Page 77 of Bittersweet Revenge
Hope and happiness bloom in my chest, something I’m still not used to and don’t know how to respond to, so I just squeeze her thigh and let go. This night is everything I didn’t know I needed or wanted, something I never expected to have.
It’s that thought that makes me turn to Tiernan and take his mouth. He lets me, doesn’t give a fuck about being in a straight bar and making out with his…me.
He pulls me closer, and I taste beer on this tongue, let Tiernan control the kiss for a moment, his tongue pushing in deep in a public claiming that makes me come alive.
“Fuck, that’s hot. You share him?” a guy asks from behind Cillian and Rory. Another guy laughs as Tiernan stiffens against me, then pulls back.
There are four guys there, maybe a couple of years older than us. They can’t go to Ashford. If they did, they would know Tiernan, and they’d have to have a death wish to talk to him this way.
To talk to me this way too, though no one would know that.
“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, whoweare.
I’m Tiernan’s, which makes me a part of us, makes me anuswith 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
