Page 33 of Sweet Vengeance
I knew that. Obviously, I did, but it’s different to know something than it is to hear them admit it to you.
He’s killed people, and yet he’s in my dorm room…and I’m not telling him to leave.
“What are you doing?” I ask when Cillian kneels.
“Taking your shoes off so you can lie down.”
“I can take my own shoes off.” Maybe. It probably wouldn’t feel great to bend over that way, but this situation is so far out of my wheelhouse, I’m just going to continue saying random things.
“Do you realize how many people would love to see me like this? I’ve never taken another person’s shoes off, Ollie. Shut up and enjoy it.”
Well…when he puts it like that.
I watch him as he unties my left shoe, then pulls it off. I think about what he said to me a little while ago, when he talked about not pushing me to do anything I wouldn’t want to do. It’s clear that’s a hard line for him, but murder isn’t. The thing is, IwantCillian. He’s probably the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life. I’d love to get on my knees for him, to taste him. I don’t have a lot of sexual experience, but I knowhow to blow a guy, and I really enjoy it.
I’m still stuck on him wanting me. It’s why I felt weird taking my shirt off in front of him. I’m skinny. I don’t lift weights or anything like that. I’m sure I don’t look like the other people Cillian gets naked with.
He removes my second shoe, and honestly, my head is splitting. It’s impossible for me to sort through what in the hell is even happening here. Cillian wants to have sex with me, and he’s taking off my shoes, and—
“Lie down,” he interrupts my thoughts.
I do it. I’m angry with myself for it, but I do it anyway.
“Can I sit down with you?”
I nod, unsure I would even have words if I tried to find them. Cillian takes off his shoes too, then climbs into the bed. He’s on his side, me on my back, while he sets the ice on my ribs. “Right here?”
Another nod.
“Are you broken?” He chuckles, looking down at me all handsome and sexy.
He kills people. Don’t forget that.
“You and Rory have sex?” One moment I can’t speak, and the nextthat’swhat comes out. What’s wrong with my brain?
He frowns, holding the ice to my ribs as if it’s going to fall off without his hand there. “No. Why do you ask?”
“Earlier he asked about getting a blowjob.”
He chuckles. “Oh, he meant going out to find someone to give us one. We don’t have sex with each other, but we often have sex with the same person together.”
His words fry my brain. “You have sex with the same person at the same time?”
He laughs at me again, something he seems to do a lot. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s fun. There’s something very…freeing about it.”
“Do you do that with Tiernan and Dean too?” The way the two of them are, I can’t see it. Tiernan always looks like he’s ready to kill anyone who even looks at Dean wrong, and Dean is violent himself.
“No. Just Rory. He’s my best friend.”
Being his best friend doesn’t explain the situation to me. The only reason I can think of is… “Are you in love with him?”
“What? No. What makes you ask that?”
“If I had a best friend, I don’t think I would want to go around having threesomes with them.” Not that there’s anything wrong with being poly or having threesomes. I’m just trying to understand what he’s saying. “Do you guys touch and stuff?”
