Page 20 of Bittersweet Revenge
“No, thanks,” Dean replies.
“Aw, come on. Tiernan was just talking about how he hasn’t seen you in a while,” Cillian adds. Okay, so they’re in the mood to bust my balls today. I’m going to fucking kill them both.
“I was talking about that pretty mouth of yours and how much I enjoyed shutting it up,” I lie. This isn’t the route I planned to take, but Cil and Rory talking shit leaves me no choice. Plus, it’s fun to shake things up with my new kid.
“If you’re lucky, next time I’ll shut you up with this.” Dean grabs his dick, and I have to hand it to him, he doesn’t back down. Everyone else does, and I must admit, I like the competition with him more than I should.
“Next time? What, you think we’re boyfriends now? I don’t do boyfriends, but if there’s ever a time I’m really hard up, I’ll give you a call.”
Rory and Cillian laugh.
“So…should I expect a call tonight? You seem the type that would have trouble finding someone who wants to fuck you.”
“Ooooh,” both Cil and Rory say.
“Says the guy who came saying my name and who’s still wearing my marks. You don’t even try to hide them. Why is that? You want to be reminded of what I do to you?”
“I don’t hide them because I forgot they’re there, just like I forgot about hooking up with you. What, you think I haven’t had anyone else since?”
My body flushes with heat in an unfamiliar way. My muscles tighten, my chest too, and all because this kid I don’t even knowfucked someone else? Jesus, something about him has me off my game.
“He was better too.”
I shove to my feet, and both Cillian and Rory are right beside me before I have a chance to do much of anything.
“T…” Rory warns.
“I’m not going to hurt him.” I step closer to Dean, who doesn’t back up. He’s brave, that’s for sure. “I’d ask you if he smelled my cum on your skin, but I know you’re lying and didn’t fuck anyone.” Then I lean in and bite his bottom lip, immediately pulling back again. My dick throbs beneath the fly of my jeans, and I already miss the scent of musk and cinnamon on his skin.
Dean’s hand shoots up and touches the spot, which is bleeding slightly.
“Oops.”
He licks the blood away, then spits at my feet. “You should have one of your little friends take care of that for you.” He nods toward my wood. It’s a really inopportune time to start getting random boners off nothing but talking shit and a nip to his lip. “Wait. Youarehard, right? I can’t tell.”
And just like every time we see each other, one of us walks away, leaving the other standing there, wondering what the fuck is happening.
And I fucking like it, more than I can remember liking anything in a long time, maybe ever.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dean
Istare atmy phone in disbelief when it shows Aislin calling me. What happened to texting? Do people actually talk on the phone anymore? I thought that was reserved for bill collectors and spam calls.
“What?” I say instead of hello.
Aislin chuckles. “God, I swear you remind me of my brother sometimes.”
“Well, that’s definitely not a compliment.”
My response earns another laugh from her. “He’s not so bad. Life hasn’t always been the easiest for us.”
My teeth practically break because of how tightly I tense my jaw. Being the prince and princess of a Mafia boss must have been so hard for them. They have their parents, family, money, and we had nothing. And now, I’m becoming friends with her and let Tiernan make me come. My nails press into my palm, but even the biting pain can’t distract me from those thoughts.
“Dean, did you hear me?” she asks, making me realize she’s been speaking. I haven’t heard a word.
“Sorry. Doing homework. What did you say?”
