Page 84 of Bittersweet Revenge
Shit. My eyes squeeze shut. “I have to study for a test.”
“Jesus, Tiernan. Do you hear yourself? Who cares about that stupid fucking school of yours? You have responsibilities. Get home.”
The bed shifts, Dean wrapping his arms and legs around me from behind, his mouth suction-cupped to my neck, and thoughI hate my father, hate even speaking to the man…I smile. “Cillian and I will be there in a few hours.”
“I didn’t ask for Cillian. I asked for you. Get home.” He ends the call, so I toss the phone to the mattress beside us. I hate it when he demands stuff like this from me. It’s never something I want to do. Most of the time, it’s a job he can do himself, but he likes to show his control over me by making me do it for him.
“Take me with you.” Dean wraps his hand around my cock and gives it a slow stroke. That, along with his mouth against my skin, starts to get me hard again.
“No.”
“Yes.” He keeps going, moving his hand up and down my shaft.
“I can’t just fucking bring home someone my dad doesn’t know when he likely has a job for me. That’s not how this works, little fighter. Now, I know you have some pent-up energy you need to get out, so instead of trying to go with me and create violence, why don’t you use that energy on my dick.”
He laughs. “Fuck you…” Bites my neck. “Asshole.”
But then does exactly what I want, getting off the bed, kneeling between my thighs, and not stopping until he’s swallowing my load. Somehow, it helps. And just before draining the last drops from me, he pulls back and jerks me off so I shoot the rest all over his chest. Fuck, he’s so hot. But even more than that, he makes me feelalive, when I hadn’t realized I needed resuscitation before him.
“I’m going to make you smell like me before you go.”
I grin at this man…my man. “I’m counting on it.”
He pushes me to the bed, jerks himself off, cum splattering on my torso.
Maybe I can soften my father up to the idea of Dean when I get to Boston, let him know I found someone, so that Dean can be a part of our family.
*
“He didn’t tellyou what’s happening?” Cillian asks as he, Rory, and I sit in my office at the house.
“As if he ever does. He calls, and I come.”
“Did your dad say anything?” Rory asks Cil, who rolls his eyes.
“Because my dad and I have such a talkative relationship.” He glances away, pretending it doesn’t bother him, but we all know it does.
“He can’t know about Michael Jensen, right? No one knows but us and Conan,” Rory continues.
I shrug. “I’m not sure there’s much he can’t figure out if he wants to. I don’t think that’s it, though. If so, he would want me to bring you two with me. I think he’s just pissed I haven’t been home as much this semester, and he’s found another way I need to prove myself.”
“Yeah, that’s probably it,” Cil adds. “Your boy staying here?”
Warmth floods my chest at the question. “Yes. If he tries to sleep anywhere else, don’t let him.”
“So he can hit Cil again?” Rory laughs, and Cillian gives him the finger.
“He won’t. He’ll be good. Plus, I told him not to hit Cillian again because you’ll always hit back, and then I’ll have to hurt my own cousin.”
“Fuck you, motherfucker,” Cillian responds with a grin. “I see how it is.”
I shrug. “He’s mine.”
The two of them glance at each other before looking back at me. “Yeah…yeah, we know, T,” Rory says.
“We’ll keep him out of trouble while you’re gone.” Cillian stands.
“Good luck with that.” I lead the way to the door. As soon as I open it, Aislin is there with her arms crossed and wearing a scowl. “I was going to tell you.”
