Page 31 of Bittersweet Revenge (Sins of the Father #1)

Tiernan

T he car is loud with laughter as Aislin drives us back to the house.

In a lot of ways, this situation isn’t anything new for us. This is what we do—wreak havoc, get into fights, are on top of the fucking world, but it feels different having Dean here with us.

It’s so fucked up how he makes everything better.

I don’t get it, but I want to revel in it, luxuriate in every fucking moment I have with him.

What is it about him that makes everything feel right?

I never expected to have this, especially not at my age, but now that I have him, I never want to let him go.

“I swear I thought you were gonna have a fuckin’ orgasm over getting to hit someone,” Cil tells Dean.

“What, you mean you didn’t?” Rory teases. “Badass, New Kid.” He’s in front with Aislin and reaching his arm back so Dean can bump fists with him.

I like seeing him with my people, like having him as a part of us.

I listen to him joke and talk the rest of the drive. Cillian is accepting him more now, trusting him, getting used to someone else being in our circle.

The bar isn’t far from the house, yet it feels like it takes us forever to get there because as much as I’m enjoying this, I want him all to myself.

Reaching over, I push my hand down his pants, rubbing his bulge with my palm.

“Jesus, T. For-fucking-real?” Cillian shakes his head, but he’s grinning.

“I can’t help it. He’ll tell me to stop if he wants to.”

Dean sways his head to the side, a loopy smile on his face, pushing his legs as straight as possible in the back seat. “Don’t stop,” he says, making Cillian roll his eyes.

“I swear the two of you are exactly the fuckin’ same sometimes.” Cil shakes his head.

“What’s happening?” Aislin asks.

“You don’t want to know. Just get us home,” Cillian answers.

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.

“Fuck. You’re dyin’ for it, aren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“You can admit it. No one here but us. I’m dying for it too. You’re mine, Dean.”

“Show me. Fucking show me I’m yours. That you won’t change your mind. Not ever.”

Hearing him beg for it goes straight to my cock, but that’s not the only place it travels. My head, my chest, these places no one has ever reached before, places I didn’t know it was possible for anyone to get to.

I look down at his tight, pink hole, and my mouth waters. I would have a part of me inside him every day if I could—fingers, tongue, cock. I don’t even care as long as in one way or another, I’m possessing him.

Leaning in, I swipe my tongue across his rim, feel Dean tremble in response.

“More… I’ve never…”

“No one has ever eaten you out? Good. This ass is all fucking mine.” I dive in again, eating him like he’s my favorite meal, my last meal, the only one I’ll ever want or need.

Deep, hungry sounds rip from Dean’s throat, and I smile into his ass, loving that I’m driving him wild, that I’m having him in this way no one else ever has.

I sneak a hand around his body and stroke his cock while I continue savoring his ass, licking it, kissing it, face buried as deep as I can get it. I’m ravenous for him, feral on this level I know I’ll never experience with anyone but him.

How did I find this? Why does a part of me know Dean is it for me?

I continue to soften him up until I can push my tongue inside, fuck him with it, pleasure him, fill his mind and body with nothing but me.

“T…oh fuck…I can’t…so goddamned good.”

I let go of his cock, pull back, suck my finger, then push it inside him as far as it can go. “Look at you, writhing on my finger the way you’re going to do on my cock.”

“More. Give me fucking more.”

I fumble the bottle of waterproof lube but manage to get it open.

Once I have my fingers lubed, I push two in, fucking him with them, alternating between watching his sexy, greedy ass suck them in and looking up at the way he gives his body to me, the way his head is slightly to the side so he can look down at me if he wants, how his lips are parted in pleasure, and the way his eyes watch me, then close when he’s feeling too much.

Each time I press against his prostate, I earn a pleasured sound from him, until I have three fingers worked up his ass, and I wish I could stick my whole goddamned hand up there.

Fisting has never been something I’ve even considered before, and I don’t know if it’s something I’d really even want right now, I just…can’t help but need more from him. Nothing I have of him is enough, and I don’t think it ever will be. I want to consume him.

“Get up here and fuck me, T. Need you to fill me up. I want your load.”

How does a guy turn that down? I love that we take each other raw now. We got tested after he fucked me the first time, got the all-clear, and there’s been nothing between us since.

I push to my feet, lube up my dick, and shove inside him in one swift thrust. I swear it feels like our bodies melt together. Dean’s hands are flat on the shower wall, mine over them, fingers tangled together as I let loose, pound into him, want to disappear inside him.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep him, no one I wouldn’t fight for him. I would turn the world to rubble if Dean needed me to, and I’d enjoy every fucking second of it.

Our bodies slap together as I take him, show him who he is to me.

I lick and bite and suck at his neck. Dean drops his head back against my shoulder, giving himself to me, and I know how big of a deal that is to him.

He doesn’t talk about his past, not in detail, but I know he’s lost a lot, know he’s never let anyone inside him the way he has me.

Not the sex, that’s not what I mean, but in his head, his chest, in every single solitary inch of his insides.

“Don’t come,” I say close to his ear. “I’m gonna breed your tight little hole, but you’re not gonna come until it’s in my mouth. Your ass is gonna swallow all my release, and then you’re gonna feed me yours, okay?”

“Yes. Do it. Breed me.” Those last two words are a zap to my balls, the kind that’s all pleasure and won’t allow me to hold back anymore.

My nuts lift, cock twitching inside him as the world spins out of control.

I shoot into him, give him spurt after spurt of my load, making sure every drop is exactly where it belongs.

He whimpers when I pull out and drop to my knees.

Dean turns around, eyes fiery with hunger.

He tilts my head back and pushes his dick into my throat, the same way I’d done with his ass.

He doesn’t go easy on me, and I don’t want him to, want my throat bruised on the inside the way it is with his marks on the outside.

His hand tangles in my hair as he fucks my face, making my eyes water and my lips stretch. I’m so fucking hungry for him, need him to empty his balls inside me.

“Look at you…my little fucking lord on his knees for me. Craving my cock. You are so fucking beautiful, Tiernan. You’ve wrecked me, own me.

I can’t… I…” The words die on his tongue as the first spurt of his cum hits the back of my throat.

I swallow him, crave more, feel his cock swell and shoot again inside me, over and over until there’s nothing left.

That was…intense. When I look up at him, his eyes are glassy and red. A tear slips free and runs down his face. Everything inside me freezes.

“What’s wrong?” I’m on my feet now but don’t even remember getting there. “Did I hurt you?” I swipe my thumb beneath his eye, collect another tear and suck it into my mouth.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” He shakes his head. “I should be asking you that after the way I lost control on your mouth.”

“I wanted it.” He tries to push out of the shower, but I don’t let him, box him in, drop my forehead against his.

My chest aches with such an unfamiliar sensation that I’m afraid to put into words.

“I’m sorry. Whatever I did…” There are very few people in this world I would apologize to, and they’re all in this house except my mother.

The only people in the world I would never hurt on purpose are in this house.

I love my uncle, and Conan, but I would do what I had to do if it came to them. But not my people. Not Dean.

“You didn’t do anything, T. I just hate myself. I don’t deserve this.”

That makes me roll my eyes. “You think I fucking do? I’ve killed people, Dean, and you fucking know it.

I can pretend to have secrets from you, but I know you’re not stupid.

Jensen wasn’t the first, and he won’t be the last, and most of the reasons aren’t as good as it was with him.

I’m not a good person, but I will fucking burn down the world for you if you ask, and I want you exactly how you are.

We can take on this world together, just like we did tonight. ”

He grabs my face and pulls me in for a kiss, one that feels like he’s trying to pour his whole damn soul into me through his lips.

Yes. He’s mine. I dare anyone to try and take him away from me.