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"Fine, why don't you ask him what he wants," I said.

Everyone went still as if it hadn't occurred to any of them. I'd pointed it out already. Jack wanted it. There was no way in hell I was wrong in my observation. I spent my entire life people-watching. I knew what people wanted before they knew at times.

"Okay," Finnian finally said.

I rolled my eyes. I was the crazy one, but I was the only one willing to act on this insane attraction. So what if Jack was the boss's son? There was danger involved, but if anything, I was pretty certain it made Jack more appealing. We moved toward the living room. The moment Jack sat down, Ronan was right next to him. Finnian tossed the blanket at Jack and Ronan fixed it around him. They both were no fun. I wanted to continue to admire his slender body and the way the pink garments clashed with his pale skin. Finnian took the single chair and I leaned against the wall. I hated sitting for long periods of time unless I had to for a job.

"Jack, what do you want?" Ronan asked. He was as gentle as ever, practically holding Jack's hands.

"I—"

"If you want one of us that way, all you have to do is say so," Finnian said. He glared at me over his shoulder. "Everyone else will fuck off."

"Are you hoping he picks you?" I laughed. "Not with that stick up your ass."

"I will kill you."

A shiver raced down my spine, and I pushed off the wall. "Want to play?"

"Would you two stop flirting?" Jack groaned.

Finnian jerked around. "I'm not."

"Felt like flirting to me," I said.

I winked at him as he glared my way. Fuck, someone needed to pull the ten-foot pole out of his ass so he could relax. He'd been like that since we'd met and still, my opinion on Finnian hadn't changed. He was a stickler, a neat freak, controlling, arrogant, and hot. Above all else, he was someone I knew to stay clear of. We were too different. I loved a good fuck and fight, but we were no better than ammonia and bleach; we'd probably kill each other in the end.

"You're a lunatic. Your opinion isn't relevant," Finnian said.

Before I could utter a word Jack shouted his answer. "I want you to be my daddies."

"What now?"

"You mean Ronan?" Finnian asked.

I couldn't exactly disagree. Out of the three of us Ronan probably fit that title the best. Especially with how soft he was with Jack.

"No."

Ronan's lips dipped in a frown. "Oh."

Jack whirled around. The blanket dropped away from him giving us the full view of his body once more. "That's not how I meant it. I want you. Shit—I mean shoot, Ronan I've been trying to convince you to see me for a while now."

"You've been seducing your guard dog, princess?" I whistled. Ronan was a better man than me. Jack just had to breathe, and I was ready to stick my cock in him without thought but Ronan had been holding out this entire time?

"What do you mean then, Jack?" Finnian asked.

"I want all three of you."

"Greedy."

"Cian shut up." Finnian sat up in the chair. "You want all three of us to do what?"

Jack groaned. "Do I have to say it again?"

"Jack." One word from Ronan and the princess was crumbling.

"I want all three of you to be my daddies, okay?"

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