Page 89 of Soulmates
“So does this mean he and Brendan weren’t up to anything evil?” David asks.
Connor scratches at his unshaven cheek. “I think it means that I’ll be keeping an eye on him and doing what I can to help your father figure out who’s behind the thefts.”
“Connor MacPherson, Private Eye.” Connor and I both grin at my proclamation.
“Part-time phouka and possibly one of the Old Ones,” David adds.
I laugh at David’s wild ideas, but Connor rocks his head back, staring up into the cathedral ceiling. “Half,” he finally says.
“Half what?” I’m sorta chuckling, but sorta not because I don’t want anything to harsh our vibe.
“Half Tuatha dé Danann.”
My jaw drops so low, it’s a wonder I can talk. “You’re fucking kidding me… Why?… How?”
“Jesus, Mom was right. You are one of the Old Ones.” David’s looking from one of us to the other like his head’s on a swivel, his eyes as big around as his mouth.
“Half,” Connor repeats. “Only half.” He’s got his jaw clenched, and it occurs to me that if he’s kept this secret since I’ve known him, I can wait a little while to find out more.
“Look, you know what?” I raise both hands, showing Connor my palms instead of a white flag. “I’m not in the mood for this right now. We were having a good ol’ time here, and I’m just going to forget you said anything.”
“Until later,” David says, pointing at Connor with an obvious look oflike hell we’re donehere.
Connor crosses the floor toward me. “Yes, later.” Meanwhile, David gets busy tugging my shirt from where it’s tucked into my trousers. Because he’s twenty-two and always thinking with his dick. “We need to christen the place in style,” he says
I’m way ahead of you, pup.Doesn’t take much effort to relieve Connor of his shorts—andgood Godhe’s commando. Takes David even less time to wriggle out of his crop-top-and-baggy-jeans-with-suspenders combo.
In a couple of heartbeats, our clothing is strewn everywhere and we’re in the big window. David’s on his knees, sucking us off in turn. He hums, his lips smiling around my cock, one hand working into my crack. I’m sucking on the soft skin between Connor’s ear and his beard, fangs sheathed…for now.
Tuatha dé Danann? Oh ffs.
David moves from me to Connor, which causesamore mioto tip his face toward the ceiling. I lick down the side of his throat, nipping at his neck. “Wait,” he gasps. With one hand on David’s head and the other on my waist, Connor takes a step back. “I need to say something, and then we can…get back to it.”
Snickering, David starts stroking each of us, though the distraction has softened things. “This better be good, pookie.”
Connor reaches for David’s elbow and draws him to his feet. “I hope it’s good. I just need you both to know”—he presses his lips together and gazes out over the ocean for a moment—“this isn’t just sex to me, and it’s not just about being David’s pack.”
I pull Connor closer.You always were my beating heart.David sighs and presses a kiss to Connor’s shoulder.
Connor laughs softly and continues, “I care about both of you, and this is going to take work, you know? But I’m willing to go there. No secrets. Not anymore.”
You’d think after 175 years, I’d more adept at handling emotion. You’d be wrong. I’m kind of a doofus. Clearing my throat, all I can come up with is, “I’m in.”
“You two saved me,” David says, his face still pressed against Connor’s chest.
I shrug. “Seems like you saved yourself. You’re the youngest here, puppy. I don’t want me and Connor to turn into your ball and chain.”
“Am I the ball or the chain?” Connor says, because humor is easier than truth.
I laugh. “Fine, I’ll be the ball.”
David gives us a sly smile. “Did somebody sayball?”
A couple of firm strokes later, Connor and I are both ready to burn rubber. Yeah, we have work to do, but my guess is we’ll take it as it comes. Meanwhile, David drops to his knees and Connor’s got his tongue in my mouth and for the first time in decades, I have a reason for hope.
The End