“You’ve landed on your feet, brother,” Aedan said. He still had a faint Irish accent. Both Dylan and Rogan had been born here, but Aedan had moved here with his family when he was twelve and he often returned to Ireland to see his grandfather.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been in contact more,” Dylan said awkwardly.
Rogan narrowed his gaze. “We never expected you to be. Better to cut all ties.”
Dylan sat back in the seat. “Maybe it wasn’t, though. I’ve missed both of you.”
“It’s safer to stay away from me, Dylan,” Rogan told him.
“I think that’s up to me to decide. Being friends with you doesn’t mean I have to be involved in all aspects of your life, Rogan.”
“What brought this on? Is it the girl?” Aedan asked.
“Tilly is special.” He sent Aedan a warning glare. He knew how quickly Aedan went through women. He’d flirt with his dying breath. But he respected boundaries. And there was a definite boundary around Tilly.
Mine.
Aedan held out his hands, grinning. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while, about wanting to contact the two of you,” Dylan told them. “I just didn’t know how to do it.”
“How long have the two of you been together?” Aedan asked.
“About a week, but I’ve known her much longer,” Dylan defended. “She waitresses at the club I manage. Why?”
“Something is off about this whole thing,” Rogan said. “Why call a five foot nothing bit of fluff to rescue you from a gang?”
“She’s not a bit of fluff.”
Rogan waved that away. “I didn’t mean any offense.”
“It is odd,” Aedan waded in with his opinion.
“I agree,” Dylan said. “You think her friend is playing her? Why?”
“That I don’t know,” Rogan said. “Hopefully, this meeting will provide the answers we need.”
“How are you going to get them to tell you?” Dylan asked.
“Easy,” Rogan replied. “I’m going to ask.”
Chapter Five
Tilly woke with a whimper. Sweat coated her skin as she sat up, gasping. She glanced around. This wasn’t her bedroom. Where the hell was she?
Rogan’s house.
Miller.
Guilt swirled in her stomach. Here she was sleeping in this heavenly bed in this beautiful room while who knows what was happening to Miller.
She could be hurt, cold, afraid…
Tilly shivered and reaching over, turned on the bedside lamp. She scanned the room for her clothes. Rogan really needed to turn the heat up in his guest rooms, it was freezing in here.
Climbing from the warmth of the blankets, she quickly ran around the room¸ gathering up her clothes and pulling them on. Hopping around on one leg, she was attempting to get her jeans on when the door to the room opened, surprising her.
She let out a screech as she fell back on her ass.
“Ouch! Damn it.”
“Tilly! Are you okay?” Dylan strode over, looking down at her in concern. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
She took the hand he held out, letting him pull her to her feet. She rubbed her butt.
“You hurt your bottom? Let me look.”
“What? No, it’s fine.” She squeaked as he turned her. She hadn’t managed to get her jeans up her legs so she only wore a t-shirt and panties.
Dylan pulled her panties down over her ass.
“Dylan!” she protested, trying to turn and push away his hand.
“Stand still,” he told her firmly as he ran his hand over her butt cheeks.
“I’m okay. Just clumsy and embarrassed.”
Dylan replaced her panties. “Once this is all over we need to do some lingerie shopping. I want to see you in something lacy. And red.”
“Really?” she said, slightly turned on at the idea of shopping for panties with him.
“Hmm.” He turned her back around and kissed her. “I have dreams of seeing you in lacy red panties and nothing else.”
She shivered as he reached beneath her t-shirt to cup her breast. He pushed her breast up and over the cup of her bra. Placing the tip of his finger and thumb on either side of her nipple, he pinched it lightly. Tilly jolted as pleasure shot through her.
He did the same with her other breast. Raising her t-shirt, he leaned down and kissed both of her nipples before flicking her right nipple with his tongue.
“Dylan,” she groaned, grasping hold of his head.
He placed his hands under her ass and lifted her. Still lapping at her nipple, he turned and walked toward the bed. Gently, he laid her down on the mattress and then knelt on all fours over her.
“Damn, you’re like a drug. One touch, one taste, it’s just not enough.” He kissed her, thoroughly taking command of her mouth.
Tilly melted beneath him, pleasure rolling over her in deep waves.
Dylan knelt back. “Shit, sorry, this is probably the last thing you feel like.”
“No, please, don’t stop.” She wanted him.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Positive.” She ran her hands up his thighs. “Please, Dylan. I need you.”
He sat her up so he could tug her t-shirt up and over her head. He undid her bra, throwing it away. “Keep your arms above your head. Don’t move them.”
His command heightened her pleasure as she raised her arms up, clasping her hands together.
Dylan pushed her breasts together, flicking his tongue over her nipples. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts up towards him.
“A mhuirnín, you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
She didn’t believe it. But she could tell he meant it. He moved down her body, running small kisses over her stomach. Standing, he grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down her legs.
For a long moment, he just studied at her. She resisted the urge to cover herself, hard as that was. She didn’t want to listen to the nasty voices in her head, the ones that said she wasn’t good enough, wasn’t thin enough, wasn’t smart enough. They had no place here and she was done letting them rule her.
“Do I want to know what’s going on in inside your head?” he murmured, staring down at her seriously.
“Probably not,” she replied truthfully.
Grabbing her legs just above her knees, he pulled her toward him.
“Place your feet flat on the edge of the bed,” he commanded. “Make sure your arms stay where they are.”
Tilly followed his order.
“Wider.”
She widened her legs, opening herself completely. Her ass now rested at the edge of the bed. Dylan knelt on the floor. Leaning in, he took a long, slow lick of her pussy.
“Now keep very, very still,” he told her as he drove his tongue into her, making her gasp. He pushed her lips apart with his fingers and strummed at her clit with his thumb as his tongue thrust back and forth inside her.
Tilly tried to keep still, but she couldn’t stop her head from thrashing back and forth. Tension stirred in her stomach, becoming tighter and tighter as he moved his tongue up to her clit.
“Dylan, please,” she finally cried out. “I want you.” She needed him inside her. Now.
“Not yet, babe. This is all for you. Come for me.”
He renewed his sensual attack on her, driving her higher and higher.
“Come now!” he commanded, pushing two fingers deep into her pussy.
Tilly’s moan filled the room as she came. Deep shudders shook her whole body. As she came down from her high, tiny shivers continued to roll over her.
“No more,” she begged. Dylan drew back, breathing deeply.
Then he pulled himself up onto the bed and lay on his back beside her. Tilly rolled, snuggling up against him.
She ran her hand up and down his chest, slipping it under his t-shirt to play with his nipple.
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p; “Thank you,” she told him.
“Believe me, it was my pleasure.”
“Speaking of your pleasure,” she murmured, reaching down to cup his cock through his jeans. “Is there something I can help you with?”
His gaze heated. “Only if you want to.”
“Oh, I do.” She climbed off the bed to kneel on the floor between his legs. He helped her pull off his jeans and boxers. Tilly just gazed at his thick shaft for a long moment.
“I almost don’t know where to start.”
Dylan smiled down at her from where he sat on the bed, his legs parted. He grabbed the base of his cock, guiding the tip toward her mouth. “Start at the very beginning.”
“Hmm,” she murmured in pleasure as she licked the head of his shaft then took him into her mouth.
She used her tongue to lick him then she pushed his hand away so she could wrap her own hand around him.
Bobbing her head, she took as much of him as she could manage into her mouth, swallowing heavily. He let out a loud groan.
“That’s it, babe. My God, that feels incredible.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Cup my balls with your free hand. Play with them lightly. Shit.”
She smiled at the hint of desperate need in his voice.
“Grasp hold of my dick firmly. That’s it. You are so incredibly hot.”
Tilly moved faster, sucking strongly. Her nipples hardened, her clit tingling. Giving a blowjob had never turned her on in the past, but she loved giving Dylan pleasure.
“I’m coming, babe. Swallow me down.”
He thrust himself deep into her mouth as he came. Tilly swallowed frantically, determined not to miss a drop.
Dylan collapsed back on the bed as she pulled back with a grin. She climbed up next to him.
“That was the hottest blowjob I’ve ever had.”
“Really?” she asked, shyly.
Dylan turned his head to stare at her. “Really. How are you holding up, a mhuirnín?”
Tears welled in her eyes.
“Ahh, baby.” He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him.
“I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not,” he said firmly. “You’re keeping it together so well when I know you’re stressed and exhausted. You don’t have be strong in front of me. Lean on me.”
She placed her arms on his wide chest and leaned up so she could look at him. “Thank you for helping me. Without you…” She would be lost.
Dylan’s face grew serious as the same thought obviously occurred to him. “Thank God I was there when you got that phone call.” He held her tight against him.
Leaning down, she kissed him.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“For being my hero.”
He snorted. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called that.”
“You’re a good man, Dylan Maddox.”
“I haven’t always been,” he warned her.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“About three.”
“Three? I’ve slept all day?”
“We didn’t get to bed until the early hours of the morning. I only woke up an hour or so ago.” He set her aside on the bed. “The meeting is at seven and Rogan wants to go over a few things first. I’m going to grab a shower then something to eat.”
“I’m coming with you to the meeting,” she said, following him into the bathroom.
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am. Miller is my best friend. This is my mess. I need to be there.”
“You don’t need to be anywhere near these bastards,” Dylan said firmly as he turned on the shower. “You are not coming.”
“I am,” she replied stubbornly, glaring up at him.
Dylan ran his hand over his head. “You have no idea how dangerous these people are.”
“I watch the news. I’m not some innocent little princess that’s sat in a tower all her life.”
“Watching the news from the safety of your living room is very different than sitting across from a guy who deals with drugs and violence on a daily basis. I don’t want that world tainting you, Tilly.”
She eased back at his words. Dylan had some knowledge of that world. He was only trying to protect her.
“The moment I got that call from Miller, my world was already affected. Please, Dylan. At least let me come and wait in the car. I need to feel like I’m doing something. Sitting here and waiting for you to get back would be torturous.”
He sighed. “Okay, you can come.”
She smiled at him.
“But,” he clasped her face in his hands, “you do everything I tell you, understand? And you’re going to stay in the car the entire time.”
“I understand.”
“Rogan isn’t going to be happy about this.”
***
As it turned out, Rogan took the news quite well. He just shrugged, then climbed into the limo that was waiting for them. Colm and Cillian, Rogan’s other bodyguard, climbed into the two front seats while the rest of them got into the back.
“I’ve never driven in a limo before,” Tilly said, trying to break the silence in the car.
“Your boyfriend never hired a limo for prom night?” Aedan asked, with a look of comical shock in his face. “He didn’t deserve you.”
“I never went to my prom,” she said. “My boyfriend was older and he didn’t want to go.”
“An older man, huh? Bet your parents weren’t too happy,” Aedan teased.
“My dad was furious and with good reason.”
“Why’s that?” Aedan asked.
“Turned out he was an asshole. That’s why. Oh, and a criminal.” She stared at Rogan with chagrin. “Ahh, sorry, no offense.”
Shit, how could he not take offense?
Rogan looked a little taken aback. “None taken. Us criminals have thick skin.”
Inwardly, she groaned.
“You’re nothing like him. You seem very… ahh… nice. He was a jerk.” Way to smooth things over, Tilly, she thought.
Dylan squeezed her shoulders. “I’d quit while you’re ahead, a mhuirnín.”
She glanced up, expecting him to look annoyed, but he just winked.
“What are you going to do once we get there?” she asked Rogan. “Will you ask them about my friend? What if they won’t tell you anything?”
“We’ll gather as much information as we can and assess the situation,” Rogan told her.
Well, that pretty much told her nothing.
“If your friend is being held against her will then I promise we will get her out.”
She smiled at him gratefully. “Thank you, for everything you’re doing for me.”
“You’re welcome. Here we are. Aedan, are you waiting in the car?”
“Yeah I’ve got some emails to answer.” He looked over at Dylan. “I’ll look after her.”
“I’ll leave Colm with you,” Rogan said. “Dylan can act as my second bodyguard.”
What must it be like to need bodyguards? She couldn’t imagine living in fear for her life day after day.
“Stay here with Aedan. Do as he says,” Dylan ordered then gave her a quick kiss.
“Be safe,” she whispered, feeling nauseous with fear.
Once they were gone, Aedan pulled out his phone. “Sorry, I know this is rude, but I have some emails I need to deal with.”
“It’s okay,” she said, although she’d rather have talked to him—anything to distract herself.
She grabbed her phone from her pocket and found the number Miller had called her from. What could it hurt to try calling it again? She hung up when she got the voicemail message again, biting her lip to keep from crying out in disappointment.
As they sat there silently, she grew more and more tense. Her stomach was tied up in such a knot that she thought she might throw up.
Aedan put his phone away. “Again, I apologize. I have business interests overseas, so I keep some odd hours.”
“It
’s all right, not like we’re on a date,” she joked.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked. “They could be a while yet.” He opened a small fridge.
“A bottle of water would be great,” she said gratefully. She took a few sips. “Do you think they’re okay? I mean, shouldn’t they be back by now? They’ve been gone for ages.”
Aedan looked at his watch. “It’s been twenty minutes.”
“Is that all?” It felt like hours. “Maybe we should check on them, though.”
What if Dylan was hurt? Oh God, she would never forgive herself for dragging him into this. And what about Rogan? He seemed like he could take care of himself, but this wasn’t his fight. He’d only agreed to help because of Dylan.
“This was a bad idea, I should have handled it myself,” she muttered.
“Sweetheart, you’d have been a lamb to a slaughterhouse. Trust me, nothing is going to happen to them. Rogan and Dylan can take care of themselves. Besides did you see the size of Cillian, Rogan’s bodyguard? No one would be stupid enough to mess with him.”
“Okay, I know you’re right. I’m just scared.”
His phone buzzed and he pulled it out, looking annoyed. He turned it to silent.
“You can take the call, I don’t mind.”
He shook his head. “No, that was one call I really don’t want to take.”
“Old girlfriend?” she guessed.
“Something like that.”
She didn’t press any further. Aedan started typing on his phone furiously and she gazed out the window into the darkness of the street. The limo was surprisingly well lit inside. But outside was a different story. It was dark and gloomy, just adding to the trepidation she felt as she waited for Dylan and Rogan to return.
Suddenly the door to the limo opened and she squeaked, jumping.
***
Dylan stood behind and to the right of Rogan. Across the table from him sat Iker Florez, the leader of the Vipers. Rogan had given him some background information before they’d left the house. Florez had fought off countless attempts to overthrow him with a ruthlessness that made Dylan ill. There was very little Iker wouldn’t do to make money, including getting young girls hooked on drugs and forcing them into prostitution to pay off what they owed.
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