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)
His skin is hot in my mouth, tastes like salt and soap as I suck as hard as I can, marking what’s mine.
Tiernan O’Shea is mine, and there’s no changing that.
“Fuck.” He moans, rutting against me. I fist his hair, some of the strands slightly wet from the shower he must have taken after he…what? Got bloody killing another man?
My lips journey to the other side of his throat, sucking him there too, pulling blood to the surface with my mouth, the two of us grinding together in a fury of want and desire.
Tiernan grabs at my shirt. I pull away just enough so he can tug it over my head, and then my mouth is attached to his left pec. Blood rushes through my ears. I feel powerful in this moment. Everything about Tiernan makes me feel powerful. For a reason I can’t understand, I bring this man to his knees, and there’s nothing more significant than that.
My dick is painful behind my fly, and as if reading my thoughts, Tiernan shoves his hand between us, working my button and zipper open, pushing my jeans and underwear down below my ass.
A hiss rushes past my lips when his hand wraps around my dick. I use my teeth on his nipple, tugging it and making him moan and arch toward me.
I maneuver myself so I can settle between his legs, shoving my clothes the rest of the way off as I do. My mouth continues to work its way down, kissing, biting, sucking the skin of his torso, Tiernan’s hand on my head, rubbing his palm against my buzzed hair.
I bury my face in his full balls, inhale his musky-soapy scent, suck them, lick his cock, take it into my mouth again. All I want is to make him feel good. Me. Dean. Riordan? No. That person is dead. He died with my dad, and now I’m who I made myself into—the man who loves his parents while knowing I’m letting them down.
“I thought you were fucking me,” he says, voice raspy.
“You need my cock?”
“I don’t need anything.”
I grin up at him. “Maybe not yet, but you will…and you want it. You fucking want me, little lord.”
“I never tried to pretend otherwise. That was all you.”
It was, but I won’t—can’t—do that anymore.
I suck him again, taste his salty, thick shaft, then work my way up his torso again. Leaning over him, I reach for the lube, but Tiernan’s hand shoots out and grabs me.
His gaze flickers to the gun beside the lube bottle, then back to me. His instinct is not to trust me, the war in his eyes clear. In reality, he’s right. He shouldn’t trust me. But he let me touch it before.
I won’t hurt you. I’ll let you kill me, but I won’t hurt you.
Without taking my gaze off him, I reach again. It takes a second, but then Tiernan relents, and I reach over the handgun and pick up the bottle of lube.
Trust. Tiernan O’Shea is, again, giving me his trust.
I taste bile in my throat, self-hate echoing through my head. He doesn’t know who I am, he doesn’t know who I am, he doesn’t know who I am.
This time when I lean down, I kiss him softly, almost tenderly. I’ve never kissed Tiernan this way before. Hell, I’ve never kissed anyone this way. His mouth tastes different somehow. Just as fierce and searching but tinged with something I can’t place.
Tiernan’s hands go to my ass, our bodies aligned as we rut together again, tongues tangling.
Without pulling away from him, I flip open the cap on the lube, slick my fingers, and slip my hand between us. Tiernan spreads his legs for me as I reach beneath his balls, find his hole, and rub it. He moans into the kiss, then bites my lip, because of fucking course he does, and I smile against him.
“You gonna push that finger in me or what?” he asks.
I do it without a word, just work it into his tight, hot body.
“Good boy,” he adds, apparently still needing to try and assert that shred of dominance over me.
“It’s okay to give in to me sometimes. You think it’s normal for me to do? But I fucking do it. I give you that because you’re all up in my head. Give it to me too.”
I ease my finger in deeper. Tiernan lets out a deep moan, bowing his body toward me. “Give me another one.”
“No.”
“Yes, you asshole.”
“Kiss me.”
Tiernan curses, but he does, lifting his head so our lips meet again.
The kiss is hungrier than the one just seconds ago, but it lacks the teeth of many of the ones we’ve shared. I fuck that one finger in and out of him as we kiss and nibble at each other’s mouths, and when he relaxes completely against the bed, his body pliant and free, I push a second into him.