Redemption (Cavan Gang #2)

by Laylah Roberts

  As she let the breath out, Rogan slowly pushed his finger into her ass.

  “Okay, that’s weird.” She wasn’t entirely certain she liked it.

  “Give it some time,” he told her. He twirled his tongue around her clit. Gradually, she relaxed, need replacing any feelings of misgiving. Rogan moved the finger in her ass, lighting nerve endings she’d never guessed she had.

  Her need increased, pleasure assaulting her from all sides. The finger in her ass was joined by another one, stretching her. Pleasure rushed through her, flooding her.

  “Rogan, Rogan!” she cried out as she came, clenching down on his finger.

  “Damn, that’s hot.” Rogan kissed the top of her mound as he pulled his finger free. “Like that, baby?”

  “Maybe,” she muttered.

  Reaching over to the bedside table, he grabbed the small box he’d put there. Pulling off the wrapper, he drew out a dark-blue cylinder-shaped item tapered at one end and with a wide, flat base at the other end.

  “What the hell is that?” she asked.

  “An anal plug. It’s a small one to begin with.”

  “Small? Is that like calling someone tiny when they’re huge? Cause that thing is not small.” He had to be kidding her, right? This was some kind of joke? Because there was no way that plug was meant to go up someone’s butt.

  Especially not her butt.

  “Shh, it’s a beginner’s plug. Didn’t my finger feel good?”

  “It was okay,” she told him reluctantly.

  “Miller,” he said in a warning voice.

  “Fine. It felt good.”

  “Then imagine how this plug is going to feel.”

  He coated the plug in lube.

  “Uhh, I am imagining it and none of what I’m imagining is good. There’s a bit of a difference between your finger and that thing.”

  “Trust me. Would I ever hurt you?”

  “No, I guess not.”

  “You guess not?” He raised an eyebrow.

  “No, you wouldn’t hurt me. But have you ever tried one of these up your ass?”

  “Yes, I have.”

  She gaped at him.

  “I didn’t want to use one on a woman without trying it out myself. Now, roll over, kneel then place your chest on the bed.”

  “Maybe you should try it again. Just to be sure. I’ll help you.”

  “No, you won’t.”

  “I cannot believe I’m doing this,” she stated as she moved into position. “How did I not know you were kinky?”

  “If you think this is kinky, you have a lot to learn.”

  He ran his finger around her asshole, pressing his finger in and out, teasing her.

  “Rogan!”

  “Oh, now you’re impatient?”

  The head of the plug prodded at her opening. Oh hell.

  “Deep breath in. Slowly let it out. Good girl, stay relaxed.”

  Her ass stretched. It wasn’t painful, exactly, but it wasn’t pleasant either.

  “There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” He patted her ass cheek, making her clench around the rubber intruder.

  He moved closer, his thighs brushing her ass. With one finger, he reached down and rubbed her clit. The head of his cock nudged her pussy and she shuddered with need. Slowly, he entered her.

  “Oh hell.” The plug in her ass tightened everything. He had to push for each inch. Need became a breathing, aching beast inside her.

  “More, Rogan. Faster.”

  “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “You won’t hurt me!” She gasped as he gained another inch. Holy crap balls.

  “You’re so tight.”

  “Move, Rogan. Move!” She needed to come. He strummed her clit with his finger as he pulled back then thrust forward. With each movement, he increased his speed.

  Her mouth went dry as she gasped for breath. Excitement exploded inside her, sensation swimming across her nerve endings. Each breath became a gasp, each movement more frenzied than the one before.

  They moved together. In sync. Building up to a state of bliss she could never have imagined, never have believed would be this powerful.

  Orgasm rolled over her, hard and strong. Fierce. She froze. Thought, speech, even breathing became secondary to the pleasure racing through her with the force of a hurricane, lashing at her insides until she collapsed. Completely spent.

  Rogan gasped behind her as he came soon after her, giving one final, deep thrust.

  Twenty minutes later, Miller snuggled against his chest. He had removed the plug then they’d had a quick shower to clean up before climbing back into bed.

  She stifled a yawn.

  “Go to sleep,” he told her, running his hand through her hair. “You’re tired.”

  “I’m okay. I like lying here with you. We don’t get to relax together much.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  She leaned up on one elbow so she looked down at him. “I wasn’t complaining.”

  He cupped her cheek with his hand. “I know. You never make any demands on me. I never thought I’d say this, but sometimes I wish you would rely on me a bit more.”

  She snorted. “I rely on you for plenty. I rely on you to keep your word, to keep me safe. I rely on you to be honest with me, to not let me down. To never abandon me.”

  The way everyone else had.

  “I may not be able to tell you everything, but what I do tell you will always be the truth. I always mean what I say, a thaisce.”

  “What does a thaisce mean?”

  “It means love.”

  “Really? Strange endearment for someone you’re not in a relationship with.” She raised her eyebrows.

  “I knew as soon as I offered to let you stay here it would be the beginning of something.”

  “Like a relationship? But we’re not in one.”

  He groaned, placing an arm over his eyes. “I’m going to regret saying that, aren’t I?”

  “Yep. Over and over and over.”

  “You’re evil.”

  “Totally.”

  “We’re already in a relationship, and we both know it,” he said. “You live with me, you cooked for me, and you drive me insane on a daily basis.”

  “Dude, if that’s your criteria for a relationship, then you’ve been in one with Colm for years.”

  “Miller, I care about you. I’ve told myself time and again to stay away from you. I tried my best to keep a distance. But I can’t keep away from you. Even when we’re apart, you’re always on my mind.”

  “I feel the same way. I’m not Victoria, Rogan. I don’t expect diamonds or furs or your total attention. Just as long as you come home to me. As long as I’m the one you wake up to in the morning and go to sleep with each night. As long as you care about me, that’s what matters.”

  “You mean more to me than you realize.”

  “I tried to keep my distance from you, too. I always told myself I wouldn’t end up in a relationship with a man like my father.”

  Should he be insulted she was comparing him to her loser of a father?

  “But you’re nothing like him. You didn’t have to help me, but you’ve been there every time I needed you. You’ve never once let me down. You take care of the people around you, even though you like to pretend you don’t care. You never go back on your word.”

  “Don’t pretend I’m someone I’m not.” He’d done things guaranteeing there wasn’t a place for him in heaven. He didn’t operate on the right side of the law, although he did have his own code. There were rules he would never break.

  “I know who you are, Rogan. You’re not scaring me off.”

  He guessed she did know better than most. Although there were things he would never tell her. Things he would never expose her to.

  “Be sure, Miller. Because once you are mine then I am never going to let you go.”

  “I told myself I wanted a normal, boring life. With an average man. Someone reliable. Someone who worked nine to five, who di
dn’t have secrets. But you can’t help who you fall for.”

  Regret filled him. “If I could change who I am, I would. But there is no way out, Miller. This is my life. Yours, too, if you choose to stay.”

  “Do you want me to? Stay, I mean.”

  “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

  “Me neither.” A giant grin crossed her face.

  “So you’ll move in permanently? I can have whatever stuff you want shipped here. I am going to do my best to keep you safe. I promise. You’re my weakness now. One who could be used against me. I can’t allow that.”

  “Your weakness? I kind of hoped we were stronger together.”

  He sat up and pulled her onto his lap. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. But I need to know you’re safe, Miller. To keep me sane. You mean everything to me. I’ll try not to smother you in my protection, but I can’t always guarantee I’ll be successful.”

  “I get it. I feel the same way about you. Which is why it’s crazy for Colm or Cillian to guard me all the time when I’m at Solnyshko.”

  He scowled. “I need to know you’re safe.”

  “And I’m not safe at Solnyshko? Surrounded by people? Including Anisimov’s men most of the time?”

  “You expect me to leave your safety to the Russians? Especially after what happened?”

  “Aleksandr has a guard permanently posted in the back alley. That place is more guarded than the Crown Jewels. I think he’s taken my attack as a personal affront. Besides, I thought you were friends with Aleksandr?”

  “Not friends, exactly. Allies. Doesn’t mean I trust him with your safety.”

  “Rogan, you’re in more danger than I am. Take your men with you. I worry about you.”

  He gave her an incredulous look. “Miller, I can take care of myself.”

  “Uh-huh. Well, I’d feel better if you had Colm and Cillian guarding your butt while I’m safely inside a building filled with people. It’s been three weeks, and nothing has happened.”

  “Three weeks, not three years.”

  She stared at him.

  “Fine. I’ll compromise.” He had said he would try not to smother her.

  “Yeah? What sort of compromise do you have in mind?

  “Give it another couple of weeks, if everything is fine, then I’ll send Finn with you and take Cillian with me.”

  Finn was young, but he’d been Rogan’s man for a while now.

  “So you’re giving me babysitting duty?” she asked him.

  “He’s tougher than he looks.”

  “Rogan, he stays up all night playing PlayStation.”

  He kissed her on the forehead. “He’s practicing his shooting technique.”

  “Oh, I feel so much better now.”

  Chapter Seven

  “Hello, princess.”

  Crap. She knew that voice. Miller managed a small smile as she glanced down at the couple she’d just served. “Can I get you anything else?”

  They shook their heads before turning their attention to their meals. Miller didn’t even look behind her. Instead, she headed to the bar to wait for Vanya, the bartender, to prepare another order.

  “What? No greeting for your dear dad?”

  Okay, maybe Rogan was right. This job was not a good idea if it made it easier for her father, to get access to her.

  He moved up beside her. “I’ll take a beer, thanks. You’ll get that for me, won’t you, princess? You get drinks for free, right?”

  “No, I don’t. Put it on my tab,” she told Vanya, the bartender. He gave her father an assessing look but nodded.

  “Thanks, princess.”

  “I’m working. And don’t call me princess.”

  She grabbed the tray of drinks Vanya had poured, and left. For the next few hours, she avoided her father as best she could while he sat at the bar and drank. She winced as she thought about how big her tab was going to be. It would probably take her entire paycheck to pay off.

  “Thanks,” Finn said as she collected his empty plate.

  She could tell him about her father. But what could he do? Her father wasn’t doing anything wrong. Well, other than drinking away this week’s paycheck. But that was nothing unusual. Besides, she didn’t really want it getting back to Rogan that her father was here. He had enough on his plate. She’d noticed how stressed he appeared lately and she didn’t want to add to his worries.

  Miller took the dirty plates into the kitchen. The restaurant was slowing down for the night with only a few lingering customers. She couldn’t avoid him forever. The sooner she got rid of him, the better.

  Miller made her way over to the bar and asked Vanya for a coke. “What are you doing here, Dad?”

  “What do you mean? I’m here to see my little girl.”

  She snorted. “Don’t pull that bullshit with me, Dad. You only ever turn up when you need something. So, what is it, money?”

  “Well, I am a bit short at the moment. But I don’t want to take anything from you. I want to earn my money and maybe be closer to you.”

  Okay, what the hell was his game?

  “I’ve been watching you. You’ve got a good gig going on, hooking up with Rogan MacGuire. Like father, like daughter.”

  “I am nothing like you,” she hissed, glancing around. Vanya was at the other end of the bar and no one else was close. Finn gave her a questioning look, and she shook her head with a smile.

  “I know I made mistakes when you were growing up. You think I don’t regret that? I do. I want to make it up to you. I want to show you I’m not the loser I was.”

  Sure. He was the one who’d taught her how to spot con artists and liars. She’d learned from the best.

  “Best watch your nose doesn’t grow any bigger, Dad. Tell me what you want and then go.”

  His gaze turned calculating. Ahh, here was her real father. “I want in.”

  “In?”

  “In with MacGuire. He takes care of his men. I want to work for him.”

  Over her dead body. “No.”

  He grabbed her arm as she turned to leave. “Princess, I’m in a tough spot. I owe some money to folks who won’t take it kindly if I don’t pay them back.”

  “Let me go.” Turning, she saw Finn moving towards them. She waved her hand at him. “You’re calling attention to us.”

  “Everything okay here?” Finn asked.

  “Fine thanks, Finn. I was about to settle this man’s tab.” She moved around the bar and waited for Finn to wander off.

  “What was it this time?” she asked her father, faking a smile for Finn’s benefit. “Gambling? Drinking? Drugs?”

  “Something like that.”

  So, probably all three. “How much?”

  “Five grand ought to do it.”

  “I don’t have that kind of money.” The most she could get together would be a few hundred.

  “It’s chump change for MacGuire.”

  “I’m not asking him for money. I don’t owe you anything, Dad. You’ve never been there for me. Why should I help you?”

  “Because they’re going to hurt me if you don’t. Do you want my death on your conscience?”

  “You’re a grown man. You got yourself into this.”

  “The thing is, I’d hate for them to get to you to harm me.”

  “You told them about me?” The depth of his betrayal actually stung when she’d thought she was beyond being hurt by him. “Just when I thought you’d gone as low as you could, you actually manage to surprise me.”

  “Look, a grand ought to buy me some time.”

  Fuck. What was she going to do? She could probably put together a thousand dollars if she used the money Rogan had put aside for her plus what she’d earned from waitressing.

  “Fine, I’ll get you the money. But you’ll get out of my life and you’ll stay out. Got it?”

  “If that’s what you really want, princess.”

  She gritted her teeth together. “It is. It will take me a day. P
ut your number on my cell phone. My next shift is the day after tomorrow. Come back then.”

  “I can come to you. Meet MacGuire.”

  “Stay away from Rogan. Believe me, he won’t be interested in seeing you. And if you come near him, the money disappears. Got me?”

  Her father held up his hands, looking for all the world like the injured party.

  Yeah, she’d learned about con men from the best, and he was sitting right in front of her.

  ***

  “Boss, can I speak to you a minute?” The door to his study opened and Finn appeared.

  Rogan waved him forward. “Any problems tonight?”

  Miller had arrived home about forty minutes ago. She’d stopped in to see Rogan before retiring to the living room to watch a movie. Hopefully, he could join her soon. She’d seemed tired and distracted tonight. But, then, so was he.

  “No, no problems exactly.”

  “What is it?” Rogan stared up at a clearly nervous Finn. He was the son of one of Rogan’s men and Rogan had taken him on mainly as a favor.

  “Miller got me to stop at an ATM on the way home.”

  “What’s wrong with that?”

  “She withdrew an awful lot of money. I don’t know why she’d need so much cash and, you know, with her history…”

  He was worried she’d use the cash to buy drugs.

  Was something stressing her out? Had she pushed herself too hard, too fast?

  “I’ll take care of it. Thanks for letting me know.”

  Miller stared at the television screen. The movie had been playing for twenty minutes, but she had no idea what was on. Her mind spun with tonight’s events. Damn her father. He had the uncanny ability to appear when she was starting to turn her life around.

  What would she do? She had around seven hundred dollars. But she knew her father. He’d come back again and again. How long until Rogan found out?

  How long until he grew sick of the drama?

  She wasn’t a good catch. Drug addiction, family drama, no money, no home.

  Maybe she should tell him. Get it over and done with.

  But what if her father really did leave for good after she gave him the cash?

  Yeah, right, and hell had just frozen only.

  She rubbed her sweaty palms against her pants. She’d been experiencing fewer and fewer cravings. Rogan’s support, along with her therapy sessions had really been helping. She’d finally felt like she was starting to get her life back. Until now.