Terrance held up his palms. “I’m not criticizing you.”
“Bullshit,” Conall spat. “You’re sitting there disrespecting me and I won’t tolerate it. The only reason you’re in Miami is because Sloan told you to get your arse here. If you can’t respect me, or what I have with Sloan, then go home.”
Conall went to stride past him, but Terrance grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop. The back door slipped open and a guard with massive shoulders who Conall hadn’t seen before stepped out, eyes narrowed on Terrance.
Terrance let go of him immediately and snorted. “Look what it’s come to. I can’t even touch you without being threatened.”
“You shouldn’thaveto touch me.” Conall sighed and turned to the guard. “I’m fine.”
“Very well, sir.” The guard went back inside but not without a warning glare at Terrance before he disappeared again.
“What do you want me to say?” Conall returned his attention on Terrance, who’d taken a seat again. He sat on the other chair and faced his brother. Terrance looked tired, his skin paler than usual, and the crinkles at the sides of his eyes were more prominent. Conall hated seeing him like this. “I’m not going to open my fucking soul to you about what I feel for Sloan. It’s no one’s business but ours. I’m not some pussy who whimpers about how much he loves someone.”
“Doyou love him?”
Conall glared at him, making Terrance laugh. “You’re an arsehole. Just so you know.”
“Oh, I know.”
Conall flipped him off and it only made his brother laugh harder.
Terrance didn’t leave. He stuck around and Conall enjoyed him being there. Conall split his time between Sloan and Terrance. Miami relaxed him, especially when the humidity started to die and it left nothing but a warm heat that made Conall’s skin glow. He decided he wanted to come back here more often, and Sloan agreed.
At one point, Sloan had taken them out on the luxurious yacht that was nicer than any house Conall and Terrance had ever lived in. It had couches made of real leather and a bar fridge stocked with the finest alcohol. They stopped at a beautiful location in the water and Conall and Terrance dived off the yacht and went swimming while Sloan sunbaked in his trunks.
Getting on the yacht to that image made Conall’s mouth water, but he didn’t dare touch Sloan because there was no use enjoying Sloan’s rock hard body if he wasn’t allowed to come. Sloan, the bastard, knew he looked good though because he smirked at Conall knowingly.
On Christmas morning, Conall nuzzled deep against Sloan’s chest. The air conditioner blew a cold breeze that made snuggling under the blanket the best feeling ever, and between that and Sloan’s masculine smell, he didn’t want to leave the nest of blankets.
“Mm. Good morning, pet.” Sloan’s husky voice made Conall smile. He loved listening to him in the early mornings when he’d just woken.
“Morning.” Conall pressed a kiss against the column of flesh on Sloan’s neck and inhaled. “You smell so good. Can we fuck so I can finally get off?”
Sloan laughed and shuffled to face him. His messy hair made him look anything but the violent mob boss he was. “No, pet.”
“I’ve learned my lesson.” Conall touched his chest and tweaked one of those pretty, perky nubs of his nipples. “Please? I’ve waited long enough. I haven’t come once, not even in the shower.” As tempting as it had been, Conall didn’t risk touching his dick in case he did jerk himself off.
“Tonight, pet. I have something to show you today.”
Conall raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? What is it?”
“Your Christmas present.”
Conall wiggled closer and grinned. “What did you get me?”
Sloan kissed him on the forehead. Conall didn’t even care that he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet. “Hopefully the best Christmas present you’ve ever received.”
He half snorted. “It won’t take much to win that title. I’ve always got shit presents. Dad never got us anything, and Terrance couldn’t buy a present to save his life.”
“That’s going to change from now on, pet. You have me, and I’ll treat you as you should have always been treated. Come on, let’s go for a shower.”
They did just that and Conall got on his knees in the large customized walk in shower to suck Sloan off. He didn’t bother trying to get Sloan’s permission to jerk himself because he already knew what the answer would be.
Once they dried themselves and dressed, Conall grabbed his Christmas present for Sloan and Sloan led him down the stairs toward the kitchen, where Terrance already sat eating cereal. It was more milk than Cheerios, but that’s how he always ate it.
“Terrance, come with us,” Sloan said, without missing a beat in his step. He strode straight through the kitchen, and when Terrance sent Conall a confused look, all Conall could do was shrug and follow the boss out into the backyard. Terrance wasn’t far behind them and they walked over the fresh, bright green lawn that seemed to stretch on for miles. They headed toward another building out the back that Conall had seen, but never been in. He didn’t think to ask what it was because he assumed it was a granny home for the servants.
The door opened for them as soon as they got close, and Byrnes nodded at Sloan as he slipped inside. Conall and Terrance followed him in. They were met with a pair of steep, descending stairs the moment they stepped past the door, and Sloan was already halfway down by the time Conall had stepped onto them.
