Page 45 of Bittersweet Revenge
“I don’t know. I don’t usually do this.”
He shakes his head as if he doesn’t believe me. I’ll let him think it’s a lie.
“If you want clothes, grab some shorts from the dresser. You know I won’t force you, but you also know what I want. There are supplies under the cabinet, if you’re so inclined.”
Dean lifts his arm, pokes at the angry, throbbing mark on my neck where he bit me, then walks to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him, my drawers left untouched.
I pull my jeans off but leave my underwear on as I lie on the mattress. When I hear the shower turn on, I press the code to open the top drawer of my nightstand and check my gun box to make sure it’s locked. I’m good about keeping it locked and the case affixed inside so it can’t be removed, but I also don’t ever have anyone in my room other than Aislin, Cillian, or Rory.
Beside the box sit condoms and a bottle of lube, and I pull those out just in case, then settle in withThe Count, flipping through pages I already read. I haven’t lied when I told him I didn’t continue past where he left off.
This motherfucker has me all twisted up.
Time drags by, what feels like an eternity passing, before the shower turns off. I don’t set the book down, keeping my eyes on the pages as I wait for him, only glancing up when I sense him watching me.
“Oh, you’re done?” I ask a nearly naked Dean, wearing nothing except a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Why aren’tyounaked?”
“Do I have a reason to be?”
He answers by opening his towel and letting it fall to the ground. He’s…fuck, so fucking hot. Maybe a little too pale, but his skin’s unblemished, smooth, legs furry with dark hair, stomach flat and muscular, with a happy trail I want to bury my face in.
“Did you shower last time? When I told you not to?”
“Fuck you.”
I grin. “I’ll take that as a no. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you smell like my cum again, and this time, you’ll be here, so I’ll see when someone gets too close to you and can smell me on your skin.”
“Maybe you’ll be the one to smell like me.”
I shrug. “We’ll smell like each other.”
Dean reaches out, and when his fingers clasp the band on my underwear, I’m nice enough to lift my hips so he can pull them off.
“Are we going to fight for it?” he asks.
It feels like I’m on a roller coaster, that adrenaline rush swooping through you on the first big drop. “I’d be disappointed if we didn’t.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Dean
Ihave noidea what the hell I’m doing. It’s like spending time with Tiernan brings out a darker, possessive side of me, one that’s always been there, in the deepest corners of myself, locked behind this invisible wall I constructed. I tried to hide it, kept it behind bars, without even realizing I was doing it, but somehow, Tiernan found it.
Somehow, he has the only key.
And now that I’ve been set free, I doubt that part of me can ever be buried again.
Leaning down, I bite his lip, making him gasp, but he doesn’t let that distract him. The press of Tiernan’s hands lands at my hips, fierce and quick. Before I can do anything about it, he flips us so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me.
I grab the back of his head and try to pull him down so I can kiss him, but Tiernan fights me, grabbing my arms and trying to press them to the bed.
My hips buck forward, trying to throw him off me, but it doesn’t work.
“Motherfucker,” I grit out.
“I’ll kiss you when I want to kiss you. You’re not being a very good boy.”
