Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Jordan

T he new hotel is a boutique, quiet, and beautiful. It's also tucked away from the busy streets of New York City, without a chance of anyone finding us. I booked the room under a pseudonym, and no one glanced twice since it was so late when we arrived.

Regardless of all of that, I'm still restless. I've tossed and turned for an hour, getting more and more annoyed that I can't turn off my brain.

"Jordan!" Brendan hisses from the room across the hall. Blowing out a breath, I sit up, scrubbing my scalp, uncaring that my sun-kissed hair is most likely sticking out all over the place now.

"Yeah?" I ask, wincing as I throw my legs over the side of the bed to the ground. It's so fucking cold in and out of this room. I'm almost tempted to put on the heater, but it'll mess up my sinuses.

"Come here," Brendan says, making me roll my eyes as I pull on a long-sleeved sweater. I don't like to sleep in a ton of clothing, but this is ridiculous.

Teeth chattering, I cross the hall to Brendan and Líadan's room, surprised to find that it's warmer in here and not stuffy.

"I can hear you flailing," Líadan sighs, propping her head up on her fist. "Why can't you sleep?"

"It's freezing in my room," I complain. "How is it so warm in here?"

"I turned the heater on," Brendan teases me. "I also have a dehumidifier running too. Otherwise the heater fucks with my sinuses."

"Bless it," I groan. "That's exactly why I haven't turned on the goddamn heater."

Snorting, Brendan pulls Líadan closer to him and into the middle of the bed. "Get in, Jordan, because I can guarantee none of us will be able to sleep until you do."

"I don't bite unless you ask nicely," Líadan says sweetly, making both Brendan and I snort as I pull off my sweater.

Leaving on my joggers, I begin to crawl into the bed when I realize Líadan is naked.

"Little one, why the fuck aren't you wearing any clothes," I groan, laying on the corner of the bed as I get comfortable.

"I hate clothes in bed," she complains. "I'm going to rub myself all over you while I sleep, so be prepared for that. I also have moments where my hand may end up down your pants."

Brendan gives a low chuckle that goes straight to my dick. "Lía is a liar," he says. "She absolutely bites without permission. I swear I have teeth marks on my body from a few weeks ago. Our little brat is lucky she's perfect."

Líadan preens as I process his words. "Ours?" I ask, turning to face them. I know I said I wanted to move things forward, I just thought I'd have to work for it more.

"I don't have time for games," she says. "I know I want you, I know you're loyal and will help protect us, the rest will come with time. Life is too short to worry about the minutiae of the details, unless you're planning a hostile takeover."

"Even then, things pop up," I chuckle, remembering the way things changed rapidly at the club. "I thought we were going to go on dates and get to know each other first. I haven't been in a relationship in a really long time."

"A date?" Líadan asks excitedly.

"Fuck," Brendan mutters. "Yes, we should definitely go on dates because Lía has never been on one. I haven't either if we're splitting hairs. We kept our relationship very under wraps. We don't need to do that anymore."

"I'll plan something," I murmur, the wheels already turning for things to do in New York City. "Until things settle in Chicago, I'm sure we'll need to watch ourselves, but we can still find ways to have fun. Not to be forward or anything… Can we get an electric wand for fun?"

Líadan practically purrs as she wiggles away from Brendan to snuggle against me.

"So, I gather you enjoyed that?" she asks with an open smile as she looks up at me. There's darkness and light fighting in her features, which I can clearly see in the ambient light from the streetlights outside.

"I did," I rumble. "I'm sure I'll enjoy everything we do, Princess."

Brendan wraps himself around Líadan like a very dangerous cat, making me smirk as he rubs his face against her back.

"You need to shave, baby," she teases him, wiggling her ass at him.

The way they act together is incredible. They're open and honest, and Brendan just drapes himself over her whenever possible.

"I will tomorrow," he says with a yawn. "I didn't have time while I was being a shadow and stalking people. Now, hush and sleep before the next disaster happens."

"God, I feel like I should be knocking on your thick noggin right now," I groan. "Don't borrow trouble or I'll spank your ass."

"Hmm, I've never been spanked before by a hot man," he says, kissing Líadan's shoulder. "I feel like you're threatening me with a good time. Should I call you Daddy too?"

"Fuck, please don't," I tell him, snorting. "That's surprisingly not my kink. I'll happily dominate and fuck your tight ass without it."

"I thought we were supposed to be going to sleep," Líadan whimpers, making me groan as her hand wanders to squeeze my cock.

"We are," I grumble. "Close your eyes before I end up doing all the things I've been wanting to do."

"You should probably take your hand off his cock, Lía," Brendan says, nipping her shoulder.

Her gasp makes me smirk as she starts to remove her hand. Feeling bold, I take hold of it, shoving it down my pants.

"Now, behave and go to sleep, baby," I growl, yawning.

I can feel the curve of her smile against my skin as we all settle and fall asleep. I want more time with them like this, and I'm willing to fight for it.

"Are we really going on a date now?" Líadan asks with a suppressed smile. My mission in life is to get her to laugh more. She deserves to grab some happiness in this life.

"Yep," I say with a smirk, squeezing her thigh. I told the two of them to dress warmly, and that was it.

We're on the subway headed to do some ridiculous touristy things. The city may be swarming with enemies, but the last place they'll be is where we're going.

Brendan leans his shoulder into mine as he crosses his boots at the ankle. His messy dark brown hair is half hidden under a warm black woolen hat, his body covered in a long coat to keep the chill away.

He looks as if he could be on the cover of a mafia magazine if such a thing existed. His tattoos peek out of the top of his coat, a hint of greens and blacks and purples.

"I'm not telling you either," I murmur, watching the way his coat opens to show off his strong thighs in his dark pants. His cock is hard and proudly outlined in them, and he's not doing a damn thing to hide it.

I'm bookended by two gorgeous brats who enjoy being in control. It's adorable.

"So unfair," Líadan grumbles, crossing her legs. She's wearing dark jeans, a maroon coat, and a cream sweater. Her curly raven hair is up in a braided messy bun at the top of her head and a warm gray cable knit headband keeps her ears warm. Her makeup is light, even though I'd tell her she doesn't need it if it wouldn't get me stabbed.

Líadan can wear whatever she wants after years of being told otherwise.

"Yeah, yeah," I say, glancing up as we arrive at Central Park. "Time to get off, Princess."

"Promise?" she asks brightly, making Brendan and I snicker.

"Maybe later," I tell her as my ears go hot and red. There's an older woman glaring at me who may be in her seventies. Oops.

"Dirty old man," she hisses as I help Líadan from the train.

"Maybe turn down your hearing aid in public spaces," I suggest as we get off the train.

Brendan bursts out laughing as Líadan's eyes go wide.

"Oh fuck," she whispers as I shrug.

"Eh, she started it first," I explain mildly as we walk up the stairs out of the station.

As Brendan and I link hands with Líadan, we stroll together through the park to where there's ice skating.

"So, how do we feel about ice skating?" I ask them with a grin.

"I don't think I've ever been," she says with wide eyes. "I've always wanted to do this though."

"You have great balance, you'll both be fine I think," I reassure them as we grab skates and put up our shoes.

Carefully, we move around the ice, and soon Líadan is getting the hang of it.

"How does this fare so far as part of our date?" I ask Brendan with a chuckle as Líadan pulls away with a wide smile.

It's cold today, the air visible with every breath as we skate. Snow begins to fall over our heads, making this ever more beautiful.

"It's a pretty great date," Brendan says with a happy sigh. "It's hard to believe the old bastard is dead. I know I saw it, but I still have to remind myself that we're free of him."

"You went a little trigger happy clearing the path for our girl," I murmur. "I don't blame you in the least. Duncan Ryan was never getting his grimy hands on her."

Snorting, Brendan lazily turns in a circle on his skates. Fuck, they're already ridiculously good at this. They both had to grow up too damn fast. Today is about being silly and enjoying life.

"My father shouldn't have been responsible for keeping anyone or anything alive," he grunts. "Now that you mention it, cutting his hands off would have been fun."

Grabbing him around the waist, I pull him toward me as I roll my eyes. "So damn bloodthirsty," I murmur.

Brendan throws his arm over my shoulder as we skate around the rink, my eyes already searching for Líadan.

"Bloodletting makes me happy," Brendan says with a shrug. "Does that bother you?"

"Not even a little," I say, a rough bark of laughter exploding from me. "Lennon has her own demons, several of which she even married. It doesn't make me uncomfortable. I already have a list of people I plan to present to you that I think were at Líadan's birthday party. Keep your nose clean, don't get caught. I'm catching feelings as they are."

With a final squeeze, I release him and skate off until I can see Líadan. She appears to be trying to evade a group of guys who are trying to crowd her. Too bad she's the bigger threat.

"Líadan!" I yell, needing her to see me. Her eyes find me immediately, widening to tell me that her patience is thinning.

"Excuse me, I think you're crowding my girlfriend. Back the fuck up."

Sliding back, they look surprised to see me. Brendan races up to me on his skates, holding out his hand for her to take. She doesn't need it, but I appreciate her pretending to be weaker than she is.

Blood on the ice in Central Park is probably frowned upon.

"I thought she was your girlfriend," one of the guys says, frowning.

"Did I? I mean ours," I respond. "Whatever the semantics are, they're none of your business, and she's not looking."

Wrinkling her nose, Líadan shakes her head. "No offense, but I'm good."

"Sorry about that," another one mutters, looking dejected before he skates away with them. They all apologize under their breath, surprising her.

"I don't think I've ever had a man apologize to me before," she says.

Glancing at Brendan, I raise my eyebrows. "I apologize with orgasms, not words typically," he grunts, making me shake my head.

"Once more around and then we can go?" I ask. "I'm thinking we can grab some hot chocolate as we cut through the park."

"Hmm yes. That sounds nice," she says with a smile.

Holding Brendan's hands, we ice skate a bit more before changing into our shoes and getting that hot chocolate.

"Pretty sure this is the best date I've ever been on," she giggles. Brendan places his hand on his chest as he soaks in her laughter, looking emotional as he swallows hard.

"It's not that high of a bar to hit when it's the first of many," I tell her with a smile as we walk.

Brendan gets control of his emotions as he kisses Líadan's forehead before taking a sip of his drink. Watching the stone hard killer with a bit of a chocolate mustache makes me happy. Keeping things light is difficult with these two, because it serves to remind them of what they've missed out on.

Walking next to Brendan, I tug him into a small copse of trees that hides us from the main trail. I know Líadan will follow, and I push him against a tree trunk.

"You have a little something on your lips," I say before my lips crash against his.

"I didn't know our walk had a show too," Líadan says, continuing to sip her drink. I want Brendan to know that I want him as much as I do her.

They may be a package deal, but they're both important to me.

Brendan groans as his lips move under mine, slowly opening so I can explore. The cold piercing on his tongue moves over mine, forcing me to suck on it to tease him. My hips grind against his as I feel his hard cock slide against mine. I wasn't planning on this, though nothing is ever planned with these two.

They're going to forever keep me on my toes.

"He tastes so fucking good," I say to Líadan, leaning away with a smirk. "I couldn't help myself."

"I want to play together," she says with a small pout. "I also want the rest of our date though."

"Then I guess you're going to have to wait," I tease her. "Since my cock shows no signs of going down, you may as well tell me what playing means to you."

Walking back onto the trail as if nothing happened, Brendan takes a deep breath as he fixes his coat so it covers his erection.

"Oops," I murmur, finishing off my drink.

"I'll ‘oops' on your ass," Brendan grunts. "Fuck, I'm so fucking hard."

Líadan shrugs as we walk, tossing out her empty cup as we approach a garbage can. Brendan and I throw out our garbage as well, while I lead them to an Italian sandwich shop that I love.

I'm in New York for business pretty often, so I have my favorite places that I enjoy while on the go.

Our feet crunch on the snow that's beginning to pile up, making me drop my head back to catch snowflakes as they fall.

"You're enjoying the snow a lot for someone who doesn't live somewhere that snows," Líadan teases me. "That big fancy recording label is in Los Angeles, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. I'm not there very often," I explain. "When I'm not touring with Layla or Lennon, I have a room in Lenny's house so I can see the babies. Layla was living in her sister's guest house. We all wanted to stay close by."

"Sounds co-dependent," Brendan murmurs. "I can't say shit about that, though. I am connected at the hip to Lía."

"Maybe a bit? We're all busy, so we're not really on top of each other. I'm still putting out fires for the label even when I'm home too," I tell them. "Well, that's what I used to do."

"So you were on the move a lot," Líadan says with a nod. "It would be interesting to see so many different places, I'd think."

"I'm a professional traveler," I say. "Touring, sometimes you're in a different city every night. I don't like to do that to my artists though. It's exhausting. Instead, I'd find a way to give them breaks along the way. A burned out band isn't a great idea."

"Creative minds burn hot, but they need space too," she murmurs absently. Breathing deeply, she groans as she smells the food from the restaurants as we approach.

"It's a good thing I'm planning to feed you, Princess," I say, crossing the street with them. "This is one of my favorite little sandwich shops. It's too cold to walk and eat, so we'll find a spot inside."

Chatting once we have our food, they pepper me with questions about things that I've done and seen.

"What was your favorite place that you've ever traveled to and why?" Brendan asks as he takes the last bite of his sandwich.

Even though the shop is busy, we found a high top table where we can stand and eat our food.

"I loved Ireland," I admit. "Dublin treated me very well. I was younger then, and this was before Layla was born possibly? I partied with the band, got into trouble, got us out of trouble, and lived and breathed the music."

"I hate that I'm taking that from you," Líadan says, to my horror I see actual tears.

"Princess," I coo. "Why is there wet stuff in your eyes?"

Brendan turns so fast he almost upends the table. "Lía," he breathes. "Talk to us, love."

"It's so silly," she whispers. "I haven't cried in too long to say, and this is what makes me sad. What if you hate us for this? God, I'm taking over for Daddy, giving you a whole other cage, aren't I?"

She's not speaking loudly, but Líadan is definitely losing her shit.

"You're doing no such thing. Let's move this conversation to another location, beautiful, okay?" I say, jerking my head toward the back exit as I pick up our trash.

Dropping it in the garbage as we walk out, I pull her into an empty alley with Brendan to talk.

"First of all, I have to say I'm incredibly touched that you're this worried about me, Princess," I say as I cup her face. My hands are cold despite the fact that I've had them tucked into my pockets for much of our walk.

There was some truth when Líadan teased me about not being used to this weather. I forgot my fucking gloves.

Brushing away the tears, I continue. "I typically won't do anything that I don't want to do," I say. "Your father may have had me by the balls for a bit because he was threatening Layla, but when he gave me access to his networks, he also gave me the tools to destroy him. His accounts are all in your umbrella corporation now. You don't need to go through any red tape at all. Anything you need as far as liquid assets are yours to control," I tell her.

"Why are you telling me this?" she asks with a shuddering breath.

"I'll call Layla and Lennon, continue to have a relationship with them, it just may look a little different than before," I say. "Your kingdom isn't very happy to have a woman in charge."

"I think it's because I'm the nightmare Daddy created," Líadan says. "They don't understand anything except a heavy hand."

"Monsters tend to have that kind of thought process," Brendan says, leaning against the wall next to her. "We'll need to clean house, start over and see who is even worth keeping around. I have no problems with inviting them all to a meeting and blowing that fucker up. I don't get to play with explosives enough, baby."

Líadan and I snort in amusement, my lips curved in a smile.

"We're a handful," she reminds me.

"No you're several, and just enough trouble," I growl, my fingers grabbing her ass and hiking her up until her legs wrap around my waist.

Kissing her hard, I open her coat to expose her to the cooler air. Brendan is a true gentleman, pulling her wrap-around sweater open so I can suck on her lace-covered nipples.

"I think you promised our girl a show," he growls. "I need a release or I won't be able to play later. I think a trip to a sex and kink store should be part of our date, though. Fuck our girl, and fulfill one of her other kinks. Lía loves to be fucked outside, we just have never done it during the day."

"Are you a greedy little whore for us?" I ask her, licking up her cheek as I taste the precious salt from her tears. I'm testing her boundaries just a little to see how she reacts. Thankfully, Lía shivers with need, moaning.

My eyes cut over to Brendan quickly and he nods carefully, releasing his cock from his pants. Stroking his shaft, his tongue licks his bottom lip, as if to tell me to keep going.

"I need your words, Princess," I rumble, unbuttoning my coat, so I can rock my pants-covered cock over her core.

"Yes. Yes, I'm your greedy little whore. I need to be fucked right here. Please," she whimpers.

Opening her pants, I drop her legs and pull them down. Tugging off a boot as I squat by her feet to catch a glimpse of her pierced clit, I free one of her legs as I rise, hiking it up on my hip to get the angle I want to fuck her in. I want to be able to watch her face when she comes around my cock.

"It's going to be hard and fast," I whisper, moving back to claim her lips and pull off her coat. Brendan takes it helpfully, his chest starting to heave with arousal.

"Good, I need your cock," she whines, making my cock twitch hard.

"Fuck, why did I not think to bring a condom," I complain, kissing her hard.

"I'm clean," she gasps, pulling away. "I want you bare. I've only been with Brendan for years."

"I'm clean too," I grunt, opening my pants to release my cock. Rubbing myself over her wet core, my eyes roll back. "Princess, you're dripping for me. So damn perfect. Usually I'd give a shit and remind you to be quiet. Fucking scream if you want to. I want to eat your pussy until you come, but it's too fucking cold."

"I'll still think you're a gentleman, Jordan. Fuck me," she complains, gasping as I bark out a laugh and the tip of my cock magically finds her entrance. It's as if we've done this a million times before as I thrust my hips to slide my shaft deep inside her pussy.

Yet, it's our first time.

Lía whimpers as she feels the full stretch as I rock my hips back and pull her other leg up to wrap around my back. Squeezing her ass in my hands, I bounce her on my cock as I tug the lace of her bra down, so I can suck on her perfect tits. Her nipples are hard as diamonds between the cold and arousal, and she mewls as I bite down hard.

"Fuck yes," she says. "More. Mark me and fuck me, Jordan."

"Your filthy mouth is begging to be stuffed," Brendan growls, the crown of his shaft leaking pre-cum. The veins in his throat are prominent as he struggles not to come yet.

"One day soon Jordan and I both are going to fuck that tight little cunt at the same time. Could you handle that, milseán?"

"I can handle anything you can throw at me," she promises. Her breasts are bared to the cold, and yet she looks like a goddess as I fuck her. Her body is vibrating practically as she writhes.

I know my piercing is beginning to rock against her G-spot as her legs tighten around me like a boa constrictor.

"You bet your sweet ass you can," Brendan says lazily. "We're going to plug your ass up tight, so all you can feel is how damn full you are. Maybe we should pick up a spreader bar while we're out…"

"You're a fucking cock tease," she wails. "Jordan, fuck, please, I'm so close."

Moving my hand to rub her clit, Brendan presses something into the palm of my hand instead. It's a closed switch blade, which makes my eyes widen.

"I have my hand a bit busy stroking my own cock currently, beautiful, so I'm letting Jordan borrow my blade. Come for him, and pretend it's me," he says breathlessly.

My balls begin to draw up as I bury my face in her shoulder. Apple cinnamon fills my lungs as I begin to rub her sensitive clit with the handle of the knife. Immediately her pussy clenches around me to the point where I can barely move.

"Fuck, baby. You're strangling my cock," I grunt. "I'm learning all kinds of things about you right now. Goddamn, I can feel you dripping down my cock. Maybe I'll have Brendan clean me up afterward."

"Fucking hell, you bastard," Brendan gasps as he explodes. Ropes of cum jet out of his cock across the alley, making me lick my lips.

"I think I'm in trouble," I tease Líadan as I fuck her cunt. Her body shudders as I hold her tightly, continuing to play with her bundle of nerve endings.

"Your mouth is a damn weapon," she wheezes, her chest heaving. "I'm…oh fuck."

"That's it, baby. Let go for me. Oh goddamn," I moan as she detonates on my cock. Shuddering, she pulls me over the edge with her, leaving me gasping as I paint her insides with my cum.

Brendan looks perfectly put together as he leans against the wall, watching us with a secret smile. "I definitely got lunch and a show. I think I need dessert now."

He makes good on that as I reluctantly pull out of Líadan's warm, tight hole, coming over to clean both her and I of every drop of cum. I can attest that the piercing on his tongue is fucking incredible as it slides over my cock and he sucks on my balls to clean me up.

Grinning up at us with shiny lips, he stands to give us both rough kisses, ensuring we can taste ourselves on them.

"Group sex toy trip?" he asks as he helps Líadan get dressed and I fix my pants.

"The two of you may kill me," I grunt, breathing hard and very erect again.

"Nah, you'll be fine," Brendan says as he helps Líadan into her coat. "Now let's get the fuck out of here. It's cold. Oh and Jordan? I'll take my knife back."

As I hand him back the knife, Líadan and I watch as he sucks the handle clean before putting it away.

"You really don't play fair, Brendan," Líadan sighs, squirming as he winks at her.

Snorting, I nod in agreement, making sure we take the subway to the sex shop that has the items we'll need, because it's warmer. What can I say? I have a hard time saying no to either of them.