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)
Tiernan doesn’t take his gaze off me as he rubs his release into my skin, then falls down beside me, arm slung over his eyes, still wearing his smile, unaware of the torment that’s about to engulf me.
I really do want to own him.
To possess him.
But the worst part is, I really want to give myself to him too.
And I don’t know how to be okay with it, but know I won’t change it, and that he’ll be the one to avenge his father after I put a bullet through Sloan’s head.
Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Maybe that’s how this shit keeps going on. And I’m okay with that. It’s not as if I have much to hold on to anyway, not as if this thing between us is real. Especially after he finds out who I am.
I’ll kill his father.
Then Tiernan will kill me.
I want it to be him.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Tiernan
The moment Dean shuts down, I feel the wall between us, see the light in his eyes dim.
I’m not supposed to care. With anyone else I wouldn’t. It’s so unfamiliar that I do—like this strangeness, a discomfort in my chest. It takes me a moment to realize it’s less because I’m not sure what to do with experiencing these feelings myself and more that I don’t like to see it from him. After all, it’s my job to take care of what’s mine.
“Why are you pouting? I know I fucked you hard enough, so that can’t be it.”
Dean’s eyes narrow, only not in that sexy-hateful way, but in the real hateful one. Right. So apparently, I said the wrong thing. I’m shit at this.
“I’m fine.” He rolls over and tries to get out of bed, but I grab him and pull him back down. He goes easily, which tells me he doesn’t really want to leave this bed.
“Listen, my default is asshole. I don’t know how to be anything else, and I don’t want to learn.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
“So what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. We fucked. What else are we supposed to do?”
I frown. Do I want him to fucking cuddle me and tell me all the secrets of his heart? Hell no. “Good point. This is usually where I kick the person out, so I guess we just…lie here.”
“Or I could go sleep on the couch.”
I roll my eyes. “Not happening. I said I would fuck you all night. I can’t do that if you’re not in my bed.” I flop down on my back beside him and look at the ceiling, Dean doing the same.
The room is silent, and we’re both just lying here. My leg starts twitching, and the quiet grates on my nerves, which doesn’t typically happen, so I blurt out, “Do you want to smoke a bowl?”
“I’ve never done that.”
“Wait, what? How are you eighteen and never gotten high before?”
“Nineteen.”
I frown. “You’re a freshman.”
“Just turned nineteen this summer and started school late.”
Oh, that makes sense. Still, “How are you nineteen and never gotten high before?”
“Because, asshole, not everyone lived the same fucking life as you. Jesus, you can be a prick.”
“Yeah, well, that’s why I get your dick so hard. I’m getting you high.”
Reaching over, I press the code into my drawer, open it, and tug out the box with my stash of weed, papers, and pipe. It automatically locks when I close it. I sit up on the bed, and since taking the time to roll the perfect joint isn’t really what I want to do right now, I find a good bud and pack it in the bowl.
“Sit up.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Sit the fuck up.” At his death glare, I relent. “Please.” Then, “Jesus, you’re fucking cute.”
We both freeze because what in the hell just came out of my mouth?
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t say shit like that to me.”
“Believe me, I don’t want to.”
I shoot a quick glance his way, and I swear he’s almost smiling. Definitely time to get high.
The lighter flicks to life, and I let the bud burn for a moment before pulling the pipe to my lips. My lungs fill, tingle and burn with that oh-so-familiar feeling I’ve known since I was, like, eleven. When I’ve held it in long enough, I let the billows of smoke escape, turning slightly to the side, and see Dean watching me.
He licks his lips, the bastard making me want to taste him again. Instead, I put the pipe to my lips, light the weed and inhale, then lean closer. I don’t stop until I’m right in front of his mouth. I nudge his nose with mine, see realization dawn on him.
Dean opens his mouth, and I slowly let the smoke out as he sucks it in. I’ve never shotgunned weed with anyone before, but doing it with him is making my cock twitch again. There’s no doubt in my mind he could get me hard again in no time, but his hole probably needs a little break before I rail into him again.