neck.
“She’s with them too,” Kyan bit out, looking over at Niall with a hard stare. “And Nash. All four of us. We’re hers and she’s ours.”
Niall frowned, seeming like he was trying to piece those words together and make sense of them. “But she’s your wife.”
“I know, but she’s theirs too. Not by law. But by… agreement. I dunno what else to call it. They love her and she loves them. It’s all of us, that’s just the way it is,” Kyan snarled, his shoulders tensing like he was struggling to control his anger over what had happened.
Niall stared between all of us as those words sank in, and I swear something in his eyes actually changed. Almost like the green in them turned from a deep forest colour to a brighter, sweeter hue and my racing pulse stilled a little as some of the danger faded from the room. Not that I’d be letting my guard down around Kyan’s impulsive uncle any time soon.
“And you’re okay with that arrangement. Multi-dicks and all, lad?” Niall asked, seeming genuinely curious and not at all aware of the tension in the room.
“Yes,” Kyan said firmly.
“And you’re okay with it too, lass?” Niall looked over to me, seeming oblivious to the rage being pointed his way by everyone. It was like a flip had switched inside him and he was just back to his usual, casual self, no mention of the fact that he’d just tried to kill my boys. He really was insane.
Blake pushed himself up to sit, rubbing his neck as he glared at Niall like he was considering another fight. Saint placed a hand on his shoulder in warning and he didn’t move again.
“Yes,” I said firmly. “I love them equally. And I know you were trying to protect Kyan, but fuck you Niall.”
“So it’s like a pick and mix for you? If one of your boys is pissing you off, you can just go find another?” he asked me.
“It’s not like that, I lov-”
“That actually makes a lot of sense. I always did feel sorry for my wife having to weather my brand of insanity alone. If she’d had a boyfriend too maybe he could have given her some reprieve from my company. Of course, I’m not certain I could stand another man sticking his cock in my woman…” He rubbed his chin in contemplation, acting as if he hadn’t just come damn close to killing Blake or getting his head caved in by Saint. Was this seriously not an unusual day for him? “My Ava wasn’t likely to have wanted that though. And my bed has been emptier than a nun’s vagina since she was taken from me, so I’m not likely to ever find out if I’d be able to allow it without castrating the other fella-”
“It’s a family,” Kyan snapped. “I wouldn’t just let any man fuck my woman. But I love the three of them too. It’s the only way that it ever could have worked for us.”
“So you fuck them as well?” Niall asked him, pointing between Saint and Blake and tilting his head like he was picturing it. I mean, it wasn’t a terrible picture, so I gave it a little imagining myself for the hell of it.
“No,” Kyan grunted, his lips lifting with a hint of amusement. “They couldn’t handle me.”
“Well, I can’t say my horizons are broadened every day, but you’ve definitely given me food for thought,” Niall said, sounding like this really was giving him a lot to think about as he smiled widely at us.
He chuckled, looking to Blake. “Sorry about that then, lad. Look at it this way though, now you can say you survived the wrath of the best hitman in the state – which I don’t think anyone else has ever done. Ever. Not once. I don’t leave bodies kicking. Or twitching. So everybody wins.” He stepped closer to Kyan, lowering his voice. “So tell me more about this arrangement? Do you have a schedule? Or do you all just whip your dicks out and -” He waved his hand between us all. “Act like animals whenever the feelin’ takes ya?”
“I’ll tell you about it another time,” Kyan muttered, helping me to my feet. He checked me over closely then kissed the corner of my mouth when he was satisfied I was okay.
Niall gazed at us all with some dawning thought shining in his eyes. “Well,” he said, moving to pick up the crowbar then heading