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)
“Excuse me?” Tiernan asks.
“You share him? Or is it the other way around? Does he share you? I like your man, though…something about the buzzed hair and muscles together, ya know? Looks a little dangerous, which is hot as fuck.”
“Oh fuck,” Cillian says.
“Hell yeah, motherfuckers!” Rory adds.
My heart rate spikes, my skin tingling in this eager way, and the next thing I know, I’m lunging at the guys, somehow managing to climb over Tiernan. And right behind me, T, Cillian, and Rory are on them.
I save the guy with the big mouth for Tiernan, knowing he’ll want him. I grab the blond by the shirt and let my fist fly. It lands in his face, and he stumbles backward. There must be pain in my hand, but I don’t even feel it.
I tackle him, jerk him to me, knee him in the gut, just as I look over to see T has the one with the big mouth on the ground, fists flying. Cillian and Rory are beating the hell out of the other two guys as people in the bar either scream or cheer, but no one does shit to stop us. Not when we’re with Tiernan, because they know who he is, who we are.
I’m Tiernan’s, which makes me a part of us, makes me an us with them, and it feels like fucking flying.
Pain shoots through my jaw when I take a punch. “Do it again,” I tell him. As wrong as it is, I fucking love this.
He hits me again, but that’s all I’m giving him before I punch him, grab his hair and pull it down while I raise my knee to hit him in the face. Blood shoots everywhere, and he falls to the floor.
“That’s enough, boys. Let’s fucking go!” Aislin says. She’s the only one who didn’t drink tonight. While she wanted to go out, she wasn’t ready for that.
The four pretty, spoiled-boy-looking motherfuckers are all bleeding and moaning as we jump to our feet.
“Not a fucking word,” Tiernan shouts at the bartender, who holds up his hands in defeat.
Aislin leads us outside. The second we’re out in the cold, fresh air, Rory jumps onto Cillian’s back. “Fuck yes! That felt good!”
“You crazy motherfucker. I fucking love it.” Tiernan wraps his arm around me, pulls me close, and kisses my cheek with his bloody lip.
“You always tell me to have control, but you didn’t seem to mind me not having it tonight.”
He pumps his brows. “That’s because this was fun.”
“And this is why I’m going to start dating girls.” Aislin pulls open the driver’s door.
“You kicked the guy I was fighting on the way out,” Cillian tells her.
“Mine too.” Rory slides off Cillian’s back and ruffles her hair. “You’re just like us, Ash, and you fucking know it.”
She grins.
I do too.
Yeah…I’m definitely fucking happy. This will go down as one of my favorite days I’ve ever had.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Tiernan
The car is loud with laughter as Aislin drives us back to the house.
In a lot of ways, this situation isn’t anything new for us. This is what we do—wreak havoc, get into fights, are on top of the fucking world, but it feels different having Dean here with us.
It’s so fucked up how he makes everything better. I don’t get it, but I want to revel in it, luxuriate in every fucking moment I have with him. What is it about him that makes everything feel right? I never expected to have this, especially not at my age, but now that I have him, I never want to let him go.
“I swear I thought you were gonna have a fuckin’ orgasm over getting to hit someone,” Cil tells Dean.
“What, you mean you didn’t?” Rory teases. “Badass, New Kid.” He’s in front with Aislin and reaching his arm back so Dean can bump fists with him.
I like seeing him with my people, like having him as a part of us.
I listen to him joke and talk the rest of the drive. Cillian is accepting him more now, trusting him, getting used to someone else being in our circle.
The bar isn’t far from the house, yet it feels like it takes us forever to get there because as much as I’m enjoying this, I want him all to myself.
Reaching over, I push my hand down his pants, rubbing his bulge with my palm.
“Jesus, T. For-fucking-real?” Cillian shakes his head, but he’s grinning.
“I can’t help it. He’ll tell me to stop if he wants to.”
Dean sways his head to the side, a loopy smile on his face, pushing his legs as straight as possible in the back seat. “Don’t stop,” he says, making Cillian roll his eyes.
“I swear the two of you are exactly the fuckin’ same sometimes.” Cil shakes his head.
“What’s happening?” Aislin asks.
“You don’t want to know. Just get us home,” Cillian answers.