Forrest shrugged and kissed him gently. He thought Rourke would turn away, afraid of either what a kiss would mean, or of his own taste on Forrest’s lips, but he leaned into Forrest, devouring his mouth.
Forrest whimpered and pulled back enough to whisper, “I want you to fuck me so badly.”
Rourke cupped his cheek and kissed him again, and it felt so fucking amazing to have Rourke’s lips on his. “Not today. This is enough for now.”
“It’ll never be enough.” Forrest touched their foreheads together. “You’re so sexy.”
“So are you.” The words sounded like they pained Rourke to say and he winced. “Which is the problem. You’re a whore, Forrest.Mywhore.”
Forrest grinned. “Your whore, huh?”
“You know what I mean. I’m your boss.”
“And?” Forrest rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t mean we can’t fuck. I don’t want any special treatment. I already have everything I need. I’m the top earner for a reason.”
“I just think we should take this slow.”
“Fuck that.” Forrest slapped him on the chest, earning wide eyes from Rourke. “We’ve been taking it slow for seven months. I’ve let you fucking tease me with your sexy face and body for too long. I want it. I want your cock inside me.” He curled his fingers into Rourke’s shirt, tugging him closer. “And I’m going to get what I want.”
Rourke tried to hide his grin, but Forrest saw it.
Score! Another point for me.
Chapter Seven
If Rourke’s mother knew half of what he’d done since he made a pact to protect her and Orla, she’d tell him he was going to hell. He might be doing just that, especially after he let Forrest suck him off in Sloan’s car on the way back from the meeting with the generals. They didn’t bother to wipe it down,t either, which Rourke might have felt bad for if the chauffeur hadn’t told him it was fine, and it was his job to clean. That didn’t make Rourke feel any better, though. Three days later and the scene continued to play in his mind.
“Are we ready for tonight?” Rourke stood behind his desk, perusing the papers in his hands. All the names were familiar, and he needed to give Terrance credit, he truly did pull in the big players for the party.
“We’ve got the alcohol, music, food, and the whores are ready.” Terrance crossed his legs and leaned back into the wingback chair. “I told you I had it sorted.”
“I trust you.” Rourke threw the list of names on his desk and crossed his arms. “Have you heard from the boss? Is he coming?”
Terrance muttered, “I don’t know, ask Conall, that’s who he comes inside of.”
“Are you twelve?” Rourke asked seriously, resisting the urge to shake his head in exasperation.
“Sorry.” He didn’tlooksorry, though. “Conall said Sloan will be here by six.”
“Good.” Rourke took his seat and rolled his shoulders.
“Conall told me about the explosion in the kitchen. Do you reckon it actually was an accident?” Terrance’s voice waivered and Rourke frowned at him. He understood Terrance’s need to worry about his brother. Rourke felt the same way about Orla, and she didn’t have a mob boss boyfriend.
“I don’t know. Sloan has enemies.”
“And Conall will always be in danger.” Terrance looked like he needed a drink, so Rourke went to the bar and poured them both a whiskey. He handed a tumbler to Terrance and received a smile in response. “Conall’s an adult, I shouldn’t be worrying.”
“I get it.” Rourke leaned his ass on the front of the desk and took a sip of the alcohol, closing his eyes as it slid down his throat. “He’ll always be your brother.”
“We don’t always see eye to eye. Before the boss….” Terrance laughed. “Conall was a brat. Smart, but still a brat. Clearly he needed whatever the boss gave him because he’s changed, for the better. But you’re right, he’ll always be my brother. Dad was a mean prick. After our mother escaped, he turned his anger on us. I took the brunt of it, but then one day I saw him smack Conall across the face, and I lost my cool. It ended up with me on the ground with a knife in my shoulder.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. I decided on that day that I needed to take him out and protect Conall. Make sure I took care of him.” Terrance grimaced when he took a sip of his own drink. His ginger hair looked bright in the lights of the room, but his face appeared paler than usual. “I should have stood up to Mr. Killough when he wanted Conall, but I thought he’d get bored of him after a few weeks. It was only sex, right? Conall wasn’t a virgin. The boss is a lot scarier than our father ever was. Conall could enjoy himself for a few weeks, and we’d be safe. That’s all that needed to be done.”
Rourke chuckled. “I’ve been around Sloan since I was eight years old. I’ve seen him with his pets, but this thing with Conall is different from the rest. I believe Conall’s his forever.”
“Why, though?” Terrance’s narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “What’s so different about Conall?”
