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We were locked together long enough that I thought he might let this go, but then with a burst of motion he turned me and shoved me up against the back of the couch. I gasped, a little scared of Thio for the first time ever. I scrabbled to try to keep on my feet. My heart slammed against my ribs. Then it hit me that my dick was a steel rod as he pushed me tighter against the couch. Pleasure rolled through my stomach. I reared upright, but he used all of his body weight to pin me in place.

“Let me go,” I hissed, painfully aware of everyone staring. My dick throbbed so much.

“Do you see this, Arlo?” he snarled over his shoulder. His hands bit into my hips, and I was shocked that I loved the rough treatment.

Twisting around, I could see Arlo on the floor trying to get to his feet. Rafael walked closer and stomped him to the ground with a foot to his shoulder. He ended up sprawled on his back.

“Don’t you dare try to run away, pinche guerco,” Thio raged. “You wanted to see Manny this way so badly? Then fucking look.”

Arlo tried to make a break for it. Our men hesitated even though they’d crept closer. Rafael sighed and looked like he wanted to slap the shit out of Arlo, and Thio’s grip on me tightened, but when I turned to face the couch because I had a crick in my neck, I saw Killough nod at the shortest guy in his group of guards, and he took off after Arlo. I tried to stand up and push off the couch, but Thio shoved me back and ground his crotch against my ass. I shuddered. He had wood that could fly a flag, maybe harder than he had been on the goddamned beach when we came.

Killough’s man dragged Arlo back and tossed him beside us again. “Delivery,” he said, tone bland, and then easily stepped back from this fucking wreck of a situation.

“Thio, what are you—” Gasping, I froze as he reached around me and undid my belt and the button of my fly. He shoved my pants down, and I was too turned on to struggle much—or really at all. I hung my head, not wanting to make eye contact with any of the men or Conall by accident. Humiliation and excitement washed over me, lifting the hair on my arms and the back of my neck.

“This is mine.” Thio reached underneath me and stroked the loose ring of his fingers over my cock. I bucked back against him and he forced me forward until my dick bumped the back of the soft leather couch. “This is mine,” he repeated, and his hand disappeared. I’d thought maybe he was going to jerk me off—and that was hot in front of people, even if I was sort of horrified by it—but he ran a hand along the side of my left asscheek. When he shifted back, I stiffened as he dragged a finger lightly down my crack and stopped at my hole. My head swam.

He used his other hand to grab my hair and tilt my head back. I tried to grasp the couch to use it as leverage to push up, but he was too heavy against me. I was trapped. “Keep your eyes open, hermoso. Let Arlo see what’s mine, and you watch him, look at how jealous he is so you understand.”

“Understand what, J-Jefe?” I asked, trying out the word in my mouth.

Thio stilled and then groaned, moving his hand out of the way so he could grind his hard-on against my ass. He spun us around, and I was surprised when he pushed me to the floor. The hit to my knees hurt, but I barely felt it.

“Show Arlo who you want,” he demanded. I’d never had a worse shock of fear slither through me. Thio sounded ready to drag a gun out and hurt someone, and while I did trust him, he was furious, and I didn’t want to see him do anything to his brother. He would regret it.

Rafael rocked from foot to foot, like maybe he thought the same thing, but I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the face to really gauge how he felt about this. Embarrassment hit me again, but then there was also Thio’s cock—so clearly outlined under the fabric of his pants, ready for me—right there in front of me. I let out a shaky breath and caressed a hand over his trapped cockhead. The warm bulge waiting underneath the cloth pulsed against my hand.

With trembling fingers, I opened his pants.

“Fuck,” Arlo grumbled, but I ignored him. I stared up the front of Thio and got trapped by his blue eyes for a second before I lowered his zipper and worked him free of his clothes. He wasn’t shy. He didn’t seem to give a flying fuck that we were at a party in a roomful of people.

There was a low, excited groan from someone nearby—not Arlo. I didn’t bother trying to look around. Who cared who it was? I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward, lapping at the fat bellend of Thio’s cock. He moaned and nodded encouragingly.

“That’s it, show everyone you’re mine.” I put my lips over the tip of his cock and sucked until I was halfway down, hollowing my cheeks. He rested his hand on the top of my head, not guiding so much as just keeping me there. I closed my eyes and my stomach buzzed with electricity. This didn’t even seem real. The salt of his body hit my tongue and I moaned around the drop of musky bitterness.

There was a pleased sound from above me, and a whimper from someone else close to us. Was that Arlo?

I opened my eyes, stared upward, and was surprised to see Thio looking right back down at me. Rage still had his mouth stuck in a twisted frown, but there was also softness in his eyes and his cheeks were flushed.

“Catch,” someone nearby said. “Don’t say the Irish aren’t neighborly.” There was a ripple of laughter around the room, and then Thio held up his hand and a lube bottle sailed into it. He clasped his fingers closed around the tube and the breath leaked out of my lungs and wouldn’t rush back in. Thio blinked at what he held, and I sucked harder. Panic twisted up in my gut along with need. I’d never thought I would get fucked for the first time—or maybe ever—in front of a bunch of people.

Thio glanced down at me. The lube seemed to have shocked him back into his right mind. “Thank you,” he said dryly, and another round of laughter circled the room. “Get up here.” Thio’s voice was barely more than a growl.

He gently helped me to stand. My knees didn’t want to hold me up, and he stared over the back of the couch. I knew who was there, and I could see Thio swelling up with that same irritation he’d had earlier, when we saw Killough trade spit with Conall. He swung his attention around to me and stared hard into my eyes.

“Hermoso?”

I got the idea that if I said no, Thio would stop, but I was so hard I was leaking precum, and I’d fucking dreamed of having him in me for a long time. Hell, I would have let him fuck me on the beach, and out there we had sand to worry about. I’d wanted this so long and so bad that I nodded. He spun me toward the couch.

“Relax or this will hurt,” he said into my ear, but he wasn’t whispering. His hands weren’t on me, and I assumed he was doing something with the lube bottle. Why bother to keep his voice down? Everyone was already staring at us. He slipped two fingers into my crack and it was strange. They were slick with the gel. “Breathe. You know the idea, right?”

“Basic idea,” I gasped out.

He nipped at my ear and carefully pushed both fingers inside my asshole. I must not have listened well enough because having him inside me was uncomfortable, and there was a slight sting as he moved around—and I just felt weirdly full.

My dick still strained, and I wanted more than anything to tug on it, but I had my hands spread out on the back of the couch for balance. Time seemed to stand still. I opened my eyes and then snapped them closed again fast because Killough seemed to be grinding against Conall’s ass, and they were snuggled together staring at us like we were a good porno. Other people were watching, too, but Killough and Conall were right there in front of me. Thio slipped his fingers out and then back in again, and they were chilly with more lube. His touch disappeared from my hole, and I choked on the air I tried to drag into my lungs.

“Pay attention, Arlo. This is what it looks like when someone is yours in every way.” Thio’s cock was right there, and the head was much larger than his fingers, or at least it felt like it. He nudged firmly against my hole. All at once I snapped my eyes open, not really seeing anyone, not caring about the people in the room. This was really fucking happening.