“Okay,” she said. “Thank you.”
Dylan stood. “Come on, babe. Let’s get some rest.”
Tilly said a quick good night to the others then followed him upstairs to the bedroom they’d had before.
“Well, I’ve managed to make a real impression on your friends,” she said dryly as she sat on the bed. Dylan knelt at her feet and slipped off her shoes. “Think they’ll invite us back for Thanksgiving?”
Dylan snorted and slipped off her socks.
“I can do that,” she said, pulling back her feet. He’d already done so much for her.
Dylan placed his hands on her thighs. “Let me. I need to look after you right now.”
“I’m really sorry for bringing you into this mess,” she said.
He tightened his hold on her. “I’m glad you did. The thought of you in the grasp of the Vipers makes me feel ill.” He shuddered.
He undid her jeans then stood her up so he could pull them down off her legs. She sat again, dressed only in a t-shirt, bra, and panties.
“I’m sorry about the way Aedan reacted. He shouldn’t have talked to you that way.”
“Don’t apologize,” she told him. “He has every right to be disgusted with me. How did I not realize what was going on?”
“Don’t,” Dylan ordered, his voice very firm. “Do not blame yourself. You have no reason to feel shame. Aedan knows that.”
Tilly took his hand. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.”
Tilly rubbed her eyes. “I knew that Javier was an awful person, but I still find it hard to get my head around everything he’s done. And then there’s Miller…” It hurt to say her friend’s name. Had she really betrayed her? To become part of a gang? It just didn’t make sense.
“I’m exhausted, but I don’t think I can sleep.” Her mind was in complete turmoil. Miller’s supposed betrayal. Javier’s dangerous lies. She just couldn’t see any way out of this. Her life was going to be changed forever.
Dylan studied Tilly for a long moment. She was so stressed that he was growing worried. If this kept up, she was going to make herself sick.
“Do you need me to take over for tonight?” he asked her. “Do you trust me enough to let me take control?”
Considering her background and the short time they’d been together, he could be asking too much of her. But she had known him for a long time. She had to know he would never do anything to hurt her.
Her whole body tensed then relaxed. “Yes. Please.”
“Okay. I want you to strip off then kneel and wait for me.” He stood.
“Where are you going?” she asked, a slightly panicked look on her face.
He raised his eyebrows and just waited.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied then moved to obey him. When she was kneeling, completely naked by the side of the bed, he ran his gaze over her, taking her in.
God, she was beautiful. Especially in this submissive pose. Her posture was perfect. Her head was down, her hands palm up on her thighs, her legs spread so he caught just a glimpse of her bare pussy lips.
Dylan placed a hand on top of her head. “Beautiful. I’ll be back soon.”
He left the room and ran down to the kitchen where he found Rogan making sandwiches. He raised his eyebrows in question.
“Thought everyone would want something to eat,” Rogan said then handed him over a plate piled high with sandwiches. Aedan walked into the kitchen and grabbed a sandwich. Dylan didn’t want to leave Tilly too long, but he had to let Aedan know that his behavior earlier was unacceptable.
“What the hell was that all about?” he growled at Aedan.
Aedan matched him, glare for glare. “It’s obvious this girl has you wrapped around her little finger. Think, Dylan. Do you really believe she’s as innocent as she says?”
“Yes,” Dylan replied without hesitation.
Aedan laughed. “No one is that innocent.”
“Tilly is.”
“If you believe that then you’re a fool. She’s playing you. There is no way she could have lived with Cabeza and not known what a demon he was.” Aedan glared at him derisively. “The old Dylan would never have fallen for her bullshit. He was smart.”
“The old Dylan was a stupid kid with a chip on his shoulder. There are good people out there,” he told his old friend with a sigh. “What happened to you, Aedan? You never used to be this cynical.”
Aedan had always been the most trusting of them all.
“I grew up,” Aedan said shortly.
Fatigue hit Dylan hard and heavy. He really didn’t have the time or energy for this.
He sat on a barstool and leaned his elbows on the kitchen island. “Look, you can believe what you like. But that bastard abused Tilly. Do you think an abused woman is going to go looking for trouble? Or do you think she’ll do whatever is needed to protect herself? If Tilly had started snooping around in his business, do you really think she’d be here today?”
“She might if she were involved.”
Dylan kept a lid on his temper. Barely. “I know Tilly. You don’t. She’s not capable of this.”
“Maybe you’re thinking too much with your little head instead of your big one.”
Dylan stood again, his fists clenching and unclenching.
“Both of you sit down and shut up,” Rogan said calmly. He’d stood quietly and just watched them, letting them sort things out. But now his face showed a hint of impatience. “Aedan, you’re letting old demons shadow your judgment. One look at that girl and you know she’s an innocent. And Dylan, he’s right. You are thinking with your dick, which is why you need us. You can’t protect her and do what needs to be done.”
Dylan knew he was right, even if he didn’t really want to hear it. He would protect Tilly above everything else. Someone with a clear head was needed to sort this shit out.
He nodded at Rogan. “Thanks. For everything.”
“You’re a friend. Besides, I intend to collect on this favor one day.”
Dylan had expected nothing less. Grabbing the plate, he made his way back upstairs. He placed the plate down on the bedside table and handed Tilly a sandwich. “I want you to eat every bite of this.” He held up his hand as she went to protest. “You only have to eat one. I’m going to run you a bath. I want you to clear your mind and wait for me here. Can you do that, Tilly?”
“I’ll try, Sir,” she said honestly.
When he returned a few minutes later, she was finishing off the sandwich. “Easy baby,” he told her as she jumped a little when he walked up to her.
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Don’t apologize. This has been a stressful few hours.” Hard to believe that only five hours ago he’d been spanking her ass at Club Decadence. Speaking of which…
He walked around behind her. “Show me your ass, a mhuirnín.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him in confusion. “Sir?”
“Lean forward, place your chest on the floor and thrust your bottom up.”
Her cheeks filled with color and he expected her to balk. But she proved him wrong and did as he’d ordered. This position provided him with a whole different view and his cock pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.
He wouldn’t be surprised to find his balls had turned blue.
The lips of her pussy were parted, revealing the lush pinkness within. Leaning in, he cupped one firm, rounded cheek.
“You have the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen.” He grabbed her other cheek and parted them slightly so he could see the puckered hole hidden between them.
Tilly’s breath caught. He was testing her, seeing if he could push her a little. Not too far. But she needed to know that he was in charge right now. Plus, if she was focused on what he was doing then it kept her mind off everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.
“Very, very nice,” he murmured. He moved around to her front and held out his hand. “Come with me.”
He helped he
r stand then led her into the bathroom. Turning off the taps, he tested the temperature. Adjusting it to his satisfaction, he turned and just stared at her for a long moment. Her full breasts, soft tummy, tucked-in waist and flared hips.
“In you go.”
Silently, she stepped into the bath. He lathered up his hands and proceeded to wash her thoroughly. Moving down her shoulders and over her breasts, he spent a long time running the palms of his hands around her breasts then tweaked each nipple gently.
“Ohh.” Tilly relaxed back against the bath as he continued to play with her nipples.
Then he moved his way down her stomach, feeling her tense. But he continued to touch her. He intended to touch her a lot, everywhere, no matter what hang-ups she might have.
Dylan ran his hands down her thighs and raised first one leg then the other so that her feet were resting on the edge of the bath. Using his fingers, he washed her pussy with long, sensual strokes.
Tilly’s breathing grew faster, her face flushing with a combination of arousal and heat. Dylan placed her legs back in the bath, smiling at her disgruntled look.
“Sit forward.” She leaned forward and he washed her back. Her blonde hair was plastered to the back of her neck.
Standing, he helped her up and wrapped her in a large fluffy towel before lifting her out of the tub.
She attempted to help him dry her, but he calmly pushed her hands away.
“No,” he told her. “You follow my direction.”
Tilly nodded. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Once she was dry, he took the towel away and grabbed a dry one. “Take this towel and lay it on the bed then lie facedown on it. I’ll tidy up in here and then I’ll be in.”
Dylan emptied the bath and hung the wet towel up before searching through the bathroom cabinets. He knew Rogan would have this place well stocked. He grabbed a small bottle of baby oil and walked back into the bedroom. She had followed his orders exactly. Dylan stripped off his shirt but kept his jeans on. Probably best to keep a layer between them to stave off the temptation to take her.
Dylan climbed onto the bed and straddled her, careful not to rest his weight on her. Squirting some oil onto his palm, he rubbed his hands together to warm it. Then he started at the top of her shoulders and worked his way down her back with firm strokes.
A small groan erupted from her.
“Oh, God,” she said as he massaged the knots from her back and shoulders. When she was totally relaxed beneath him, he moved down the bed and knelt between her legs.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart.
She tensed slightly, and he paused. “How are you doing, Tilly?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Who is in charge?” he asked.
“You are.”
“I want you to relax. Deep breath in. Good girl.” He slipped the tip of his finger into her asshole.
She let out a low moan.
“Damn, that’s tight. And hot. I cannot wait until I take this ass.” She needed a lot more preparation first. He would never risk harming her because of his needs.
He withdrew his finger then kissed first one ass cheek then the other.
“Roll over.”
Dylan moved into the bathroom and washed his hand before grabbing another clean towel. Returning to the bedroom, he folded it up. He placed the towel over her eyes, so it worked like a blindfold.
Then he heated some oil between his hands again and massaged her front. This was a far greater test of his control. He ran his hands over her breasts until they gleamed and her hard nipples had a sheen to them. He moved down her stomach and legs. Pulling one foot up onto his leg, he pressed into the base of it with his thumbs.
“Oh dear Lord, I’ve died and gone to heaven,” she said.
Dylan grinned as he grabbed her other foot, treating it to the same attention. “A mhuirnín, this ain’t nothing compared to the heaven I intend to show you.” He paused for a moment. “Wow, that sounded incredibly cheesy.”
“I bet your pick-up lines never work,” she giggled.
“Brat,” he told her good-naturedly. Slowly he drew apart her legs and lay between her spread thighs. He gently parted the folds of her pussy and ran his thumbs over the inside of each of her lips, massaging lightly. Leaning in, he took her clit into his mouth, sucking strongly.
“Oh, oh,” she cried out.
Dylan slid one finger deep inside her, searching for that spongy area that he knew would drive her wild.
She tensed and cried out.
Got it.
He massaged that area as he flicked her clit with his tongue. Her thighs tensed then relaxed then tensed again as he played with her, driving her higher and higher. He knew she was close.
“Come whenever you like, baby.”
Her whole body shuddered as he returned to his play. He could happily spend all night doing this. He flicked his tongue faster, harder as he drove another finger deep inside her.
Tilly thrust her hips up as she let out a loud cry. Her passage clenched down on him as liquid coated his fingers. She shuddered, aftershocks rocking her body. Dylan coaxed her down from her high, kissing her mound gently as he pulled his fingers free.
Grabbing the clean towel, he wiped the excess oil from her skin then rolled her to one side of the bed and pulling down the covers, rolled her back and tucked her in. By the time he’d tidied up, grabbing all the towels and shoving them into the bathroom, Tilly was fast asleep.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, a mhuirnín.”
Chapter Six
Dylan stretched and yawned, instantly coming awake as he realized he was alone. He relaxed when he heard the sound of the shower running. He must have been exhausted if Tilly had managed to sneak out of bed without him noticing. He climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
“Want some company?” he asked as he pulled open the shower door.
“Argh,” she screamed, turning to face him, her hand on her chest. “Christ, you scared me.”
“Sorry. I thought you would have heard me.” What an idiot. Why hadn’t he called out from the bedroom?
“It’s okay.” She wiped at her cheeks. Had she been crying? “Come in.”
Dylan stepped in, grateful that it was a double shower and could fit his wide shoulders.
“Are you all right, Tilly? Have you been crying?” He cupped her face. Had she been in here stressing out by herself? “You’re not alone. Lean on me. I know this is terrifying, but I’m here for you and I won’t let anything hurt you.”
“I’m not worried about me. Well, I’m a bit worried about me.”
“You’re worried about me?” he asked, surprised.
“About you and Miller. I just can’t believe she would do this to me, Dylan. I just don’t see her betraying me. Not unless she had no other choice.” Her voice broke on a sob and he drew her against his chest, holding her tight. He felt so helpless in the face of her tears.
Running his hand up and down her damp back he just held her as she cried. Best she get it all out rather than hold it inside and let it fester. When she was finished, he pulled her out of the shower and grabbed a towel.
Dylan dried her off then wrapped another towel around her. He lifted her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
After setting her on the bed, he grabbed her hairbrush from the bedside table. He knelt behind her on the bed and gently brushed her long hair.
“I want you to listen closely. We are going to solve this problem. I know it’s scary. I’m scared too.”
Tilly looked over her shoulder at him in surprise. “You are?”
“Yeah. Only an idiot doesn’t get scared. Turn back around, I’m not finished. I’m scared, but I’m also confident that we’ll fix this. I’m tough, I’m strong and I’m stubborn. You need to trust that I can take care of you and myself.”
“I do. I’m just feeling overwhelmed.”
“I know. After we’ve sorted out this mess about t
he money, we’ll find your friend, okay? We’ll make sure that no one is forcing her into anything she doesn’t want.”
Her shoulders slumped with relief. “Thank you. I just need to hear her side.”
“I get it.”
“I called my boss,” she said. “He gave me two weeks off. He said I never took time off so I was well overdue.”
“You didn’t tell him where you were?”
“No, I just said I had a family emergency.”
“Good.”
“I feel like I’ll never get Javier completely out of my life. Even though he’s dead, he’s still causing me pain. He was even more evil than I had imagined. He put my family in danger and now this. Why did I fall for his lies? How could I have been so stupid?”
“A mhuirnín, what happened with Javier wasn’t your fault. You were young and he used you. He was older, charming and persuasive. You can’t keep carrying this around, it will eat you up. I know what it’s like to let guilt overwhelm you. At some stage, you just have to let it go.”
“I know.” She let out a deep breath. “What now? It feels weird just waiting around. I feel like I should be doing something.”
“You should,” he replied firmly. She needed a distraction and he was happy to provide it. “See that armchair over there. I want you to sit on it, your legs on the arms and your ass at the edge.”
Tilly blushed slightly but jumped up and did what he was ordered. He might not be able to get her to believe that none of this was her fault, but he could take her mind off her worries. Even if just for a short while.
“Beautiful,” he told her, walking over to her. “Place your hands under your breasts, offer them to me.”
Dylan knelt down on the floor. Even kneeling, he was still taller than she was. Leaning in, he licked his tongue over each nipple until they were hard.
“Place your hands behind your head and keep them there.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her breath already coming faster.
He wished he had the time to enjoy her properly. He kissed his way down her stomach to where her glistening pussy called to him. Pushing her lips apart, he tasted her. He ran his tongue over every inch of her pussy before settling at her clit.
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