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“I thought you didn’t chase after anyone?” I toss back over my shoulder.
His body crushes into mine from behind, not stopping until he has me against a tree, Tiernan’s chest against my back. “I’m not chasing you. I’m warning you. Don’t play with my sister to get to me.”
I tremble at the feel of his breath against my ear. “Not everything is about you.”
“Says who?”
I turn slightly and push into him with my shoulder so I can face him again, and when I do, Tiernan is smiling. He likes this, whatever the fuck this is. I should be disgusted. He fucking disgusts me, but that doesn’t stop my dick from getting hard.
“Are you jealous?”
He rolls his eyes. “I’ve made no secret of the fact that I want you…and then I’ll be done with you. That’s how this works.”
I don’t know how I find it in me to say what I say next, who this person is that Tiernan has so quickly brought out of me. Yes, I’ve been known to be an asshole myself. I’m harsh and keep myself at arm’s length from others, but I’m not like him. I refuse to believe I’m like him. Still, that doesn’t stop me from speaking words I could hear come out of Tiernan’s mouth. Words that will get me one step closer to where I’m trying to be. “You wanted tohear it, so here you go: I want you…to suck my dick.” And then I wait to see how he’ll respond.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tiernan
Who in thefuck is this guy? I should take him out right now, or at least knock him down a peg. No one—and I meanno one—talks to me the way he does, and though it makes my skin prickle and my muscles tense, it makes me even more fascinated by him.
I’ve never been so curious about another person before. Most of my life the people around me have been so carefully controlled. And when they’re not, it’s either a random person at the grocery store or someone who might not be connected but knows there are certain ways you behave around me and ways you don’t. Even if they aren’t afraid of me, they’re afraid of my family, or they’ve heard of my reputation. Dean must have heard rumors, yet he doesn’t back down an inch. It’s annoying as shit, but also hotter than it has any right to be.
“Now, now, that’s not one of the options,” I finally reply, pressing my hand to his throat.
“It’s what I want. You’d look pretty on your knees for me.”
My pulse jumps in an unexpected way. My hand tightens on his throat, but Dean doesn’t push me away…no, he puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer.
Every nerve ending in my body sparks, catches flame and burns me from the inside out. I’m not blowing him. I love sucking dick, but that’s giving my captivating little new kid way too much power.
I also don’t have condoms or lube with me to fuck him, nor the patience to take him back inside to get him beneath me.
“Oh, New Kid, I look pretty all the time,” I tell him, then slam my mouth down on his.
Dean’s hold on me tightens, his fingers pressing hard enough to bruise my hips, and all it does is make me want more. His tongue pushes into my mouth like he’s dying of thirst and I’m the only well for him to drink from, and I press him more tightly against the tree, rut against him, let him feel how hard I am for him, and savor the feel of his thick, firm cock against mine.
I’ve never wanted to devour someone more, to push them to their knees or bend them over and slam into them with as much ferocity as I do Dean. I want to show him who I am, want to give him a taste of why people fear me, but at the same time, the way he challenges me, tries to push me to the edge and take control, is like I’m breathing for the first time.
I let my mouth travel down his throat while my hand slips away. “This is what we’re going to do…are you listening?”
“Fuck you.”
“Tsk. Tsk. You’re even angrier than me.” I bite his throat, then suck the skin into my mouth.
Dean hisses, rutting against me like a horny little slut.
“I’m not sucking you off…but Iamgoing to make you come. If you want it, be a good boy and open your jeans.”
“Fuck—”
“Me. I know. Do you want my hand on your cock or what? I don’t have all night, and I’m starting to get bored.”
“I hate you,” he says, but he reaches down and unbuttons and unzips his jeans. He shoves them and his underwear down, his thick, pretty cock springing free.
“You don’t know me.”
“I still hate you.”
