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)
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?”
Dean curses beneath his breath as he shoves my pants and underwear down. We’re both beat up from the fight, spots of black and blue I want to erase from his skin. “I only want you marked if it comes from my mouth.” I reach out, hold his chin, lash my tongue against his lips but pull back when he tries to kiss me. “But you did it for us. You don’t like anyone talking about trying to take you away from me any more than I do.”
This time, it’s Dean who grabs my face, and he slams his mouth down on mine. We kiss hard, hungrily, as I shove at his jeans and underwear, pushing them down. When we’re both naked, we step into the shower, mouths still fused together, our lips magnetized, keeping us connected. Water cascades over our heads as we kiss, our hands seeking purchase on each other’s backs, asses, then back up again, as if we can’t touch each other enough.
I don’t want to lose him. How in the fuck can I keep him?
My family knows I’m bi. I’ve never hidden that shit, and it hasn’t been a problem, but I also know my father. He wants to make the rules. He wants to show control. He’ll want me with someone of his choosing, to use me as a political pawn to strengthen our position of power.
Still kissing, I grab the soap and lather his body, rubbing my hands all over him to get him clean, using soapy fingers between his ass cheeks to make sure he’s ready for me. Once we’re clean and rinsed, the grime of the day washed down the drain, I push him away from the spray, don’t stop until his chest is against the shower wall, then lower myself to my knees behind him.
“We good, baby?” I ask.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” He pushes his ass out and closer to my face.
I kiss his lower back, then nibble my way down to his ass cheek. My dick is hard and bobbing between my legs, but all that matters right now is pleasuring him, tasting him, showing Dean whom he belongs to. I spread his cheeks, Dean poking his ass out even more.