Page 78 of Sweet Vengeance
“Well, what about me? Can I jerk off?” Rory pleads.
What am I going to do with them? “You can do whatever you want after we finish doing homework. You have all night after I go to work, but right now, no one is leaving their seat, and no one is pulling their dicks out!”
The room is quiet for a moment before the two of them burst into laughter. I try not to join in, but it’s impossible not to.
When we finally settle down, Cillian snaps his fingers to get Rory’s attention. “For real, though. He’s right. Do your shit, and we need to make sure we’re not distracting Ollie. It’s important to him, and I don’t want to fuck shit up for him.”
“Ugh. Fine. Whatever,” Rory grumbles, but I can’t pullmy attention from Cillian…from my boyfriend. From the man I’m in love with.
“What?” he asks, like I’d done just a moment ago.
“That was sweet too, and now I’m a little turned on.”
Cillian grins. “Nope. You have homework to do. You’ve worked hard to get where you are. I’m not going to be a distraction for you.”
“Wait,” Rory says. “So you just have to like, say sweet things to get a sexy boyfriend who wants to fuck all the time? Maybe I should try that…but then I’d have to have a boyfriend…or a girlfriend…”
“I don’t want to fuckallthe time!” I shout.
“Ollie said a bad word,” Cillian teases, then adds, “I don’t know what it takes to get anyone else, and I don’t want to know. I already have what’s mine.”
Aaaaand now I’m getting hard. Why is it so difficult to be around him without wanting to touch him all the time and just…be held by him. I love that just as much.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you too.”
Rory sighs. “Are you guys gonna have sex, and if so, can I play video games now?”
“No,” I tell him. “We’re going to get to work.”
They mumble their annoyance under their breath but do as I say.
I only keep them studying for another hour. I work tonight, and though Cillian has eased up on his worry and follows my wishes when it comes to me going back and forth to school and classes without him following me around, he still drives me to work and picks me up.
The more he relaxes, the less stress I feel about everything too. Those guys probably only took my ID to scare me. What would be the purpose of coming back for me now? Or maybethey did and realized I’m with Cillian, so they know I’m untouchable.
The thought should disgust me, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it sends pleasure shooting through me. Not only to matter to Cillian that much, but also to feel strong, for someone not to look at me and feel like they can take advantage of me.
I’m not sure what that says about me, so it’s something else I don’t think about.
There are still moments when my fear is stronger than the points I try to make about those guys not coming for me. We were slow at the restaurant one night, and they let me off early. I called Cillian to pick me up, then went to wait outside. Every little noise had me jumping out of my skin, my brain telling me they were there, watching me. Waiting. I felt like crap that I’d hardly lasted five minutes before going back inside. Shouldn’t I be over this by now…?
The second I say they can be done with homework, Rory takes off, leaving all his stuff on the table.
“Fucker!” Cillian calls after him, then packs Rory’s things away in his bag, before grabbing his own. “Do I get to go upstairs and watch you get ready for work?”
“Don’t you always watch me?”
“Yes. I like looking at what’s mine.” His voice lowers, making pleasure skitter down my spine. I love it when Cillian talks to me that way, love it when he looks at me with naked want so intense, I nearly drown in it. There’s something so fulfilling, so uplifting about being wanted by him—and not in the same way he’s wanted other people. No, I’mlovedby Cillian O’Shea, and it is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
“What?” He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close. “Wishing you had more time for school? If we’redistracting you, I’ll make sure everyone here leaves you the fuck alone whenever you need.”
“No. For the first time in my life, it’s not school I’m wishing I had more time for.”
“That’s fucking sweet.” He kisses me. “And hot.” Another kiss. “But school is your dream. Don’t ever lose sight of that for me.” He gets a wicked grin on his face, and I know the conversation is about to change from serious to playful. “You never know, one day I might need a good lawyer.”
“I’m not thinking that way.”
