Luck of the Irish (12 page)

 

Quinn nodded at Kieran and started to follow Constance out of the barn, stopping when he realized that Cian wasn’t beside him. He looked back. Cian stood there, looking torn, his eyes flitting between Quinn and the tiny foal standing beside her mother.

“Why don’t you keep them company while I go check out the other two?” Quinn smiled fondly at the relief in Cian’s eyes. Quinn wanted to hug him but contented himself with a pat on the shoulder before continuing on behind Constance.

“They’re in the pasture over here on this side of the barn.” She walked with the confidence of someone comfortable with who she was and where she belonged in life. The redhead looked over at him. “So, you and Cian, huh?”

Quinn stiffened a little out of habit. “Yeah, although I didn’t think it was so obvious. Is it a problem?” He hoped not. He didn’t come all this way to get into an argument about how he was going to hell for “choosing” his “hedonistic” lifestyle. He could have gone to church with his grandmother for that.

“You mean besides the fact that it’s not really fair that two gorgeous men are taken with each other instead of one being left for me? No, not really.” She grinned at him, letting him know it really was okay. “As for obvious, well, Cian looks at you like I look at a raspberry chocolate truffle—like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen and he can’t wait to taste you.”

Quinn wished he could stop the blush that was creeping up from under his shirt collar. “Oh, I hadn’t noticed.” He winced a little when he realized that was kind of a lie.

“Sure you haven’t.” She giggled at the look on his face. “I’d say the tasting’s already started, from the look of you.”

Quinn’s blush deepened, and he stumbled a little over his own feet before he could stop himself. “Aww, come on. How am I supposed to conduct myself professionally if you keep that up?” He liked this woman.

She reached back and took his hand and pulled him toward a gate. “Come on, darlin’. Let’s go look at the horses.”

The horses were gorgeous, of course, and Quinn and Constance spent the better part of an hour negotiating the price before heading back to the barn to find Kieran and Cian.

Quinn couldn’t help the smile of pure delight on his face when he found them sitting side by side on a low bench, Cian with a kitten sleeping on his lap, both men watching with besotted faces as the tiny foal drank her fill from her mother.

Cian looked up when he heard them approaching, and it took Quinn’s breath away when Cian grinned up at him. He jumped up, carefully cradling the kitten in his big hands, and rushed toward Quinn.

“Look, she’s letting her nurse! Isn’t that amazing?”

Quinn hugged him without thinking and then tried to pull back when he realized Kieran was watching them. Cian didn’t let go, however, just turned him so that his arm was across Quinn’s shoulders and leaned down a little to set the kitten down.

“It’s okay, Quinn, Grandfather told him a long time ago that I was gay.” Kieran snorted, clearly amused. “Like it wasn’t plain anyhow.” Quinn looked at him in confusion.

“Well, you’d have to be, wouldn’t you? Otherwise you’d both be drooling over my Constance here!” He walked over and put his arm around his granddaughter’s shoulders. “It’s no secret she gets her good looks from me.”

They all burst out laughing, and Constance gave Kieran a fond kiss on the cheek. “Of course I did, Gramps.”

 

“So, the two of you came to an agreement, did yeh? Are my darlings going to America?”

 

“I’m afraid so, Granddad. Quinn drove a hard bargain, but I think that our horses will be well taken care of with Quinn’s father.”

 

“Good. Now, let’s go to the house and have a drink to seal the deal, shall we?”

They all nodded agreement and moved toward the house. Quinn was gratified when Cian slipped his hand down to take his as they walked. It was nice to be with someone who showed he cared in public.

They had a drink and signed all the paperwork for the sale. Quinn put in a call to his father and let him and Kieran work out the details for the transport of the animals.

Once it was all wrapped up, the two younger men headed for the door, only to be stopped by the older man again. “I almost forgot. The boxes of stuff for Davin are over here.”

There were four boxes, but fortunately they were small enough that they all fit into the trunk. Their good-byes were said and handshakes given. Constance hugged them both, and they were finally on their way back to the hotel.

Cian drove and Quinn relaxed in the passenger seat. It had been an awesome day so far, and Quinn was a little worn out by it all. He grinned as a thought occurred to him. He reached over, put his hand down high up on Cian’s thigh, and rubbed gently.

Cian glanced at him, smiling like just seeing Quinn beside him was enough to make him happy. It was a heady feeling for the young American.

 

“Should we stop somewhere for dinner?” Cian’s voice broke into his thoughts.

Quinn shook his head and then leaned over to whisper in Cian’s ear. “I think we need to go back to the cabin and take that shower you promised me first.” He breathed deliberately across the back of Cian’s neck, smiling at the goose bumps that appeared as the other man shivered.

When Quinn caught Cian’s gaze again, he could see that his pupils were so wide only a thin ring of blue surrounded them. Cian’s voice was gravelly with desire as he spoke. “You’re a fucking tease, my love.”

Quinn leaned in and nipped at Cian’s earlobe before pulling back. “It’s only teasing if I don’t plan to follow through with it.” He let his hand slide over the bulge in Cian’s jeans. “I have every intention of following this all the way through.”

Cian’s breath caught in his throat and he pressed a little harder on the accelerator. “Speed limit be damned. I need you naked and wet right now, and by God, I’m going to get you that way.”

Quinn just chuckled. He was looking forward to whatever Cian was going to teach him next.
Chapter 12
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barely made it into the hotel room when Cian pushed Quinn face-first
against the door after slamming it shut. He pressed in close behind him, grinding his cloth-covered erection into Quinn’s ass.

“You are so fucking hot, Quinn Donovan.” He slid his hands around, slipping one under Quinn’s shirt to explore his chest and the other over the bulge in the front of his jeans. He ran his hand over the hard ridge of Quinn’s cock, smiling into the back of the other man’s neck when it gave a wicked twitch. Quinn moaned.

“C-Constance said you looked at me—” Quinn licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry with desire. “—like you wanted to taste me.” He pushed his hips back and rubbed, and now it was Cian’s turn to moan.

“Did she, now?” Cian leaned in and nipped at the sensitive skin behind Quinn’s ear as the other man nodded. “She’s right. I wanna lick every part of you.” He licked over the bite, and Quinn smiled at the thought of the red mark he knew would be left behind. His skin marked easily, and he liked the idea of looking in the mirror and seeing the evidence of Cian’s passion.

Quinn rubbed against Cian again, hoping to tease him a little more. He’d really enjoyed topping Cian, but he was pretty sure that bottoming was his favorite. It felt good to be taken care of and worshipped the way Cian did for him.

“Hmm, pushy boy today, aren’t you? I think I like it.” Cian found the button of Quinn’s jeans and made quick work of getting them undone. The fact that he could make Cian so impatient made Quinn feel blessed and powerful at the same time.

Once Quinn’s jeans were loosened, Cian pushed them down along with Quinn’s underwear, and Quinn groaned at how good it felt to have his aching cock free. Cian’s jeans were rough against the sensitive skin of his ass, and that added another layer of sensation to the ones already overwhelming him.

“Please, Cian….” He’d never felt such desperation in his life, his skin tight with need.

Cian used one hand to hold himself up while the other landed on Quinn’s leg. He slid it up slowly and let his fingers brush the delicate skin of Quinn’s inner thigh, making Quinn tremble. “Please what, love?” His voice was hot and rough in Quinn’s ear.

“Touch me. God, I need you to fucking touch me.” Quinn knew he was begging, but he didn’t care as long as it got him what he wanted.

 

Cian continued his exploration. “I am touching you, sweetheart.” He carded his fingers through the dark nest of curls surrounding Quinn’s cock but didn’t touch it.

Quinn whined and bucked his hips, trying to get Cian’s hand where he wanted it. “Stop… nggh… teasing me.” Quinn pillowed his head on one arm and reached the other hand back to cup Cian’s cock through his jeans. Cian grunted but didn’t give in. Instead he slipped his hand down to roll Quinn’s balls in his palm, causing the other man to gasp.

“Fuck, Cian, don’t! I’m gonna….” Quinn was so close he didn’t think he could hold off, but Cian gave his balls a tug. The little hint of pain was enough for Quinn to get control of himself.

“Not yet, baby. Not until I’m inside that gorgeous ass of yours.” “B-better make it soon, then. Not gonna last.” Quinn pushed against Cian’s hand, desperately trying to find some friction.

Cian let go of him completely and pulled back enough to rid himself of his shirt before pulling Quinn’s over his head. He squatted down and helped Quinn step out of the rest of his clothes, then stood and took off his own jeans and underwear.

His hot breath in Quinn’s ear had Quinn moaning. “Want me to fuck you right here?” He slid his hand down Quinn’s back, following his spine right to the crease of his ass.

Quinn spread his legs wider and pushed back, opening himself more for Cian to see. “God, yes… anything… just now.” He leaned back and nuzzled under Cian’s jaw, sucking bruising kisses into the delicate flesh.

Cian let his head fall back, giving Quinn room to work for a moment. He finally pulled back and whispered in his ear, “Stay right there… don’t move.”

Quinn whined when Cian pulled away, the cool air making him shiver, but Cian was back in few seconds. Quinn heard the sound of a condom opening and looked back over his shoulder to see Cian rolling it on himself. In his other hand was the bottle of lube they had bought a couple of days before.

Quinn shuddered in anticipation as Cian opened the bottle, slicked up a couple of fingers, and then dropped the lube to the floor. Pressing himself back against Quinn, he slid his hand between them, rubbing gently against the entrance with one finger.

“Please, baby… need it.” Quinn pushed back, trying to impale himself on Cian’s fingers. Every gentle touch made it feel like he was falling apart. “Shhh, I know you do.”

Quinn moaned as Cian slipped his finger inside him, going deep and then pulling back. He kept it up, adding another finger when Quinn relaxed. Once he had three moving smoothly inside, he pulled out and wiped the excess lube on his sheathed cock.

After grabbing Quinn’s hands, he pinned them to the door on either side of his head, then reached down and lined his cock up with Quinn’s hole and pushed in carefully. Once he was fully seated, he put his hands over Quinn’s and whispered in his ear, “You ready, love?”

Quinn nodded and pushed back, bringing Cian closer and making his cock rub deliciously over his prostate.

 

Quinn spread his fingers, letting Cian’s entwine with them as the other man pulled out slowly and then rocked back in.

 

“How’s that, love?” Cian pulled one hand free and used it to pinch and pull Quinn’s nipples, making him whimper and writhe underneath him.

 

“More… fuck… I don’t know… just more.” Quinn felt like he was floating, so close to the edge and needing something to just push him over.

 

Cian pulled out again and slammed back in. The head of his cock hit Quinn just right with every thrust, and Quinn couldn’t help but chant his lover’s name.

“Cian… God, please… Cian.” His voice was a breathy plea Cian seemed unable to resist. Quinn cried out when a callused hand wrapped around his cock and stroked firmly.

Quinn crashed forward, fucking hard into Cian’s fist, and pushed back, determined to get Cian as deep into him as he could. The words falling from Cian’s mouth could scarcely be heard, but Quinn thought “beautiful” and “mine” came through.

“Uh… uh… uh… so good.” Surely nothing under heaven had ever felt so amazing.

A few more thrusts and Quinn was coming all over Cian’s fist… and the door… and his own stomach. With every pulse, it felt like the bones in his body were turning to mush. If it weren’t for Cian’s arm around him, he would have been on the floor.

A few seconds later, Quinn felt Cian tense up as he came hard into the condom. Quinn almost wished they hadn’t used one. He wanted Cian marking him on the inside like he had on the outside.

The arm holding Cian up collapsed and he leaned against Quinn, breathing heavily, his lips brushing Quinn’s shoulders and the back of his neck, sending little aftershocks up and down his spine.

When he’d caught his breath, Cian pulled out carefully, frowning when Quinn hissed in pain. “Oh God, did I hurt you?”

 

Quinn shook his head. “No, just a little tender, I guess. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten quite this lucky.” He smiled at Cian over his shoulder.

“C’mere.” Cian pulled away, took his hand, and led him toward the bed. He made him lie on his stomach, uncaring of the fluids seeping into the bedcover, and walked to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.

When he returned, he knelt between Quinn’s legs and washed the lube and come from Quinn’s body, pulling the globes of his ass apart and checking for any bruising or tearing. Quinn blushed at the scrutiny.

“I told you… I’m fine.” He wriggled a little with embarrassment, and Cian smiled cheekily and leaned down to kiss the dimple at the top of his ass. “Just making sure. You deserve to be taken care of, Quinn Donovan.” Quinn rolled over and gazed up at him, swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat. How was he ever going to be able to leave?

Cian looked at him with concern. He moved up, and Quinn let him pull him in his arms so they were lying together face-to-face, gazing into each other’s eyes. “What’s the matter, love?”