Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“I got you. I’ll always give you what you need.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then pulls his fingers out. I shake beneath him, watching Cillian as he slicks his cock with lube. He lies beside me, turning me so my back is to him. He lifts my left leg, then grabs his cock and presses it against my rim. “I’ll give you all the cock you need, all my cock, all day every day if you need it. I’ll keep you filled with me, and the times it can’t be my dick, my cum will be inside you, my dirty boy.”
“Yes. God yes.” My eyes sting, this moment, every moment with him more intense than the last.
Cillian pushes inside me, soothing an ache I only have for him, that only he can cure. I turn my head, seek out his mouth, which Cillian gives to me. We kiss as he keeps working his way in and then breathe into each other’s mouths when he can’t go any deeper.
“Fuck me,” I say against his lips, realizing how much I really do use that word when it comes to this, when it comes to sex with him.
Cillian pulls back and thrusts forward again, taking me hard and fast, holding me to him, devouring my mouth as he pistons into my hole. It’s the best feeling, everything good in the world. No matter how much I try, I won’t last long. Cillian wraps a hand around my dick, stroking, fucking and kissing, all the sensations creating the perfect storm inside me.
“The way you love me,” he says softly in my ear. “The way you give yourself to me. The way you protect me and defend me. You’re so fucking brave. I know you don’t see it, but you are. You’re braver than me, stronger than me. How are you not afraid of anything?”
I can’t imagine a world where someone would see me that way, but I know Cillian is being honest and that he does.
He slows his pumps, like he’s trying to draw out the pleasure. “There are so many times when you should run, but you don’t…you stay. I challenge the way you’ve always thought, who you are. Why do you stay?”
“You’ve set me free, Cillian. You’ve opened up my world. You’ve shown me that vengeance can be sweet, and that good and bad can coexist.”
“Fuck,” he grits out, then quickens the pace, taking me hard and fast again.
My vision blurs, and as wild as it sounds, it’s like I’m transcending to a different place, a world where only Cillian and I exist. My orgasm already teases at my full balls, a tingling spreading out from the base of my spine. My head drops back on his shoulder, my body bowing off Cillian in ecstasy. “I’m going to come. Oh God, I’m already going to come.” I hardly get the words out before my body splinters apart in pleasure. I’m spiraling into this world where it’s all the pleasure that Cillian gives me, the hot splash of my cum painting my abs and chest.
“Fuck…me too. Gonna give you my load. Gonna breed you.”
Cillian’s dick spasms inside me, doing exactly as he promised, giving himself to me, filling me with him, the way we both crave.
I feel high, or at least, what I assume being high feels like, as though I’m floating with Cillian and only he can bring me back to earth again. He stays inside me until he can’t anymore, until his cock softens and slips out, holding me, kissing my cheek, my forehead, my temple, touching me with hands that can be so rough with other people, but will only be gentle with me.
It takes us a long while before we speak. We just lie there, sweaty, cummy limbs entangled.
“We’ll prove wrong anyone who doubts us,” I finally say.
“The way only we can,” Cillian agrees.
It won’t always be easy, and we won’t always get it right on the first try, but we’re in this together, Cillian and me. The family he’s given me in Rory, Dean, Tiernan, and Aislin. Nothing can stop us.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Cillian
Thanksgiving goes surprisingly well. Things aren’t magically fixed between my father and me, but they’re better.
I keep my promise to Ollie, showing him photos and all my mom’s favorite things.
The house is packed, like it was last night, but in a way it hadn’t been for years before that. The mini mob are here of course—Tiernan would kick my ass if he knew I called us that—and Aunt Fia returned, along with Conan, Finan, Flynn, Torin, and Blain, Blain’s wife and two kids, and Torin’s wife and young daughter. Our day is bursting with laughter, curses and shit-talking and conversation, and it makes my chest feel unexpectedly full.
I never thought I’d want this, was never willing to admit I cared—not about my family or anyone outside of Rory, Tiernan, Aislin, then Dean. But then Ollie came into my world and showed me I could have more, that I could be me, that those darker parts aren’t all there is to me, and I’ll forever thank him for it. For stepping into my world and showing me there’s more to it than I had.