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)
“Where do you think you’re going? Lick it up.”
Lust explodes inside me again as I do as he says, his cum on my tongue, and then Tiernan wraps his arm around my neck, pulls me down so I’m kissing him, sharing his load between us.
“The rest is yours,” he tells me. “You’re in me, so now I have to be in you too.”
I do it, greedily, licking up the rest of his salty load and swallowing it down, filling my belly with it.
With him.
I have no idea what that was, any of it. All I know is I never ever want it to stop.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Tiernan
My ass is sorer than I let on. I’ve never let someone fuck me before, and honestly, I hadn’t known how much I would want it until tonight. Even more than that, I needed it—maybe not the act on its own, but with Dean.
I don’t understand this fierce connection I have to him. The only way I know how to explain it is to compare it to how I feel about Cillian and Rory, but I’ve never wanted to fuck either of them. I’ve never wanted to possess them. It’s a trip, and I don’t know what to think about it. All I do know is that somehow, for whatever the fuck reason, I needed Dean tonight. He gave me something no one else would have been able to.
I lean over, blocking the code for the drawer as I open it. Once I have my gun tucked away in the lockbox—something I never should have let him touch—I grab my box of weed.
We don’t speak as we sit here, naked, backs against the headboard, and I roll a joint.
Dean breaks the silence first. “I’m sorry I did that without a condom. I wasn’t thinking. I just…needed inside you. I haven’t been with a lot of people. I’ve never gone raw before, and I should be negative.”
I shrug. How can I get upset with him when I told him to keep going? When I practically fucking begged for his load? “I think that’s the first time you’ve ever apologized to me.”
“I’m being serious.”
I cock a brow. “And you think I’m not?”
“I’m trying here, Tiernan.”
“Well, don’t. I like you better when you’re an asshole.”
Really, I like him all the time, every version of him, more than I’ve ever liked anyone in my entire life. Which means I’ll probably lose him. My father will never let me keep him, so I must make sure he doesn’t learn about Dean for as long as I can. People who are happy are harder to control.
When he doesn’t answer, and I can see an unfamiliar softness in his gaze, I say, “Jesus. It’s fucking fine. I told you to do it. I’m negative too, but we’ll get checked to make sure. I sure as shit want to fill you with my cum now too.”
Now that we’re not fucking, now that I’m not distracted with his mouth, hands, and dick, the edge of tonight is creeping in on me again. How is Aislin feeling? Does she hate me? Should I have not allowed her to go?
I finish rolling the blunt, then drop my head against the wooden board and close my eyes. “I shouldn’t have let Ash go.” Just like I shouldn’t be talking to Dean about this right now. Why do I trust him so fucking much? But it’s not like he doesn’t already know what went down. He wanted to be there, and he’s still in my bed now.
“She would have kicked your ass if you tried to make her stay.”
I smile. He’s so fucking right. They know each other well already. “Yeah, and I don’t ever want to treat her like my father does…the way he treats my mom too.” Like props, like pawns in his little game. Like they’re nothing without him—none of us are, but sometimes he treats them like they aren’t even people.
The room is silent around me. I hear Dean breathing, but it’s ragged, so I open my eyes to look at him, see the tightness in his jaw, the way it pulses, and the way his gaze is suddenly closed off. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re pissed. What did I just say?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing. I just don’t like men who don’t treat women the way they deserve to be treated.”
I give a humorless laugh. “Then you’d hate my father.” I hate him too.
“I want to help you,” he changes the subject.
Are we back on this again? I don’t want to talk about tonight. “Nothing to help with.” I pluck the lighter from my box.
“I hacked his bank account.”
“Jesus, Dean.” I run my free hand through my hair. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble.” I made him stay with Cillian to keep him safe from that.
“No one can track me. I’m fucking good. I’ve lived in a goddamned computer or a book my whole life. I know what I’m doing. I’ve always been a natural. My brain just fucking works that way, but that’s not the point. I can transfer a hefty amount. Make it look like he just wanted to disappear.”