They laughed and then groaned together as Rig reached down between them and gripped both their erections in his hand. “Lube,” he growled.
“I saw a tiny bottle next to the shampoo. I told you, this shower has everything and Finns like to be prepared.” Rory poured a stream of the thick liquid over their cocks and gasped as Rig took over.
He bit his lip as their dicks slid against each other in Rig’s tight grasp, groaning and pumping his hips in helpless reaction. After his last climax, he wasn’t sure he could get this close again this fast, but Rig was relentless.
“This is what I meant when I said I was done being patient, Finn. I want this every day. Want you in my hands or in my mouth every damn day. I’ll feed you and you’ll feed me and we’ll all fuck. Sound like a fair trade?”
“God yes.” Rory was practically on his toes as Rig’s strokes got rough and wild. “Oh God, yes.”
Rig scraped his chest hair against Rory’s sensitive nipples. “It could be like this. Exactly like this. I know you want it as much as I do.”
He did. He wanted it so much. “Please, Anthony.”
“Come with me, Rory. Let go and come for me. I need to see it.”
He couldn’t resist him. Their cries were loud and broken as they came together. Rory looked down to see the pulse of his release mingle with Rig’s. Fucking beautiful.
“I might need to redecorate my bathroom after all,” Rig said after they’d caught their breath and started to rinse off. “I need this in my life.”
“Right?” Rory was laughing when the bathroom door opened with a bang. “Wha—David?”
Warm brown eyes were narrowed with—not anger—concern. “Rory, your brother is here.”
Rory scowled. “Which one?”
“James?”
Rory didn’t blame David for sounding confused. His own family barely saw James enough to recognize him.
“What the hell is James doing here?”
David bit his lip and reached for the nearest towel. “He’s here to take you home. It’s Elder— Sol. Your father, I mean.”
“Elder? What about him?”
“Rory, your brother said he’s had a stroke.”
Chapter Seven
James tugged on his short, dark hair and looked around the old house they’d grown up in. “Did he throw out some of the furniture?”
“A while ago. Said the table was pointless since no one ate there and the nice sofa was for company he didn’t want.” Rory stared at the new scar on his brother’s cheek. It was at least a few months old. Had they not seen each other in two months? Longer? “What’s going on there? Were your green eyes not enough to set you apart? When did that happen?
“Long story.” His voice was clipped and hard. “You’ve been waiting all day to ask me that, haven’t you?”
“There can only be two reasons for a scar like that. Thrilling heroics or wild, angry sex. Of course I’ve been waiting to ask you.” Rory leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. “Nothing else to think about today.”
They’d spent all day at the hospital with the rest of their brothers and Sol’s twin brother, Shawn. Rory had been volunteered for info gathering on Elder’s medical condition, since it was his hospital and he knew most of the nurses in ICU by name.
Unfortunately, he’d also slept with one of the doctors on duty—the one who’d recently reconciled with his wife after “getting men out of his system”—but that couldn’t be helped.
Sol the Elder had had a stroke in the grocery store early this morning. And according to the medical professionals, it had pissed him right the fuck off. Even with the one-sided facial paralysis, the inability to use or control both his legs and his right arm, his number one goal was still making his nurses cry when they’d needed to take blood, take his vitals or adjust his catheter.
He’d also refused family visitation. He hadn’t wanted to see anyone but his eldest son. “Probably wants to guilt me back into our old job,” Younger had muttered before disappearing down the hall.
Uncle Shawn hadn’t taken the ban well. He wouldn’t leave the waiting room, but he’d been so upset Rory’s brothers had agreed that one of them should be with him at all times. In case he needed to talk.
“After my stay in the hospital he stopped by for dinner once or twice and I thought…” His uncle had wiped a weary hand over his face. “I don’t know what I thought.”
Rory wished he had soothing words for this man who’d been the first to show him what compassion and kindness looked like. But he’d always had the suspicion that it was morbid curiosity, not concern, that had brought Elder over for dinner. After learning his father had also been in a relationship with his aunt, he considered Sol’s need to flaunt his own good health in front of the woman who’d broken his heart. Or maybe he’d shown up to spend time with the only Finn he thought was honoring the family name, other than Younger. Senator Stephen Finn.