ever seen, and it reached high for the grooved ceiling. He didn’t need to touch it to know it was as real as any tree outside. The rich tang of pine hung in the air.
“What do you think?” Sloan asked, gathering Conall against his chest. He laid a kiss on his shoulder, short and sweet, but enough to make a tremor run down Conall’s spine. He hadn’t come in over a week, but luckily with Terrance here, he didn’t have to think too much about it. Sloan let them go off and do their own thing, which often meant Terrance dragged him to one of the beaches to get an eyeful of tits half hanging out of bikini tops and miles of tanned legs. He got what he wanted too, with women clambering for Terrance’s attention, but Conall had a feeling that had to do with the Ferrari Sloan had let them commandeer. Only Conall could drive it, though, and if he felt extra special about that, he wouldn’t admit it. But Sloan, the bastard, knew that did something to him.
One of the women—a pretty blonde with one of the biggest racks he’d ever seen—had tried to get onto Conall, too, but he held his palm up to her and simply said, “I like cock,” and she returned her attention to Terrance. Once upon a time, Conall might have been interested in looking, maybe even think about fucking a tight pussy, but it’d been the furthest thought in his head since Sloan. He’d never quite felt the pure bliss of being fucked by Sloan with anyone else, not even Forrest.
When he got back to the house, he’d found Sloan helping Rosita with the Christmas tree, decorating the prickly branches with tinsel, lights, and baubles of different colors. The room was already swathed in decorations—more tinsel, reaves, and mistletoe near the corner of the room. Conall was half tempted to drag Sloan over to it for a kiss.
