Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
He takes it all, doesn’t miss a drop while he still manages to suck me at the same time. The second my balls are drained, he’s pushing onto his knees. I guess he didn’t swallow it all because he spits some of my cum on his cock and uses it to jack off.
My body sizzles, comes alive again. That’s hands down the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and the gleam in his eyes says he knows it, knows what he does to me and craves it as much as I crave him.
Tiernan’s powerful gaze holds mine until his mouth opens and he’s moaning out his release, shooting onto my stomach and groin just like he did the last time. When he’s milked everything from his cock, he uses his hand to rub his load into my skin again…and I don’t even try to stop him.
“Don’t shower tonight or tomorrow. I want you to smell like me all day.”
“No,” I argue, but the reality is, I’ll probably do it. He’s wearing my marks, so maybe I should wear his too, if for nothing other than to know it’s me who makes him feel this good. Me who drives him wild…the man destined to kill his father.
I don’t move as Tiernan gets dressed. He pulls his cell out of his pocket, and I’m struck speechless when he says, “What’s your number?”
No words come right away, so he asks me again.
“Why?”
“I want it.”
“I thought this was to get me out of your system.”
He shrugs. “You keep things interesting. No one around here dares treat me the way you do. For whatever reason, it gets my dick hard.”
He does the same for me.
“Give it to me, or I’ll take it from Aislin.”
With a sigh, I give in. But then I guess it’s not really giving in, is it? This is exactly what I wanted—to get close to him.
Tiernan enters my number into his phone, then pushes it back into his pocket and picks up The Count of Monte Cristo. “I’m borrowing this.”
“Fuck off. I’m reading it.”
He shrugs. “And now I am too.” He tosses a cocky grin over his shoulder and slips out of my room as easily as he came in.
Fuck. That was…I don’t even know what that was.
The hatred for him and myself still blazes beneath my skin, but I do what I do best and ignore it.
Reaching over the side of the bed, I find my underwear and shorts and pull them back on. I smell him on my skin, feel his sticky cum dried into me…and smile.
A second later, the door opens, and Ollie comes in. “Tiernan O’Shea? That’s who you’re hooking up with? You know who his father is, don’t you?”
My body tenses. Shame washes over me. “No,” I lie.
“Look him up—Sloan O’Shea. He’s dangerous, Dean.”
“I’ll be fine.” Another lie. Nothing will ever be the same again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tiernan
I’m halfway to my house before I realize I’m smiling. Tonight was hot, and Dean really does it for me, but I have a million things I should be focusing on rather than busting a nut with my little fighter.
School, business, Hal fucking Winters. My father. And most importantly, what could have happened to Aislin tonight.
There’s absolutely no reason to be smiling.
And yet because of that little fucker, I am.
My phone rings, and despite it being nearly four in the morning, I have no choice but to speak with my father. When Sloan O’Shea calls, you answer, or you’re punished—especially me.
We have check-in calls every Sunday, so the fact that he’s calling now, and so late at night—or early in the morning, I guess—means something bad happened or he’s pissed at me.
He couldn’t have found out what happened tonight, could he? Ash wouldn’t tell him, and though Cil and Rory probably should, they won’t. They’re loyal and keep my secrets. I know how lucky I am to have them.
A weight lands in my chest as I pull my cell from my pocket and answer the call. “Hello?”
“Why am I not getting as much money from you as I should?”
I roll my eyes. Of course that would be what this is about. “Sales have been slow. School just started. We’re working on some ideas, have some parties planned. It’ll pick up.”
“It better. If school is no use to me, you won’t be there.”
I tense at the threat because I know he’ll follow through. I’m supposed to be able to have this time. I still have my duties, and I take care of them, but I’m going for law, which is what he wants because it will benefit the family.
Every family works differently, but this is how the O’Sheas operate, how they always have, but when my grandfather was killed, my dad stopped keeping up with the traditions he doesn’t like.
“I’ll fuckin’ fix it. Jesus, it’s only been a few weeks.”