Page 38 of Sweet Vengeance (Sins of the Father #2)

Ollie

“How did you do on your test?” I ask Rory as we sit on the back porch.

We’d gone into the kitchen, where I got a bottle of water, and he’d surprised me by getting one for himself too.

Somehow, we ended up out here, where Cillian and sometimes Rory give me self-defense lessons.

Despite knowing what happened to the guys who hurt me, I still want to keep up the lessons.

I’m determined to be able to take care of myself.

“You’re the only one who asks me shit like that.”

My hackles rise. “Yes, I know, I’m a nerd who cares about things like that, but—”

“That’s not what I meant. I like that you ask me, even though school is fucking dumb.”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree on that one.”

“I’m just sayin’, you’re the only one who tries to keep me on track with that stuff. The guys do with other things, Cillian more than the rest, but it makes sense with them. It’s different with you.”

His words bounce around in my head as I try to piece together what he’s saying. “Because I’m with Cillian?”

He shrugs. “Partly, but also because there’s something special about you. Cil sees it, of course, but I do too, only not in the same way.”

My skin prickles with heat, but I try to tamp it down. “Whatever. I know I annoy you.”

“Yes.” He grins. “But only because you want me to make smart decisions, while the rest of them let me fuck off more often.”

We share a laugh.

“But it makes me feel…connected to you, and him…which I need.” My heart thuds against my chest, Rory’s words an echo inside me. “So thanks for that, being cool with it and all, and accepting Cillian unconditionally.”

I do accept Cillian, and strangely, I do understand their relationship, but there’s more to my actions than I think he sees.

“I don’t just do it for him,” I admit. “The stuff with you. It’s not only because I’m in love with Cillian.

It’s because you matter. I mean, you have been my babysitter more than once. ”

He huffs out a laugh. “You suck at teaching chess.”

“You suck at playing chess.”

“That’s because my teacher was shit.” Rory nudges my arm with his. “Thanks, Bunny. I’m glad it’s you for him.”

“I’m glad it is too.” But also… “I’m glad it’s you for him as well…the way you two are.”

We sit there together, the noise from inside muffled through the walls. When the back door opens behind us, I feel a shift in the air and know it’s Cillian.

“Hey,” he says, coming over to sit beside me, pressing me between him and Rory.

“Hey.” I drop my head against Cillian’s shoulder, Rory’s leg pushed against mine.

“You didn’t kidnap him very far,” he tells Rory.

“He’s getting too good at fighting. I was afraid he’d kick my ass if I tried to take him away from you.”

I roll my eyes but appreciate the gesture. “Yeah, right.”

“Come on, Kitten, you’re badass.”

“You have to say that. You’re my boyfriend.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, though. You know it was me who taught your boyfriend to fight.” Rory raises a brow.

“What-the-fuck-ever,” Cillian counters.

“It’s true. We were like six and—”

“Six years old!” I interrupt Rory.

“Mob years are double, so that really made us twelve,” Cillian explains.

“That’s not much better.” I shouldn’t be surprised at anything they tell me anymore.

“Anyway,” Rory continues, “there was this guy who used to come around back then…what the fuck was his name?”

“Fucking Ernie,” Cillian replies, and they both laugh.

“He was an ugly motherfucker. Real asshole. My dad eventually killed him.”

I gulp, pretending I didn’t hear that as Rory continues.

“He had a kid who was the same—Ivan. He was ten, I think, and he used to always break our shit.”

“All of you?”

“No,” Cillian says. “Just mine and Ror’s. Everyone has always known not to fuck with T.”

“The little shit would always deny it, but he did it on purpose, did it because he wanted to be close to Tiernan. He’d try and get us in trouble too.

I used to have these model planes. My mom would make them for me, and he broke one of them.

Cil lost his shit and attacked him. Got his ass kicked.

Unlike me, he’d never been in a fight before. ”

“And you had? At six!” Jesus, these boys and their life.

“He’s always been our wild one,” Cillian says with a smile. “But in my defense, my mom was really protective and shit back then.”

“You don’t have to defend yourself for not having beat someone up in kindergarten, Cil.” I pat his knee. “Also, I love you for trying to fight someone four years older than you for your friend.” That really is Cillian, though—loyal to the core.

“I’m fucking sweet. I can’t help it.”

“Shh. Let me finish my story,” Rory complains. “So the next time, we went after him together. Our little asses jumped him and beat the shit out of him, but it was mostly me. I decided after that to teach him what the hell he was doing. You can talk now. I’m done.”

Yeah, but I’m still trying to wrap my head around two six-year-olds jumping someone else…

and how that was actually their life. On the other hand, I’m oddly touched by the story—the two of them having each other’s back, even back then.

“I’m not sure what to tell you other than that’s not the way it should have been for you or to say I respect you for being there for each other. ”

“Two things can be true at once, remember?” Cillian takes my hand, threading our fingers together.

It can be…and often is. “I’m glad you two had each other.” I place my other hand on Rory’s thigh and give him a supportive squeeze, but then…then I don’t move it afterward. “Tell me more stories about little Cillian and Rory.”

Cillian tells me the next story, still holding my hand. He’s halfway through it when Rory begins drawing circles on my other hand with his fingertip. I gasp at first, and he stops, but when I don’t stop touching him, he starts twirling his finger around again.

Cillian finishes the story, and Rory launches into the next.

They share fun, innocent things too, normal kid stuff, best friend things, and I’m glad they had that.

The longer we talk, the harder it is for me not to focus on Cillian’s breath against my cheek as he moves in closer, his tight grip on me, tethering me to this moment, to him…

and maybe to Rory too. Rory, who is so harsh in many ways, but whose touch is gentle… almost tentative.

Cillian leans down, swipes his tongue against my neck, then sucks my earlobe into his mouth. I gasp, warmth flooding my groin as what feels like all the blood in my body begins to congregate there.

“Is my dirty boy horny?” Cillian asks, low and in my ear.

“Mmm-hmm,” I manage to let out.

My body is buzzing. I feel light, almost like I could float away if it wasn’t for them.

Rory’s fingertips move up my arm now, all the way up to my bicep and back down again.

“What do you want?” Cillian asks, and I automatically spread my legs. Rory curses as Cillian dips his hand down the front of my pants, cupping my bulge through my underwear. “Fuck. You’re so damn hard.” I see him look up and know his gaze goes to Rory. “He’s stiff as a board for us.”

In this moment, I know what’s going to happen, what I want to happen. While it’s Cillian I’m in love with, tonight, here with them, it’s both of them I’m hard for, both of them I want to share this moment with.

“Can he show it to me, Bunny? Can he show me your pretty cock? Can he make you come for me?” Rory’s voice is thick with lust, huskier than I’ve ever heard it.

Cillian squeezes my dick tighter, stroking me through the fabric, making me leak and melt and crave more.

“I want…” How do I say those words? How do I tell my boyfriend I want to have sex with him and his best friend?

But then, thinking of it that way feels like trivializing it, making this smaller than what it is.

This is about sex, yes, but it’s also about more.

“You want what? I need to hear you say it. You have to tell us what you want so we can give it to you.”

“I want…” I lose my train of thought when Rory’s touch goes to my thigh. “I want both of you…together. I need it…need to have that with you both.” Cillian’s hand pushes beneath my underwear, taking me skin-to-skin. “Please, Cillian.”

“Fuck, Cil. Does he always beg for it like that?”

“Yes. He’s my dirty boy. My perfect, filthy, dirty boy, who I’m so goddamned in love with.”

I want to be that so bad. I am that. Cillian’s filthy, dirty boy. I belong to him, and he belongs to me, and in the mix of that, we somehow belong to Rory too.

I moan when he strokes me again, when Rory leans in and gives my lobe the same treatment Cillian had given the other.

Cillian’s voice is thick with lust when he says, “This is what we’re gonna do—I want you to go upstairs to our room, get ready for us, make sure this is what you want. When you’re done, you text me and let me know if you want me to come up or both of us. Okay?”

I nod, fists tightening at how good it feels to have Cillian’s hand on my dick and Rory’s mouth on my neck.

“Say the word. I need to hear it.”

“Okay,” I rasp out.

“Good boy. Go on now.” He pulls his hand out of my jeans, and I whine, wanting it back.

Rory chuckles. “Don’t worry. You’ll get to come tonight…whether it’s from both of us or just Cil. He’ll make sure you get what you need.”

Hearing him tell me that makes my dick throb even harder, makes me even more hungry for what’s to come.

I get up and adjust my cock, hoping to make it less obvious how hard I am, then kiss Cillian and hurry upstairs.

It feels like it takes me a million years to unlock our bedroom door, to get into this safe space where I can be Cillian’s dirty boy, where I can have them both, these two men who mean the world to me, albeit in different ways.

I clean myself inside and out, not wanting to risk anything going wrong tonight, and I don’t even wait for second thoughts because I know I won’t have them. I know what I want, and it’s okay to want it, to need it.

I grab my phone off the nightstand and text him.

Me: I’m ready…for both of you.

Cillian: We’ll be right there.

I pace the room, wondering if I should have stayed naked. It seems silly to have gotten dressed, but then, wouldn’t that be awkward for them to walk in clothed while I’m bare?

My gaze darts to the door when I hear it open…and Cillian walks in. He closes the door behind him, my heart immediately dropping to my gut. Did Rory change his mind? Does he not want me too?

“He’s right outside, Kitten. I just wanted a minute with you first. Any limits? Anything you don’t want to happen?”

I try to think of what I wouldn’t be okay with, and anything that’s a no-go for me, Cillian wouldn’t try anyway. “No. Not that I can think of.”

“Okay. If you change your mind, you tell us at any moment, and whatever we’re doing stops.”

“I know.”

“Now, anything specific you do want? Something I need to make sure we give you?”

Again, I give myself a moment to think on it, glad Cillian thought of asking me these questions. “I’m not sure. I just know I want this…with both of you.”

“Good.” He nods. “We can handle that. We’ll make you feel good.”

“And you too, both of you. I want this to be for both of you too, for all of us.”

He grabs my face, closing the distance between us and crushing my mouth in a searing kiss. He presses his forehead to mine. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

I smile. “I’m so fucking in love with you too.” I use his favorite word on purpose.

“You ready?”

I nod.