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)
And that’s wrong. Because he’s nice to me, it doesn’t matter if he hurts someone else? That’s not who I am. It’s not who I want to be.
“Hey…you good?” Cillian reaches out, his fingers dancing through the strands of my hair.
“I’m fine,” I say sharply. “Let’s get this over with.” I open the car door, try to ignore the pain, and slowly work my way out. Behind me, Cillian sighs before opening his door as well.
*
“I need to get my dick sucked,” is the first thing I hear when we go inside.
We turn the corner into the living room, and I see Rory, Dean, Tiernan, and Aislin sitting there. There’s a bong and weed on the coffee table, and while I’ve seen that before, it’s not my thing and just reiterates how different we are. “Hey! Cil’s home! Do you want to get your dick sucked?” Rory asks Cillian.
Wait…the two of them…? Do they hook up with each other? Date each other? Maybe Cillian is bisexual.
“Nah, not today. I have shit to do. T, can I talk to you for a second?”
Tiernan watches the two of us for a moment, his gaze intense.
“Go fucking talk to him, little lord.” Dean nudges Tiernan’s foot with his own.
Tiernan sighs. “Anything you say, little fighter.”
Tiernan leans in and kisses him, before Dean jerks back and says, “Ouch, you fucker. You’ll pay for that later.” His hand rises to his bitten lip.
“I’m hoping for it.” Tiernan walks away without another word and disappears down the hallway.
“I’ll be right back,” Cillian tells me. “Chill with Dean until I get back.”
“What the fuck. Am I not here?” Rory asks.
“Dean and Rory,” Cillian amends.
“Um…what about me?” Aislin asks.
“You guys fucking suck.” Cillian follows Tiernan while I stand in the middle of the room with three sets of eyes on me.
“Come sit down,” Dean says. “How are you?”
“Your face looks like shit,” Rory says.
Aislin punches him in the arm. “Jesus, Ror.”
“What? He knows it does. He’s still cute as hell, though.”
This world is…so fucking weird. These are macho, alpha guys. They aren’t supposed to be talking about how adorable a nerdy twink like me is.
My body’s exhausted, so I walk over and take the spot Tiernan left, beside Dean.
“Did Cil tell you you’re going to stay here with us for a few days?” Dean asks.
“He did, but I told him I’m not. He’s staying with me.”
The room is quiet around me, heavy-feeling, all the signs indicating I said something wrong.
Aislin clears her throat. I know her even less than the others. All I know is she’s Dean’s best friend and Tiernan’s sister. That, and she’s beautiful, with long black hair that goes down to her waist. She smiles, but there’s something dangerous about it, about her. Is she just as involved in this world as they are? I know she teaches a women’s self-defense class on campus, which again, is odd, given who they are. “Well, that’s nice of my cousin,” she finally says.
“He doesn’t have to,” I tell them.
“We’re aware.” Rory gives a humorless laugh.
“He wants to,” I argue, unsure why.
“I’m starting to see that.” Rory watches me, his blue eyes intense in a different way than Tiernan’s, Cillian’s, or Dean’s. Like he’s more…unpredictable, like you never know what he’s going to do, and maybe like he might chop me up and put me in his freezer. I flinch when he puts his arm around my shoulders. “Christ, did you think I would hurt you? You’re our pet. I would never do that.”
“I really wish you didn’t call me your pet.”
“Cillian’s pet?”
“What? No! That’s not any better!” Is he insane?
“Do you want to smoke a bowl? We should smoke a bowl.” Rory leans forward and reaches for the bong.
“No. I don’t do that.”
“More of a K kind of guy? No worries. We have that too.” Rory pumps his brows.
“Ketamine?” My voice rises, and Rory laughs. They sell ketamine? Does Cillian do drugs?
“Leave him the fuck alone, Ror,” Dean says, then looks at me. “He’s trying to get under your skin.”
Well, it’s working. I feel like I don’t know what to expect out of Rory more than the rest of them.
“It’s sweet of Cillian to want to take care of you,” Aislin interrupts. “He must like you a lot.”
My stomach does somersaults. “He doesn’t like me. He doesn’t even know me. He’s just doing it…because.” Because of what, I’m not sure.
I let out a relieved breath when I hear a door open and footsteps coming down the hallway. I’m thankful Cillian is coming back.
“I’ll run upstairs and get my shit, and then we can dip,” Cillian tells me.
“I’ll cover for you,” Rory says. “If there’s anything that needs done while you’re with your pet.”
Your pet. He’s lost the our, but much like kitten, this pet thing seems to be sticking.