Luck of the Irish (8 page)

They left the bracelets on and kept walking, neither feeling like talking as they strolled around. Quinn had his arm around Cian’s waist and Cian had his over Quinn’s shoulder, pulling him close.

When the sky started to darken, they headed back to the hotel.

They made it back to their room and ordered a simple supper of soup and sandwiches and cuddled up on the couch to eat. After turning on the television, they found an old movie that caught Cian’s interest, so they started to watch it. Soon, though, Cian was distracted by the feeling of Quinn trailing his hands over Cian’s arm and thigh. Obviously he didn’t even realize what he was doing.

Cian reached over to tilt Quinn’s face to his and caught his mouth in a soft kiss to get his attention. He stopped and leaned back, looking for doubt in Quinn’s expression.

“Quinn, we don’t have to do this. I know you’re leaving to go home, and you know I’m staying here. This isn’t something I take lightly, and I know you don’t either, so please, if you have any doubts, we can sit here, finish this movie, and then go to sleep. We’ll go on tomorrow, do what we promised my grandfather, and be the grandest of friends, I swear.”

Quinn looked at him intently and then smiled. For an answer, he sat up and turned, threw one leg over Cian’s thighs, and straddled his hips. He leaned in and kissed Cian gently, cupping his face in both hands, and then bent to whisper in his ear. “I’m sure.” He pulled back to look Cian in the eye before continuing. “I don’t know what’s going to happen later, but for now? I need this… need
you
.”

Cian cradled Quinn closer, nipping along his jaw before finding his way to Quinn’s mouth again, his tongue begging access to the delicious warmth. Quinn opened to let him in. He tasted good and he kissed like he did everything else, with enthusiasm and dedication, making Cian feel like he was the most important person in the world.

Cian’s hands found their way under Quinn’s shirt, seeking the warm, soft skin of his back. Quinn pressed back into the touch and then reached down to grab the soft material and slip it up and off.

Quinn pressed his chest up against Cian’s, the fabric against his nipples making him squirm with pleasure. Cian just kept kissing and touching, finding all the spots that made Quinn whimper and moan.

Soon they were both desperate for more skin-to-skin contact and both trying to impatiently push Cian’s shirt off. They chuckled a little when it got caught around his ears before slipping free and fluttering to the floor.

“God, Cian, you’re so perfect.” Quinn moved his hands everywhere over the plane of Cian’s chest and stomach. His touch on Cian’s sides caused Cian to gasp and almost giggle.

Cian slid his hands around from Quinn’s back to trail across the sensitive skin under his navel until he found the button of his jeans. He looked up for permission and found it in Quinn’s pleading eyes.

He popped the button and pulled the zipper down, loosening the jeans enough that he could slip his hands under both the denim and underwear to palm the globes of Quinn’s gorgeous ass.

They fitted perfectly in his hands, and Quinn’s moans of pleasure were amazing to hear, but the whimper he gave when Cian ghosted his fingers over his hole went straight to Cian’s already hard cock.

“God, Quinn, the way you move, the sounds you make—it’s fucking hot.” Quinn ground himself down into Cian’s lap, driving them both crazy. “Please, Cian. I want… I need….”

 

“What do you need, love?” He kept rubbing around Quinn’s hole, feeling it clench and relax. It was going to be so good when got his cock in there. Quinn pulled him in for a breathtaking kiss before pushing back against him and pleading, “Fuck… God… I need you, just you.”

 

It wasn’t something Cian could ever say no to, so he pushed Quinn off his lap, never losing contact with him, and manhandled him over to the bed.

When he got them there, Cian quickly dropped to his knees, and as gently as his urgency would allow, he worked Quinn’s jeans and briefs down over his hips, then pulled them off one leg at a time, taking his socks with them.

When he was finished, he looked up at the handsome man in front of him, seeing the want and need in his face, along with uncertainty and an emotion he didn’t want to name quite yet.

He leaned in and placed a loving kiss on the jut of Quinn’s hipbone before speaking. “You okay, darlin’?”

Quinn reached out and put a hand on Cian’s head, threading his fingers through the already sweaty curls there, and nodded. When he spoke, his voice was thick with lust. “I’m perfect. C’mere.”

Cian stood quickly, moving to gather Quinn into his arms once again, but a hand on his chest stopped him. “Wait.”

 

Cian got confused for a second, but Quinn just reached for the buttons of his jeans. “You’re too dressed.”

 

He got the button fly undone with a quick tug and then repeated Cian’s movements, sinking gracefully to his knees, pulling off Cian’s jeans as he went. When he had Cian naked, he leaned in to nuzzle his cheek against Cian’s cock, breathing in the musky smell of him.

 

“Hmm, you smell good.” He chuckled at Cian’s quick intake of breath.

Cian reached down and pulled him up so they were standing pressed together from chin to knees, and they just held each other until the urgency overtook them again.

Chapter 8

C
IAN
cradled Quinn’s face in his hands, holding him as he leaned in to kiss him, so gently it was barely a touch. When he pulled back, Quinn tried to follow, opening his eyes when Cian wouldn’t let him move.

Quinn was awed by the expression on Cian’s face. He looked at him with such a tender, affectionate smile it made Quinn feel a little humble. He brought his hands up to rest on Cian’s chest. It was warm, and all the hard farm work he’d done was obvious in the tight muscles that rippled under Quinn’s fingers.

“I’m not sure how I got so lucky, darlin’, having you find me here, but I’m sure gonna be thanking God for my good fortune.”

Quinn couldn’t help but chuckle. “It seems to me that fortune found us both.” He reached up, curled his hand around Cian’s neck, and pulled him down so he could lick across that perfect mouth, sliding his tongue in when Cian’s lips parted.

Everywhere their skin was pressed together felt so hot, but he needed to feel it. It was like Cian’s touch was burning away all the negative things he had felt after David broke his heart. The angry self-hatred that had damaged his soul melted away and left him feeling like a new person. Quinn didn’t say all the things running though his mind. That he needed Cian to make him feel wanted, feel special. He’d lost that part of himself to David. Now Cian was giving it back.

Quinn pulled back to breathe, one hand still over Cian’s heart, and he could feel it racing. Cian’s skin was flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat.

Quinn couldn’t help himself. He licked and nipped his way down Cian’s throat, tasting salt and some kind of spicy soap, and it was delicious. Cian moaned, and the rumble against his lips made Quinn smile.

Cian’s arms were around Quinn, and while he was distracted by Cian’s chest, he spun the two of them slowly, backing Quinn toward the bed. When the backs of Quinn’s knees hit the mattress, Cian pulled Quinn’s mouth back to his, kissed him deeply, and then gently laid him down on the bed.

He looked down at Quinn, who lay there with his body and soul bared, his eyes hooded, looking at Cian like he was the only thing that mattered.

Quinn scooted up the bed, settled back on the pillows, and held his hand out to Cian. He took it, knee-walking up the bed between Quinn’s legs, stopping to drop little kisses along his body—first his calf and then the soft, creamy skin on the inside of his thigh.

When he placed a soft kiss just under Quinn’s belly button, Quinn gave a gasp of pleasure. Cian moved up to lick over a pink nipple and then pull it into his mouth.

“Cian, please….”

“Shhhh. You’re so fucking hot, so eager to give yourself.” He bit down on Quinn’s collarbone, then licked the sting away. “But it’s not to everyone, is it, Quinn?” He didn’t know where that bit of possessiveness came from, but he couldn’t help it.

Cian hissed with pleasure as he leaned in to lay his body over Quinn’s, cock sliding against rock-hard cock. All Quinn could do was to shake his head, gasping for breath, trying to breathe.

“No… not to anyone else,” he finally managed. Quinn’s hands were on Cian’s shoulders, and he slid them down long, lean arms to entwine their hands. He held on like Cian was the only thing keeping him from floating off the bed.

Quinn caught Cian’s gaze, eyes pleading. “No matter what
he
said, I didn’t… I don’t….”

Cian let go of Quinn’s hands to cup his face, leaning in to brush his lips across his forehead, his cheeks, then gently touching his mouth to Quinn’s once more before pulling back. “He was a stupid man, Quinn. He took what you gave him and wasted it… threw it away. He didn’t deserve you.” Cian stroked his thumbs under Quinn’s lashes, wiping away the dampness that had gathered there. “What you gave him was a precious gift, something to be treasured. He said those hurtful things to you to try to distract you both from the fact that he was using you. He was stupid, and in the end, he’s the one who lost the most.”

Cian kissed him again, harder this time, taking what Quinn gave and returning it. “I won’t do that. Whatever you give me, I’ll keep in my heart, keep it safe. I promise.” His voice was a whisper, but his words were certain.

The words filled something in Quinn’s heart, made it feel whole again. He surged up to wrap his arms around Cian’s shoulders, pulled him down, bodies flush together, and nuzzled his face into Cian’s neck, breathing deeply. The scent of Cian was all around him, and it made his body ache.

“Thank you.” It was simple but heartfelt.

 

“You know, darlin’, I just realized that we’re both still naked.” Cian pulled back and looked at Quinn’s face with a spark of humor.

 

Quinn raised an eyebrow, bucking his hips up a little, smiling at the heat returning to Cian’s face. “And your point is?”

Cian smirked at him, then lifted a little so he could get a hand between them. He wrapped one callused hand around Quinn’s cock and stroked hard enough to please but not hard enough to give him any kind of relief. Quinn whined and bucked again, harder, trying to get more friction.

“The point is….” Cian leaned in and nipped at Quinn’s earlobe, smiled at the startled gasp, and then whispered, “The point is that if you don’t let me do something about this”—he squeezed Quinn’s cock a little harder, causing him to shudder—“I just might do something rash.”

“Fuck. What…?” Quinn swallowed, feeling overheated with the dirty promise in those words. “What did you have in mind?” His voice was low and husky, and it sent a delicious shiver down both their spines.

“Well, I was thinking about something like this.”

Cian kissed him hard again and started working his lips back down Quinn’s body. He stopped at Quinn’s neck, sucking a mark over the point where his pulse was strongest. Little whines and mewls poured from Quinn’s throat to encourage him to keep going.

When he reached Quinn’s chest, he pulled one nipple into his mouth, worried it with his teeth and lips and tongue until it was an almost painful point of stimulation, and then moved to the other. He gave it the same attention as the first while Quinn’s hands gripped his hair, pulling gently.

Quinn was writhing and gasping like he was on fire, like he was burning up with his desire for this gorgeous man.

 

“Please….” He sounded broken, wrecked, in the best way possible.

“So gorgeous, baby.” Cian nipped his way across Quinn’s taut belly, dipping his tongue into his navel, causing Quinn to hiss in pleasure. “Could touch you like this all day. Love making you want this… want me.”

Quinn wanted to move his hips, rub against Cian, get any friction he could where he needed it the most.

 

“Don’t worry though, love.” Cian nuzzled back into the dip where hip and groin met, breathing in the musky smell. “I’m not gonna make you wait anymore.”

He looked up as Quinn watched him and then licked his lips, leaving them shiny and wet. Quinn’s pupils widened even more with desire before Cian plunged his mouth down over Quinn’s aching cock, sucking it in as far as it would go.

Quinn’s upper body lurched up off the bed and then collapsed, his arms flung up over his head in a gesture of surrender to the sensations overtaking him. “Oh God, Cian! Fucking hell!” Those were the last coherent words he spoke for a while as he concentrated on Cian and his mouth and the way it felt bobbing over his cock, the spongy head hitting the back of Cian’s throat, and it should have made him gag, but it didn’t. He just sucked Quinn down farther.

Cian reached up with one hand to run his fingers over Quinn’s balls before taking them in his hand and squeezing gently. Quinn whimpered, not knowing where to shift, how to move his body to get what he wanted.

Cian moved one finger back to stroke the soft skin behind the velvety sac and then to ghost over the furled muscle behind it.

 

“Fuck, Cian!” The words were grunted out almost grudgingly. “Gonna fucking kill me.”

Cian pulled his hand back and slid one finger in his mouth beside Quinn’s cock, getting it nice and wet. He slipped it out and rubbed over the small hole again while Quinn keened above him.

Quinn threw his head back and forth on the pillow, stopping every once in a while to look down at Cian in awe, fighting not to come at the sight of his cock disappearing between those sinful lips. “Please… gotta stop. Gonna… gonna!”

C
IAN
could feel Quinn’s balls draw up close to his body, and reluctantly pulled off with an obscene pop. He didn’t want Quinn to come yet. He had other plans.

He rested his forehead against Quinn’s thigh, smiling at the disappointed whine from the other man. Kissing the delicate skin there, he slid his hands up the backs of both legs to Quinn’s knees. He pressed them back to Quinn’s chest, exposing more of his most intimate place to Cian.

The implicit trust that Quinn was showing him hit Cian hard. He couldn’t help what he did next.