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)
“Ew. Gross,” Aislin jokes. “But also, strangely cute because it’s Tiernan and I’ve never known someone who can go shot for shot with him like this.”
“We’re not fuckin’ cute,” Tiernan and I say at the same time, making the pit in my gut grow.
“Well, that was fuckin’ weird. I’m team Ash on this one.” Then Rory begins shoveling food into his mouth like he hasn’t eaten in a week.
With a tight jaw, I make my plate, taking advantage of the only distraction I have right now.
Somehow, I know Tiernan is thankful for it too.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Tiernan
I’d stayed away for as long as I could earlier, but I was in a shit mood the whole time. I wanted Dean in my house, but I knew I shouldn’t be around him either. The shit both Cil and Rory say about him being mine is fucking with my head. Yeah, I’m a possessive motherfucker, but not in the way I am with him, and I’m not sure how to deal with it.
But now we’re here. I sold a shit ton of product today. Had a phone call with my father and got an update on some stuff back home, and Michael fucking Jensen has been on his best behavior.
We’re done eating dinner, and Aislin is doing homework with Dean while I’m sitting on the couch, watching the two of them with a scowl. He smiles at her a lot, laughs with her in a way he doesn’t with me, and though I shouldn’t fucking care, it’s obviously got me feeling something.
I’ve never been jealous of my sister before, never been jealous of anyone, and I want to kill him and also fuck him for making me feel it.
“The two of you fucking done or what?” I snap, my frustration clear in my tone.
“Yes. I’m actually tired. So, so tired.” It’s only eight o’clock, but Aislin does an exaggerated fake yawn and stretch. An actress, she is not.
“You’re an idiot.”
She walks over and kisses my cheek. “I love you.”
“You too,” I tell her, then watch as she tells Dean good night, then goes upstairs.
He doesn’t move, just continues to sit on the floor, at the coffee table, watching me.
“Why am I here?” he finally asks, in that deep, melodic voice of his. “Because you want to fuck me?”
I grin. “I was thinking because you have computer skills that could be beneficial to me, but if you want to fuck, we can do that too.”
He rolls his eyes. “You’re such an asshole.”
I don’t try to stop my smile. “Because I’m willing to have sex with you? I think that’s very nice of me.”
“Shut up and show me where your shower is.” He pushes to his feet and grabs his bag.
While I enjoy going back and forth with him, probably more than I enjoy much of anything else in my life, I stand too. “If you insist.”
Dean follows me upstairs. “You’re being very agreeable tonight.”
“Because I said I’d fuck you?”
“I never said I wanted you to fuck me.” When we hit the carpet at the top of the stairs, he says, “Maybe I want to fuck you.”
“We can fight for who gets to be on top. I know how much you love to fight, but FYI, I don’t play fair.” I don’t allow myself to overthink my words. I’ve never bottomed, though not because I have any hangups about it. I’ve just never found someone I wanted to do it for.
“I never thought you would.”
“Good boy—umpf.” He presses me against the door, the front of his body aligned with my back. While I know I should get out of this, show him he can’t touch me whenever he wants and that he doesn’t have control over me, I must admit, the way my pulse races and the pleasureful energy racing through me are indescribable.
“Stop. Calling. Me. That.”
“What? My good boy? You know you want to be good for me.”
Dean thrusts against me, the stiff length in his jeans sending sensation skittering through me.
When he doesn’t reply right away, I cock my head to the side so he has better access. “Do you want to mark me again? Does it make you feel powerful? I sense that in you. I can feel your desire for it. You lived a normal, boring life until you met me, didn’t you, and now you want a taste for what I have.”
Pain shoots through my neck when he bites into it. “Oh fuck.” Pleasure darts down my spine, my dick throbbing. Why the fuck does he get to me this much? I don’t understand it.
He buries his face in my neck, not biting me now, not sucking or anything. Just…breathing. “I don’t want to be like you.”
But he does. We both know that. I sensed it in him the moment I met him.