Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
It probably doesn’t matter anyway.
Cillian and Rory are sitting at a picnic table.
“What the hell was that about?” Rory asks as I approach.
“He’s a fucking idiot. He’s worried the wrong people are hearing about our…operation around campus.”
“Which one?” Cil asks, and the three of us laugh. “You tell him to fucking deal with it?”
“Do you really have to ask? Do you think I don’t know what I’m doing?”
Cil shakes his head. “Not what I meant and you know it.”
“How is product moving anyway?” I ask.
“Good…not great, but college kids like to have a good time. We’re gonna need to get some more stuff.”
“I’ll make a call,” I tell him.
Rory pats himself down. “Shit. I don’t have my vape.”
“Nicotine will kill you,” Cil tells him.
“It’s gonna have to wait in line with all the other shit we do. A bullet’s more likely to take me before a vape does.” Rory grabs his backpack. “Oh, here it is.”
I roll my eyes. He’s a fucking idiot, but I love him. I don’t know what I would do without them. I’ve known them all my life.
Cillian looks up and motions behind me. “Your boy toy’s coming.”
I actually have to stop myself from turning around to look, which is a bit of a mindfuck. It shouldn’t matter that he’s coming up to me at all. “He’s not my boy toy, though that would be fun,” I reply, and they laugh.
“Yeah, but you never do them twice,” Rory says.
“I sound like a fucking cliché when you say it like that.”
“Then we’re all fucking clichés,” Cillian adds.
For a reason I can’t explain, my pulse beats faster than normal as I wait to see if Dean will approach. I can’t imagine he will, even if he wants to. He’s too proud for that. I like that about him. It’s obvious how much he wants me, but he doesn’t want to want me.
“Hey.” He steps up beside me.
I turn to look up at him, my gaze snagging on the fading bruises on his throat. “You’re still wearing my marks.”
“Fuck—”
“Me. Time for new material, New Kid. What do you want?” I ask just as Rory says, “Sit down. Join us.”
I throw my friend a pissed-off look. What the fuck is he doing?
“No, thanks,” Dean replies.
“Aw, come on. Tiernan was just talking about how he hasn’t seen you in a while,” Cillian adds. Okay, so they’re in the mood to bust my balls today. I’m going to fucking kill them both.
“I was talking about that pretty mouth of yours and how much I enjoyed shutting it up,” I lie. This isn’t the route I planned to take, but Cil and Rory talking shit leaves me no choice. Plus, it’s fun to shake things up with my new kid.
“If you’re lucky, next time I’ll shut you up with this.” Dean grabs his dick, and I have to hand it to him, he doesn’t back down. Everyone else does, and I must admit, I like the competition with him more than I should.
“Next time? What, you think we’re boyfriends now? I don’t do boyfriends, but if there’s ever a time I’m really hard up, I’ll give you a call.”
Rory and Cillian laugh.
“So…should I expect a call tonight? You seem the type that would have trouble finding someone who wants to fuck you.”
“Ooooh,” both Cil and Rory say.
“Says the guy who came saying my name and who’s still wearing my marks. You don’t even try to hide them. Why is that? You want to be reminded of what I do to you?”
“I don’t hide them because I forgot they’re there, just like I forgot about hooking up with you. What, you think I haven’t had anyone else since?”
My body flushes with heat in an unfamiliar way. My muscles tighten, my chest too, and all because this kid I don’t even know fucked someone else? Jesus, something about him has me off my game.
“He was better too.”
I shove to my feet, and both Cillian and Rory are right beside me before I have a chance to do much of anything.
“T…” Rory warns.
“I’m not going to hurt him.” I step closer to Dean, who doesn’t back up. He’s brave, that’s for sure. “I’d ask you if he smelled my cum on your skin, but I know you’re lying and didn’t fuck anyone.” Then I lean in and bite his bottom lip, immediately pulling back again. My dick throbs beneath the fly of my jeans, and I already miss the scent of musk and cinnamon on his skin.
Dean’s hand shoots up and touches the spot, which is bleeding slightly.
“Oops.”
He licks the blood away, then spits at my feet. “You should have one of your little friends take care of that for you.” He nods toward my wood. It’s a really inopportune time to start getting random boners off nothing but talking shit and a nip to his lip. “Wait. You are hard, right? I can’t tell.”