Page 27 of Sweet Vengeance (Sins of the Father #2)

Cillian

“Hit me,” I tell Ollie as we stand in the backyard at the house.

He’s been back at work for a week now. I drop him off and pick him up after every shift.

We’ve had someone watching the warehouse where the guys who hurt him work, trying to figure out their schedule, as they come and go pretty erratically.

It’s been killing me to wait, but Tiernan is right—going in there half-cocked, without a plan or knowing who is there and when, isn’t smart.

“What? I’m not going to hit you!”

I give him a cocky, playful grin. “I know.”

“But you just said…” His mouth drops open when he gets what I’m saying. “You asshole! You don’t think I can hit you!”

I laugh. God, he’s so fucking cute. “I feel like I’m a bad influence on you. You’re cursing more.”

“I’ve always cursed. Just not a lot. And I rarely say the f-word. You say it enough for both of us.”

“It’s my favorite word.” I hook my finger in his belt loop, tug him closer, and kiss him. “Now try to hit me.”

“I’m not going to—” Ollie swings instead of finishing his sentence, but I block the punch. “How did you know?”

“You looked down at your hand before you hit me. Don’t do that. Plus, you look nervous as shit.”

“Well, I am nervous! I’m not you and Dean. I don’t just walk around hitting people I care about.”

Last year, Dean got pissed at me when we were in their dorm and punched me in front of Ollie, who had been obviously confused because after we’d gone at each other, we’d left together to go to a bar. “He hit me first every time!”

“Not the point. Plus, I don’t know how to try and hit you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Jesus, my heart suddenly feels like a mushy bowl of oatmeal.

What is it with this guy? As wild as it sounds, that’s not something I’ve ever really thought about.

I mean, obviously, I wouldn’t want to hurt him, but hurting people has been a part of my life for so long, I don’t even think about it in that way.

Violence is just a thing I do. It’s a means to an end.

That’s not healthy, and I understand it’s not a good thing, but it’s also not something that’ll ever change.

“If I have it my way, you won’t ever have to hurt anyone, okay?

And how about for today, we focus on me showing you how to throw a good punch, and then some defensive moves. Does that work?”

He nods, then pushes his glasses up on his nose. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

We spend the next hour working on some moves.

He starts out pretty timid, but I think part of it is embarrassment.

The longer I instruct him, the more he loosens up.

Ollie asks a million questions about everything I show him, which tells me how seriously he’s taking it.

He wants to do this, wants to be good at it, and he likes to understand all the steps involved. It’s just how he is.

When he throws another punch, I catch his wrist, turn him around, and pull him toward me.

My arms encircle his waist, his ass against my dick.

Honestly, I’d already been sporting a half-chub.

Watching him turns me the fuck on, but now I smell his sweat-tinged skin, hear a slight whimper whisper past his lips. “You’re hard,” he says breathlessly.

“Fighting makes me horny. What about you?” I slide one hand down the front of his body until I’m cupping his dick through his sweats, finding Ollie just as stiff as I am.

“Such a dirty boy. Does fighting make you want to fuck too?” And God, I want to fuck him…

so damn bad. It’s been killing me not to try, but I feel like an asshole.

Ollie is a virgin. Sex probably means more to him than it’s ever meant to me, and though it would mean every-fucking-thing with him, it feels wrong somehow, like Ollie should give that to someone a whole lot better than me.

Someone without blood on their hands and who can give him more time than me.

“Touch me,” he begs, sounding so fucking needy, I almost lose control.

“Fuck…so dirty. You want it right here? Right where anyone can see?” I lick my hand, then shove it down his sweats and underwear, wrapping it around his cock.

He’s pulsing with heat, so damn hard for me as I give his cock a slow stroke.

I rub my palm over the head, smearing his precum down his shaft to help slick the way.

“Yes. I love being your dirty boy. How do you do this? How do you make me feel like I’m someone else with you?”

I swear, my heart tries to beat its way out of my chest and into his.

“It’s not someone else. I just unlock the chains you keep yourself in.

You’re safe with me, Kitten, and you know it.

What do you want? Do you want me to jerk you off like this?

If anyone comes out, they’ll still know what I’m doing.

Or do you want me to pull your pants down? Show off your pretty cock?”

“I, um…like this…for now…”

I grin and stroke faster, nuzzle into his throat, kissing and licking the salty skin there.

Ollie reaches one hand behind him, grabs my hip, squeezes it, pressing his fingertips in while I jerk him off. He pushes his ass back against me like he’s riding my cock. He wants it so fucking bad. I can feel it in his movements, hear it in the sharp, needy intakes of breath.

“You’re killing me, dirty boy. I try and do right by you, but you make it so fucking hard.” I want to pull his sweats down, bend him over, and fuck him right here. Want to bury myself as deep as I can, fuck him hard and claim him, fill his ass with my load and shove a plug inside to keep it there.

He’s leaking like crazy, his cock slick with precum. I tighten my grip, jacking him faster.

“Cillian…Cillian…Cillian…” He says my name over and over again, knowing how much I like it.

I press my groin into him, mimic the movements of fucking him, try like hell not to lose my head.

When the back door opens, I freeze, not because I’m embarrassed, but because I don’t know who it is or how far Ollie is willing to take this…and also because I want to protect this, protect what’s mine, what I don’t want to share of this moment that should only belong to us unless…

“Fuck,” Rory grits out.

Ollie tenses, but I resume moving my hand up and down his cock, slower this time. I nip his ear, then kiss it. “What do you want me to do, dirty boy? Do you want me to tell him to fuck off?”

Rory takes another step forward, then stops. He watches, waits, unwilling to do anything unless I say he can, but he does reach down, cupping his dick through his jeans.

“It’s up to you. Always up to you. I only want what you want.” As much as I would be willing, would fucking love to share this moment with Rory, the only way I want that to happen is if Ollie craves it too.

“He can…stay…”

“Come a little closer, Ror…watch me make him come. Watch my dirty boy lose it for me.”

Rory curses again, walking closer. He stops about ten steps in front of us, eyes firmly on my hand moving up and down inside Ollie’s sweats. “What’s he doing to you, Bunny?” Rory asks.

“He’s, um…jerking me off…he’s going to make me come,” Ollie says huskily.

“You want me to watch? I’ve been fucking dying to see the two of you. I stroke it every night in bed thinking about it…seeing Cil with someone he cares about so fucking much.” Rory’s ice-blue gaze shoots to me.

And I do…care about Ollie. Probably too much. This whole situation with him has gotten out of hand too quickly. How am I going to lose him? How can I be me without him after knowing what it’s like to have him?

I kiss his neck again, look over and see Rory unbutton and unzip his jeans, pulling himself out. He wraps a hand around his cock, no discomfort at all, stroking himself while he watches me pleasure Ollie.

“Fuck…” Ollie lets out, and I smile.

“I made you say fuck again, such a dirty word, but then, you’re a dirty boy now, aren’t you?” I look at Rory. “He’s my dirty boy. You should see him on his knees for me, starving for my cock. He needs it. Don’t you? You need my dick?”

“Yes…God, yes. I need it.”

“Jesus.” Rory’s hand speeds up, his stare intense.

I can feel that Ollie’s almost there, that any second now he’s going to come, but he’s trying to hold it off.

“Where do you want it? In your sweats, or do you want to pull them down for Rory to see? Less mess that way, but if that’s what you want, you have to do it, Kitten.

It’s always up to you.” I use the nickname so he knows this isn’t just about the sex game, it’s not about him being dirty, but that I’m really asking him.

His hand eases off my hip, drops to his side, and then he reaches for the edge of his sweats and tugs gently.

They get stuck, and he has to try again, pulling them away from his body, stopping when his pants and underwear are mid-thigh.

His long, pale cock is so pretty, sticking out, red and swollen and slick with his desire.

“Fuck, Cil. Your boy is pretty. He keeps his hair nice and groomed for you. Do you suck that pretty cock for him?”

“Hell yes. I swallow all the cum in his balls too.” I turn my attention back to Ollie. “Let him see how much you can shoot. Show him those big loads you give me.”

“Oh shit.” Ollie’s back bows away from me, his body trembling as his balls draw up and he comes, slick, thick cream hitting the ground and running down his shaft.

I keep stroking, keep pulling it out of him, watch him spurt again and again until he’s limp against me and I feel like one simple touch and I’d be coming in my pants.

When I’ve drained it all from his nuts, I lift my hand, lick the cum off my fingers, both Ollie and I watching as Rory cries out in his own loud orgasm. “Fuck, that was hot,” my best friend says.

His words snap Ollie out of the lust-induced haze he was in. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I did that.”

He turns in my arms, burying his face in my chest, coming to me for protection. Not that he needs it from Rory, but I’ve become his safe space, and damned if that’s not the most potent drug I’ve ever taken.

I pull up his sweats so his ass isn’t hanging out.

“Did I fuck up?” Rory asks. I meet his gaze over Ollie’s shoulder.

“No,” Ollie says into my pec. “Just dying of embarrassment, is all.”

I smile, feeling like everything is okay. “Go inside, Ror. Give me a minute.”

“Okay, but don’t take too long. Tiernan sent me to get you. Meeting time. He’s probably already wondering where we are.” I give him a nod, and he continues, “Don’t be shy, Bunny. You’re hot as fuck. I’m kinda jealous Cil got you first.” He gives me a wink, tugs up his clothes, and goes back inside.

I pull Ollie closer, run my hand up and down his back. “Are you sure that was okay?”

“It was good…too good. God, why was that so hot? I’m somehow embarrassed, proud, and turned on, all at the same time.”

I chuckle and kiss his temple. How can one person be so fucking great? “As long as you’re sure. I don’t ever want to make you feel like you have to do something you don’t want to do.”

He pulls back and grins. “You boss me around all the time.”

“That’s different,” I tease. “But seriously…”

“I know. I trust you. I probably trust you more than anyone I’ve ever known. I did that because I wanted to and because I always know I’m safe with you. I…really, really like you, Cillian.”

This time, I’m fairly certain my heart does work its way out of my chest and into his. “I really like you too.”

“I understand that doesn’t change things between us, but I wanted you to know.”

Why doesn’t it? Why can’t it change things between us? No. I don’t want that. I’m not supposed to want that…not even to keep my heart intact…but for him. This isn’t the kind of life he’s going to want forever. He sure as shit deserves better.

“I should go. Tiernan will lose his shit if I keep him waiting too long.”

“Okay.” He nods. “I’ll go clean up and then do some homework.”

I move away from him and adjust my softening cock.

“Shit. I should take care of that for you.”

“You did enough, Kitten. I’m good.”

We head inside together, Ollie going upstairs. I make a pit stop in the bathroom, wash my hands, then go into the office, where Tiernan, Rory, and Dean are waiting for me.

“About fucking time,” Tiernan says.

“Please, like you’ve never kept us waiting when you’re with your boy.”

“He officially your boy now?” Dean asks.

“Oh fuck.” Tiernan runs a hand through his hair.

“Nothing has changed.” I take a seat. “What’s going on?”

“Two days. We’re taking care of this shit in two days. Thursday is the only night they’re there every week. I want it done so we can move on.”

I nod. Thursday I’ll take my vengeance on the men who hurt someone who belongs to me…and it’s also the day I’ll put the nail in the coffin of me and Ollie…because I’m going to do the one thing he asked me not to do, the one thing I know he can’t live with—killing someone for him.