Page 2 of Sweet Vengeance (Sins of the Father #2)

Cillian

“I miss this place when we’re back at Ashford,” Rory says as we sit at a private table in Paradise, the club we use to launder money. When I say we, I don’t mean me, Rory, and Tiernan specifically, but our family, our organization.

“Yeah, there’s nothing like this in downtown Ashford,” Dean, Tiernan’s boyfriend, says.

They met last year at school. Dean is a year below us.

He was a freshman, and Tiernan wanted him the second he saw him.

We thought he was just some random first year, but little did we know, Dean came to Ashford on purpose, looking for Tiernan.

His dad had been killed by Tiernan’s, and he’d come seeking revenge.

What none of us expected, Dean and Tiernan included, is that the two of them would fall in love.

Dean is Tiernan’s, and if anyone fucks with him, they’ll have us to deal with, and that’s not something anyone would want.

I’m not saying accepting Dean after everything was easy.

Dean had betrayed Tiernan, but they’ve worked their shit out.

Tiernan hated his father too, and all our lives are a lot easier now that Sloan O’Shea is six feet under.

For me, that means my dad—if you can even call him that—is now the boss of the O’Shea family, and my cousin—Tiernan—is his second.

Oh, and we’re also keeping a whole-ass secret about how Sloan died, which could come back and get any of us killed at any moment.

And my father would be the one to order it.

“Have you ever been in a club like this before us?” I ask Dean.

“How would I? We’re not supposed to be in here now,” he replies with that typical asshole tone. It used to piss me off, but he’s just like Tiernan, really, so I’ve learned to live with it.

“Perk of being who we are.” Rory pumps his brows.

He’s right. Even if this club wasn’t owned by us, no one would argue about us being here, despite none of us being twenty-one yet.

I look up at the men and women dancing half naked on stages and poles.

Most of the women are in G-strings with little pasties on their nipples, the men in G-strings or skimpy underwear.

No matter what you’re looking for, you can find it in Paradise—drugs, sex, danger…

pick your poison. And we indulge in them all, though when it comes to drugs, I only smoke weed.

I’ve tried coke and molly, our biggest sellers, but I don’t like how either makes me feel.

I have enough shit going on in my life, so if I’m taking a drug to feel something, I want it to mellow me out.

“Anything we need to know?” Rory asks Tiernan as he spins his vape in circles on his thigh. He can never keep still. I give him fidget spinners sometimes, but he always loses them, and I don’t have any on me tonight.

“I met up with Rian earlier today. It’s basically business as usual. We sell product while at Ashford. I’ll keep in touch with him in case we need to deal with anything that goes down here. There’s been a little issue with the last shipment of guns, but they’re handling it.”

Now it’s me fidgeting, the tip of my finger drawing circles on my jeans.

Tiernan talks to my father more than I do.

I’m not jealous of my cousin—or at least, I don’t blame him—and I’m old enough that I don’t care as much as I used to.

When I needed my dad, he was never there for me, so I made sure not to need him anymore.

In my head, it’s almost like he died when Mom died, and I just don’t understand why. Yeah, it fucking killed me to lose her, but why did it make him not want anything to do with me?

I look up, and my gaze snags on a man and a woman dancing against each other. She’s riding his thigh, the two of them rubbing their hands all over each other. The guy watches me with an intense stare that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. He’s clearly into men, and he likes what he sees.

I’ve never fucked around with a guy before, but it’s something I’ve been curious about.

Sex is sex. Bodies are beautiful. Plus, Rory and I have fucked a whole lot of women together over the years, and while we don’t mess around with each other, I can’t pretend I haven’t seen every part of Rory there is to see, can’t lie and say there have never been accidental touches or the brushing of hands and skin and bodies.

I can understand the attraction to men, though I’ve never met one who’s made me go there yet.

The guy winks at me as he presses his dick against the woman’s ass. I spread my legs, adjusting my cock, which is starting to bulge. But as hot as this blond guy is, tonight…he’s not what I want. Tonight I want something familiar, and maybe with my best friend.

Glancing over, I see Tiernan and Dean making out, in their own world, and apparently done talking to the rest of us, so I lean closer to Rory. “You wanna see if we can find someone to play with tonight?”

“You know I’m always down for that.”

“Bet,” I reply.

“I think Cherie is here. You remember her? She’s that dancer who blew me, and we’ve talked about hooking up again, but I was at Ashford.”

“Message her.”

Rory does, and seconds later, he holds up his phone so I can see her response that she’s down to hook up with both of us tonight.

We grin at each other, then push to our feet. We’re kids in a fucking candy store all of a sudden. “We’re gonna go fuck Cherie,” I tell Tiernan.

“Who’s Cherie?”

“A dancer,” Rory answers.

“It is so weird, the things the two of you do together.” Dean shakes his head.

“No one asked you, New Kid,” I tease, using his nickname from last year.

He flips me off, and I laugh because that’s so Dean.

“Do you wanna dip? I hate people,” he tells Tiernan.

“Fuck yes,” Tiernan replies.

We say our goodbyes, Rory and I heading toward the back rooms, where he told Cherie we’d meet her. Rory practically bounces the whole way there, he’s so stoked for this.

The guard at the door in the back recognizes us and stands up straighter. “Mr. O’Shea, Mr. Fitzpatrick. Cherie is waiting for you in room four,” he says, letting us in.

We walk down the long, dimly lit hallway until we reach our destination.

Like I said, everything is available in Paradise—legal or not, and nearly everything can be bought.

The crucial part is, everyone here who is selling sex is doing it because they want to.

Trafficking people isn’t something we take part in.

I open the door, the smell of cleaner immediately hitting my nostrils.

It’s clear someone was recently inside, making sure there’s nothing left over from whoever used the room before us.

There’s a bed with clean sheets, a couch, bowls with condoms and individual lube packets on a shelf by the bed, and that’s about it.

There’s also a window with the shade down—but which can be pulled up if you want to be watched.

Cherie is leaning against the wall, in nothing but a G-string and heels. She’s voluptuous in all the right places, curvy hips, plump ass, big tits, and a soft belly I find really fucking sexy.

“No double penetration. You can spit-roast me. No anal, and whoever fucks me wears a condom,” Cherie says, all business.

“That’s good with me. I’ll take your mouth since you’ve been talking with Rory already.”

She nods, takes off her heels, and walks toward us. She’s got dark-brown hair like mine, and red lips that will feel great wrapped around my cock.

“You’re Rian O’Shea’s son, aren’t you? Your dad is hot.”

My back stiffens, and I feel Rory press his arm against mine in support. “Have you fucked him?”

“No.”

“Good.” Because if she had, there’s no way in hell I’d be doing this.

“Why don’t you take off our clothes?” Rory suggests. I let him lead the way. The two of us always play it by ear when we do this, but again, since he was talking to her first, this is his show.

Cherie unbuttons Rory’s shirt first. Her nails are the same color as her lips, and she keeps going until she can tug it off his shoulders and throw it on the couch. Instead of going to his pants, she removes my shirt next, then kneels in front of Rory, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

“Fuck…this is gonna feel nice inside me.” He rubs her palm against his bulge.

“Why don’t you hurry and get it out so you can play with it?” Rory tells her.

She laughs but does as he says, pulling his jeans and underwear down. She stops when she gets to his shoes, removing those and then his jeans.

Rory’s already hard, his cock eager and pointing at her. He’s got curly red pubes, the same color as the hair on his head, his dick paler than mine, and leaking. Rory has always been a leaker.

“Kiss it,” Rory tells her, and she does, pressing her lips to the tip.

“Now me.” I step closer, again feeling Rory’s arm against mine the way I had a moment ago. He strokes himself while Cherie gets me naked, then kisses the tip of my cock.

She moves her mouth to him, sucking him while she strokes me, before alternating and giving me her mouth.

“Fuck, Cil. She’s good, isn’t she? No fucking gag reflex,” Rory says in a throaty voice that I’m familiar hearing from him when he’s turned on.

“Hell yes. I can’t wait to come down her throat.”

We let her go back and forth between us for a few minutes, stroking and sucking, as both Rory and I look down at her. When his jaw tightens, I can tell he’s getting close.

“Why don’t you get on the bed and let Rory in that sweet pussy?” I instruct.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Cherie scrambles to her feet, seductively pulling off her G-string and tossing it at Rory, who catches it, brings it to his nose, and inhales.

“Fucking perv,” I tease, making my best friend laugh as we follow Cherie and her curvy ass to the bed.

She gets on her hands and knees. I get in front of her, Rory grabbing a condom from the bowl and getting behind her.

She immediately swallows my cock, the feel of her hot, wet mouth making me throb in all the right ways.

Rory gets all wrapped up but eases his hand down first. I thrust into her mouth while I watch him finger her cunt.

He gives me a wide, goofy-ass grin, and I can’t help but give him one back.

He pulls his fingers out, and then just goes for it after that.

Cherie seems on board, like she doesn’t need a bunch of working up, as he thrusts inside her.

She fumbles on my cock a moment, pulling back, her mouth falling open as she says, “Fuck yes. Just do me hard,” and then goes down on my dick again like she’s dying of thirst in the desert and my cock will give her water.

Rory snaps his hips, fucking her while I thrust into her mouth.

He has his hand on her ass, and mine is on the back of her head as we watch each other enjoy the woman between us.

I’m not sure why I like doing this with him.

I don’t have sexual or romantic feelings for Rory.

I can’t imagine just the two of us hooking up, without someone else being there.

It’s not because he’s a guy, either. Like I said, I’m curious about that, but Rory is just…

my person. And I like sharing this with him.

It feels like this thing that we have together, that neither of us shares with Tiernan or anyone else.

“Jesus, she’s got such a tight pussy. You’d fucking love being inside her,” Rory tells me.

“Her mouth takes it just as well as it looks like her cunt does,” I reply.

Cherie whimpers and moans hungrily for us, obviously enjoying this as much as we are. When I get that familiar feeling in my balls and know I’m close to giving her a mouthful, I say, “I’m gonna come, Ror. You gonna give her a load with me?”

“Yes. Fuck. About to bust.”

I thrust into her again, balls drawing up, the first splash of cum jetting down her throat. Rory groans, dropping his head back, his hold on her tightening, and I know he’s coming too. Cherie takes it all, drains our nuts from two ends, her body jerking slightly, telling me she’s coming too.

The three of us collapse onto the bed together, Cherie between us, but Rory’s hand reaches over her to play with my hair.

“God, that was hot,” he says.

“It was. You boys are good at this.” Cherie sits up, winks at us, then climbs out of bed.

“You going?” Rory asks her.

“Sure am. You’re not my only date for the night. I make them pay me, though.” She cleans up with some wet wipes, grabs her panties and shoes, then slips out of the room.

Rory says, “You know, if either of us ever pulls a Tiernan and falls for someone, it’s gonna have to be someone who lets us share them with each other, right?”

I laugh. “Because that’s real easy to find.”

“We do okay,” Rory says.

“Yeah, but it’s different when you’re serious about someone. Tiernan would cut someone’s hand off if they touched Dean.” And I would too…with anyone…but maybe not Rory.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Good thing we’re getting it out of our systems now.” He pumps his brows at me, then climbs out of bed.

“For real, though…and I don’t plan on pulling a Tiernan and falling in love with anyone anyway.”

“You can say that again, brother.”

Falling in love makes you vulnerable. It’s what made Dean’s dad want out of the business, which ultimately got him killed; what broke my aunt Fia’s heart; what ruined my father. No chance in hell I’m ever letting that happen to me.