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He squeezed his cock and smeared the emerging precum over that slick tongue, those rose lips. Finn clasped his hands behind his back, relinquishing all control. The gesture made lust coil in Conall’s groin. He fisted his cock and jerked in a blurring-fast motion. His balls climbed, his insides strained. A moan escaped him, and then he came across Finn’s pretty face. Splashes of cum hit his tongue, splattered onto his cheek, stray droplets landing on his brow, his hair. The more Conall dirtied him up, the more debauched Finn looked, and that drew more spurts from him, his insides clenching deliciously as he unloaded on the most gorgeous target.

When the last drop had landed on Finn’s tongue, Conall sank onto his knees before him and kissed off the mess he’d made. His lips brushed Finn’s forehead, his nose, then he licked up the ribbons of cum on Finn’s cheek and chin before capturing his mouth.

Exhausted, they sank onto the mattress, collapsing next to Darin’s sleeping form. The boy had dozed off despite their noise, and Conall took pride in how thoroughly he must have wrecked him. He wrapped his arms around Darin, who stirred but didn’t wake, snuggling closer in his sleep. Finn hugged Darin from behind and met Conall for a last kiss before he nestled in the sheets. Conall laid an arm across both his boys, keeping them close. He fell asleep a moment later, happy and sated.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Finn

“You’re going to name them what?” Conall asked, lifting an eyebrow as he regarded the array of colorful drinks Finn had lined up in front of him and Darin on the counter of their beachside tavern. The sale of raiding rights along withThe Poisoned Doubloon,The Pillaging Seasand the rest of his fleet recuperated from Anne’s possession had made Conall a rich man. He’d invested a good portion of it in the tavern they’d built in Mosquito Bay—now renamed Merman Bay—and it had paid off, with customers streaming in via boat or the track he’d cut through the jungle.

“Cocktails,” Finn repeated, stifling a laugh.

“And you’re sure people are going to order a drink called acocktail?” Conall asked, failing to maintain his sweet but transparent attempts to hide his skepticism out of love for Finn.

“Absolutely,” Finn said.

“Why cocktail though?” Darin asked

“Sometimes I’ve got a cock, sometimes I’ve got a tail… Other mermen will be able to relate. Trust me.”

Darin picked up a glass filled with a sunset-colored drink and smelled it. “Mm, orange. I like it.”

“This one’s calledsex on the beach.”

Conall whipped around. “People are going to order sex on the beach from you and Darin?” he growled.

“I thought it’s called a cocktail?” Darin asked, his calmness in hilarious contrast to Conall’s barely contained rage.

“They’re all cocktails,” Finn explained the concept he’d come up with. “But each cocktail has its own, individual name.”

“And guests will remember them?” Darin took a sip and closed his eyes, smiling in pleasure as the mix of alcohol and fruit juices stimulated his taste buds. Finn had worked hard to make his drinks irresistible.

“Yes.” Finn pointed at two drinks made with, amongst other ingredients, imported Irish whiskey. “These are calledorgasmandblow job. Nobody will forget that.”

“People will be ordering orgasms and blow jobs from you?” Conall shouted.

“It’ll be good for business,” Finn said, deciding to keep theslippery nippleand other debauched names to himself for the time being.

Success proved him right.The Horny Mermanbecame the hottest tavern in all of Vieques, in more than one sense of the word. The tavern’s name had been Finn’s idea too, and it drew in customers like moths to a flame. Conall had laughed at first, as much as at Darin’s suggestion ofThe Rowdy Pirate, but the sheer popularity of the tavern quieted him. It was such a winner with locals and travelers alike, they had to build an adjoining inn to house the men too drunk to return to Esperanza after a night out.

A few months later, the construction of the inn was followed by a swimming basin to better serve the needs of their merman patrons. Potion trade had long reached Esperanza, but mermen, even though they appreciated having legs and cocks, wanted to spend time in their natural shape. The swimming basin allowed Finn to cater to patrons in his fishtail form while Darin took care of serving drinks in the tavern building.

The pool was the final touch that drew in the masses, creating an interesting loop: Mermen and pirates would meet in the tavern or the pool, blushing and giggling as they ordered obscenely named drinks from Darin and Finn. It broke the ice in seconds, and the alcohol fueled the mermen’s desire for cock. Soon a room at the inn was rented, and a wild night of insane sex and never-ending merman orgasms followed. Then, when merman and pirate left—often hand in hand—they spread the word of their scorching hot night atThe Horny Merman, which led to pirates and mermen flocking in from all over the Caribbean.

Conall kept the place running in the background, mixing drinks, ordering supplies from Esperanza and taking care of maintenance while Finn and Darin waited on the patrons. Finn loved how his watchful eyes tracked their every move, growling when a guest got too frisky. One look at Conall’s hulking frame was enough to scare anyone off. After the situation with Anne had been settled, Conall was determined to give Darin and Finn everything they dreamed of and more. He fucked Finn into oblivion with impossible vigor and turned warm and mushy for Darin—though he fucked him as hard, just as he liked it.

Finn loved decorating the tavern and the rooms of the inn with native flowers. He adopted a stray cat and a puppy, and, if the treetops at the back of the beach were anything to go by, a dozen green parrots. He created stability for Conall and a place that felt like home for Darin. The tavern’s success meant his men didn’t have to experience the risks of pirate life, and he was glad for it. The three of them weren’t a family in the traditional sense but family they were.

They spent every free minute in each other’s arms, giving in to the delectable arousal that licked at their insides whenever they were close. Conall and Darin provided Finn with a cascade of orgasms, and for the first time in his life, Finn was wholly satisfied.

As months passed, he received news from Arian, who shared his life with Fernando, the Spanish merchant he’d lured in. Much later, Finn heard from Tarlis, who had returned to his birthplace in the North Sea and had reunited with Kristian. Finn was happy for them, though he was baffled how they managed to sate their sexual appetite with just one man each. But then again, Finn had heard of Fernando’s sexual prowess, and Kristian’s brutish nature perhaps translated to a particularly satisfying bedroom experience.

But some questions Finn had no answer to: Where was his friend Zade? Luis, the Spaniard he’d bonded with had almost died when his heart gave out in a night of untamed passion. According to Darin, he eventually recovered. Had they found each other? And, with Luis’s condition, how could Zade’s lust be taken care of?

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