Page 26 of Bittersweet Revenge (Sins of the Father #1)

Dean

I hadn’t planned to come back to the house when Cillian said I should.

When I did, I told myself that when Tiernan got home, I was going to walk out.

I sure as shit hadn’t seen myself immediately wrapping my mouth around his cock, but the second I saw him, I needed to possess him.

Needed to be the one to control the barely contained pulse of energy and anger bleeding from him.

Needed to be the one to replace the vacant look in his eyes with pleasure.

Me. No one else.

Tiernan might not think I have it in me to help him with what I know he did tonight, but I can give him this. I will give him this.

I let Tiernan use my mouth hard, don’t wipe the tears that stream down my face as he does it. He took care of someone he loved tonight, the same way I plan to avenge someone I love when I kill his father.

There’s a painful irony to that, to the fact that this thing we have in common will be what rips us apart.

It’s a cycle we’ll continue—Sloan killing my father, me killing Sloan, Tiernan killing me.

Maybe a normal person would try to break that chain, but if spending time with Tiernan has taught me anything, it’s that there was no changing this path for me.

My parents wanted more for me, but this is who I am.

It’s in my blood, deep down in my bones.

It’s a part of me, and I don’t think anything can ever change that.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fill your mouth with my load if you don’t make me stop.” Tiernan’s words interrupt my thoughts, rip me out of what is destined to be and back to this moment with him.

I pull back, and he growls in response, with that familiar fire in his eyes that I know burns brightly in mine too. We’re one and the same, Tiernan and I, and that thought doesn’t make me sick anymore. It just is .

“You’re coming on my cock, or you won’t come at all.”

His gaze darkens, his face both hard and hungry. He grabs my chin, and I let him hold me in place. “I don’t know who you think you are, little fighter.”

“The guy who’s going to fuck you out of the headspace from what you did tonight, little lord . It needed to be done.”

He cocks his head, studying me with that intense stare he can get. “You think I don’t fucking know that? You think I don’t revel in doing what needs to be done?”

I think…a lot more goes on in Tiernan’s head than I would have given him credit for.

He can be vicious and cruel, and I don’t doubt he wouldn’t think twice about killing anyone—even me.

But there’s also the man who loves reading books.

The one who watched as his sister and I slept, even though deep down, I know the possessive streak in him wanted to rip me from that bed.

He didn’t because he loves her. He’s the person Cillian and Rory would do anything for because they must know he would do the same for them.

The one who, no matter how pissed I was, sent me out with Cillian tonight to protect me, to give me an alibi in case shit goes south with Michael Jensen disappearing.

“I know you do. I see who you are, and it’s all the things I used to pretend weren’t in me.

But you did what you were supposed to do, and now you fucking let go and let me do the rest.” Cillian and Aislin were right.

He has a shit ton of pressure on him, and maybe I’m a fucking hothead who can’t control his temper and spends most of his time pissed about things he shouldn’t, but I can’t deny that those words are true.

And now Tiernan has me. I’ll fuck him, give myself to him, fight him, or whatever else he needs to help him deal with the other shit.

When he needs to work through the pressure, when he needs to be tethered to earth, it’ll be me who gets him there, until there’s no air left in my lungs.

“Who said I want to let go?”

“Me.”

“Who are you?” His brows draw together.

“Yours.” I’m aware all this means I’m fucked in the head. I hated him, and part of me still does. I’m going to betray him. He pisses me off more than anyone I’ve ever met. We’re a fucking trainwreck waiting to happen. But I want him, and for whatever reason, he wants me too.

Tiernan pushes me to my back, kicking out of his underwear before he’s on me, his lips like fire seared to mine, our bodies a furnace about to combust. My lip pulses with pain from the kiss, but I don’t want him to stop, never want him to stop.

My hands find their way to his ass, squeezing and kneading his cheeks. I slip a finger into his crack, pressing against his hole, then wincing when he bites into my lip.

“Fuck,” I curse, but all his action did was make my dick throb harder. “That’s how it’s going to be?”

“You know it is.”

I try to flip him to his back, but Tiernan senses it, managing to root himself to me.

He grabs my arms, but I don’t stop fighting him, bucking upward as he tries to hold me down.

He’s hard, dick leaking on my stomach as we wrestle.

Adrenaline pumps through me, doing this with Tiernan somehow breathing life into me.

It’s wrong, but there’s also a rightness to it, one that I can’t explain and don’t give a fuck about either.

He killed someone tonight. There’s no doubt in my mind about that, and yet I’m so far gone, I feel closer to him because of it.

Tiernan winces when I grab his hand, and I realize it’s bruised like mine, both of us having hit too many people lately. But it gives me the moment I need to get the best of him, to get Tiernan on his back beneath me.

“What are you going to do with me now that you have me here, little fighter?” He grins up at me, actually looking happy, one of his wrists in each of my hands as I hold him down.

And…do I feel happy too? Is that the strange emotion filling my chest?

“Make you forget that anything other than me exists.”

His pupils flare just before I fuse our mouths together. I kiss him hard, hungrily, show him how much I want him, try to tell him he’s fucked me up and I’ll never be the same…that I don’t want to be.

My hand slips off his wrist, but Tiernan doesn’t try to get out from under me.

Instead, he pushes his hand under my shirt, grabs my waist, and pulls me closer.

God, I wish I were naked, that I’d taken the time to rip out of my clothes so I could feel him skin-to-skin, but I don’t have it in me right now to stop.

I need…anything…everything. Want Tiernan to be lost in nothing but me. My mouth travels down to his neck, and like a fucking puppy craving attention, he drops his head to the side, giving me access, wanting what he knows I’m going to do.

His skin is hot in my mouth, tastes like salt and soap as I suck as hard as I can, marking what’s mine.

Tiernan O’Shea is mine, and there’s no changing that.

“ Fuck. ” He moans, rutting against me. I fist his hair, some of the strands slightly wet from the shower he must have taken after he…what? Got bloody killing another man?

My lips journey to the other side of his throat, sucking him there too, pulling blood to the surface with my mouth, the two of us grinding together in a fury of want and desire.

Tiernan grabs at my shirt. I pull away just enough so he can tug it over my head, and then my mouth is attached to his left pec.

Blood rushes through my ears. I feel powerful in this moment.

Everything about Tiernan makes me feel powerful.

For a reason I can’t understand, I bring this man to his knees, and there’s nothing more significant than that.

My dick is painful behind my fly, and as if reading my thoughts, Tiernan shoves his hand between us, working my button and zipper open, pushing my jeans and underwear down below my ass.

A hiss rushes past my lips when his hand wraps around my dick. I use my teeth on his nipple, tugging it and making him moan and arch toward me.

I maneuver myself so I can settle between his legs, shoving my clothes the rest of the way off as I do. My mouth continues to work its way down, kissing, biting, sucking the skin of his torso, Tiernan’s hand on my head, rubbing his palm against my buzzed hair.

I bury my face in his full balls, inhale his musky-soapy scent, suck them, lick his cock, take it into my mouth again.

All I want is to make him feel good. Me.

Dean. Riordan? No. That person is dead. He died with my dad, and now I’m who I made myself into—the man who loves his parents while knowing I’m letting them down.

“I thought you were fucking me,” he says, voice raspy.

“You need my cock?”

“I don’t need anything.”

I grin up at him. “Maybe not yet, but you will…and you want it. You fucking want me, little lord.”

“I never tried to pretend otherwise. That was all you.”

It was, but I won’t—can’t—do that anymore.

I suck him again, taste his salty, thick shaft, then work my way up his torso again. Leaning over him, I reach for the lube, but Tiernan’s hand shoots out and grabs me.

His gaze flickers to the gun beside the lube bottle, then back to me. His instinct is not to trust me, the war in his eyes clear. In reality, he’s right. He shouldn’t trust me. But he let me touch it before.

I won’t hurt you. I’ll let you kill me, but I won’t hurt you.

Without taking my gaze off him, I reach again. It takes a second, but then Tiernan relents, and I reach over the handgun and pick up the bottle of lube.

Trust. Tiernan O’Shea is, again, giving me his trust.

I taste bile in my throat, self-hate echoing through my head. He doesn’t know who I am, he doesn’t know who I am, he doesn’t know who I am.

This time when I lean down, I kiss him softly, almost tenderly. I’ve never kissed Tiernan this way before. Hell, I’ve never kissed anyone this way. His mouth tastes different somehow. Just as fierce and searching but tinged with something I can’t place.

Tiernan’s hands go to my ass, our bodies aligned as we rut together again, tongues tangling.