Page 78 of Bittersweet Revenge
Tiernan
The car isloud with laughter as Aislin drives us back to the house.
In a lot of ways, this situation isn’t anything new for us. This is what we do—wreak havoc, get into fights, are on top of the fucking world, but it feels different having Dean here with us.
It’s so fucked up how he makes everything better. I don’t get it, but I want to revel in it, luxuriate in every fucking moment I have with him. What is it about him that makes everything feel right? I never expected to have this, especially not at my age, but now that I have him, I never want to let him go.
“I swear I thought you were gonna have a fuckin’ orgasm over getting to hit someone,” Cil tells Dean.
“What, you mean you didn’t?” Rory teases. “Badass, New Kid.” He’s in front with Aislin and reaching his arm back so Dean can bump fists with him.
I like seeing him with my people, like having him as a part of us.
I listen to him joke and talk the rest of the drive. Cillian is accepting him more now, trusting him, getting used to someone else being in our circle.
The bar isn’t far from the house, yet it feels like it takes us forever to get there because as much as I’m enjoying this, I want him all to myself.
Reaching over, I push my hand down his pants, rubbing his bulge with my palm.
“Jesus, T. For-fucking-real?” Cillian shakes his head, but he’s grinning.
“I can’t help it. He’ll tell me to stop if he wants to.”
Dean sways his head to the side, a loopy smile on his face, pushing his legs as straight as possible in the back seat. “Don’t stop,” he says, making Cillian roll his eyes.
“I swear the two of you are exactly the fuckin’ same sometimes.” Cil shakes his head.
“What’s happening?” Aislin asks.
“You don’t want to know. Just get us home,” Cillian answers.
My hand eases under his boxer briefs next, wrapping around his shaft. I give him a slow, tight stroke, a moan slipping out.
“You know I’m down.” Rory turns and looks over at us. I’m sure none of them can see very well because the car is dark, but they know what’s happening.
“Rory likes to watch people fuck,” I tell Dean. “It’s how the thing with him and Cillian started. That, and the fact that the two of them don’t like to do anything without each other.” Cil is my cousin, my best friend, but the two of them have a special bond. They won’t ever be together, but I can’t help wondering what will happen if one of them finds someone they want like I want Dean and how that might work out for their little extracurriculars.
“I really shouldn’t be in this car right now,” Ash says from the driver’s seat.
“I’m not doing anything,” I tell her. It’s not like I’m going to pull him out. I’m not into that…well, at least not with him. I can’t imagine anyone having their fucking eyes on him. I’d cut them out.
Still, I keep stroking beneath his clothes, kissing his throat, savoring his sounds, until Aislin pulls up at the house. The second she stops, Dean says, “Get the fuck out, T. Now.” And damned if I don’t listen.
We’re the first two who make it to the door, then inside. Tonight got me so fucking hot for him. He lacks discipline sometimes, but at the same time, it’s hot as hell.
“Bathroom,” I order once we’re in my room, then close and lock the door behind us. Dean’s already kicking out of his shoes, tugging his shirt over his head and making his way there. After what we did tonight, it’s probably a good idea to get cleaned up before we go any further.
I slowly unbutton my shirt as I go.
Dean turns on the water as I let my top fall to the floor. When he turns to me, I swear just looking at him steals my breath. He’s got his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. Those and his underwear are the only clothing he’s got left. He has a perfect six-pack, abs hard and defined. Again, too little meat on his bones, but I think he’s put on a few pounds since he’s been with us.
His hands are bruised from the fight, which is hotter than it should be.
With a grin, I step closer, don’t stop until there’s hardly any space between us. “Take off my pants.”
“I really want to say fuck you, but I want you naked too.”
I cock a brow. “Which one do you want more, little fighter?”
