Page 52 of Bittersweet Revenge
“Pfft,” Tiernan replies. “He can’t fucking hurt me. And if he tries, I’ll kill him. Liking to stick my dick in him doesn’t change that.”
I take another step, this one louder, to alert them I’m coming and stop that conversation. When I enter the living room, Tiernan’s in the chair and Cillian on the couch.
“Oh look, it’s the little fighter who can’t handle his weed,” Tiernan teases.
“Oh look, it’s the angry little lord who’s wearing my marks.” I flash a quick glance to Cillian, then watch Tiernan as I say, “Do you still smell like my cum too?”
“Jesus,” Cillian curses. “There’s fucking two of you.”
Tiernan ignores him, telling me, “Come here and find out.” When I don’t move right away, he says, “That wasn’t a request.”
“Fuck you.”
He cocks a brow. “Are we back to that?”
“We never left it.”
“You’re the one who came down here, trying to what? Claim what’s yours? With my cousin? We’re close but not that close. I’ll play your game with you, though, because until I’m done with you, I’ve already told you you’re mine. I’ve let you mark me too, so come over and smell yourself on me.”
My dick twitches. There’s no denying I want exactly what he said. I’m going to do this with him, keep doing it and enjoying it because there’s not much I’ve been able to enjoy in my life. As long as it doesn’t change the ultimate plan, what can it hurt to pretend I’m a part of this world and that Tiernan is really mine?
I walk over to him and straddle his lap, legs pressed between the arms of the chair and his thighs. The fabric of his shirt—he’s wearing a tee for the first time—is soft, expensive-feeling against my skin as I pull it over his head.
“Someone is feeling very possessive. Just remember you can only take what I allow you to have.”
“Because you want me,” I say, then suck on his throat again. His skin is so hot, the blood beneath the surface making him throb…making me throb too.
Cillian curses again. “What the fuck is happening?”
“Talk to me about Molly. It should be selling better than it is,” Tiernan tells Cillian.
His cousin sighs, and then the two of them talk about selling drugs while I show Cillian that Tiernan is mine now. His handrests on my hip, and I smell our sex on his skin, the way it’s still on mine.
It’s a short conversation, and just as they finish up, Aislin comes down the stairs. “No fucking on the furniture.”
“Why are you dressed like you’re leaving?” Cillian asks.
“Because I’m going to school.”
Tiernan pushes my head away. “No. You’re not. And I have an exam today I can’t miss, plus a fucking business to run.”
“Fuck off, T. I don’t have any classes with Jensen. Do you think he’s going to break into my lecture and attack me? Plus, Rory isn’t letting him out of his sight. Cillian watched him last night. Did they tell you he’s fucking a professor?”
“That’s enough,” Tiernan cuts her off, I’m sure because of me. His voice softens when he adds, “I’m not ready for you to leave this house yet.”
She sighs. “I’ll be fine. You can’t keep me locked away. I’m not Mom, and I can take care of myself.”
He tenses beneath me. Tiernan is a lot of things, but I’ll never doubt how much he loves his sister. I can feel his concern for her, see it in his eyes. He wants her to have her freedom, but he wants to take care of her too.
“I’ll befine,” she reiterates. “I trusted the wrong persononce. I won’t do it again. I promise.” The love in her soft but determined voice doesn’t escape my attention either.
“I’ll skip and be her tagalong,” I offer.
“Hey, fuck off, Dean. I don’t need a babysitter,” Aislin argues.
“Fine,” Tiernan cuts off my reply. “As long as you take Dean with you.”
There’s an unexplainable shift in my chest…that he trusts me with her.
