Sinfully Yours, Sir

by Laylah Roberts

  “And I’ll make sure no one can find her there,” Rogan added.

  “You think the Vipers will come after her?” Tilly asked fearfully. “Why did they keep her? I don’t understand. Do you think they were lying about everything?”

  “Until Miller can tell us her side of the story we won’t know for sure,” Dylan told her.

  “She was probably their insurance,” Rogan said. “They didn’t want to kill her in case she became useful. I’ll make sure she’s safe. No one will touch her.”

  “What are you going to do about Iker?” Tilly asked.

  “Best you don’t know, sweetheart,” Rogan told her grimly.

  “I want to do what’s best for Miller,” Tilly said.

  “Come on, a mhuirnín,” Dylan said, sensing she was near the end of her rope. “We’ll go pack. We’ll drive for a bit then get a hotel room and sleep for a few days.”

  She smiled up at him weakly, but let him lead her away. The sooner they got out of San Antonio, the easier he’d start breathing.

  ***

  “There’s a silver Dodge in this parking lot,” Rogan handed over a key and a slip of paper with an address on it to Dylan. “Swap your truck for the Dodge. Cillian and Colm will follow you. Colm will drive off in your truck in case anyone is tailing you. Wait a while then leave in the Dodge. We’ll sort out getting your truck back to you later.”

  He, Rogan and Aedan were standing in the foyer waiting for Tilly to say goodbye to Miller.

  “I can’t thank the two of you enough,” Dylan said.

  Rogan snorted. “I thought you’d be cursing my name. You were shot because of me.”

  “Don’t you start,” Dylan replied. “You sound just like Tilly.”

  “I feel awful about putting her in danger,” Aedan said. “If I’d known who I could trust with her safety, I’d have left her behind. Despite her protests.” He smiled.

  “I know. We’ve all made mistakes we regret. I regret not contacting the two of you earlier. I’ve missed you both.”

  “We missed you too, brother,” Aedan told him.

  “What happens now?” Dylan asked. “What are you going to do about Iker?” He didn’t want to ask about Brandt. He really didn’t want to know what had happened to him.

  “Oh, Iker will be taken care of,” Rogan drawled in a dangerous voice. “I’ve already spoken Isaac, one of his lieutenants. Isaac is smart and ambitious. He just needed some backing to overthrow Iker.”

  “And you’re going to help him. How do you know you can trust him?” Dylan asked.

  “I don’t. But he wants it. He’s hungry. Still, it’s best that the two of you leave now. If anything goes wrong, I don’t want you stuck in the crossfire. This could get messy before it gets better. If you or Tilly ever need anything, you let me know. Got it?”

  Tilly walked down the stairs. She’d pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Her face was pale and tense. “I wish Miller was lucid so I could say goodbye properly.”

  “When she’s settled and feeling better you can call her,” Rogan said.

  Tilly threw her arms around Rogan. “Please take care of her and yourself.” She pulled back and turned to hug Aedan.

  “See you, beautiful,” Aedan told her.

  “Come on, a mhuirnín. Let’s get on the road.” Dylan held out his hand and she took it, squeezing it tight.

  “Will you tell Jimmy and Colm I said goodbye and thank you?” she asked.

  Rogan nodded. “I will.”

  ***

  Tilly widened her legs sleepily as a warm tongue lapped at her clit. What a way to wake up, naked and in bed with a gorgeous man between her legs.

  Was she in heaven or what?

  She reached down and ran her hand over his head. Dylan stopped and peered up at her.

  “No, please don’t stop,” she begged.

  “Put your hands behind your head and keep them there,” he ordered. Excitement surged through her as she rushed to obey. Dylan thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy and she gasped, arching her back.

  “Oh God,” she cried out. “Please, don’t stop,” she begged as he moved back. He raised her legs onto his shoulders. “Dylan, be careful of your arm.”

  “My arm is fine,” he told her. “Now hush or I’ll gag you.”

  He wouldn’t, would he?

  Yeah, he would. They’d been holed up in this hotel room for the last three days, just sleeping, eating and making love. There wasn’t a surface in this room he hadn’t taken her on. He certainly hadn’t let his injured arm slow him down much, although she knew it pained him.

  “Reach down and hold your legs up, spread them as wide as you can. And don’t come until I tell you.”

  Crap. She hated having to hold off her orgasm.

  Tilly held her legs, pulling them open. Dylan returned to her pussy, licking his way from the base to the top then flicking her clit with his tongue over and over until she was awash in need.

  “Please, Dylan, I need you.”

  Immediately, he stopped. Using his good arm, he pushed himself up into a kneeling position. “What did I tell you about being quiet, hmm?”

  Tilly bit her lip. “That you’d give me one more chance before you gagged me?”

  “Nice try, but that’s not what I said.” He landed two heavy smacks on her vulnerable ass before he climbed off the bed.

  “But you don’t have any gags here,” she pointed out.

  “No, but I can make do.” He rummaged around in her suitcase and pulled out one of her thin tank tops. “Open up.” Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and he rolled the top into a long, thin cylinder before placing it in her mouth.

  He tucked the ends under her head. “It won’t tie up, but you’ll keep it in place, won’t you, Tilly,” he said with warning.

  She nodded carefully.

  “Good, because if it comes out then I’m going to take you right to the edge without allowing you any release and you don’t want that, do you?”

  “Uhm-uhm.” Hell, no, she did not.

  Dylan chuckled before settling himself on his stomach between her legs again. He started slow then sped up, thrusting his tongue deep inside her before using it to tease her clit.

  Tilly bit down on her top, closing her eyes. Desperate to hold off her orgasm, she tried to think of anything but the delicious sensations rocketing through her body. Dylan drove her crazy; his tongue was relentless as he pleasured her. Her breathing grew faster as a wave of heat washed over her. Sweat glistened on her skin.

  “Come when you like, a mhuirnín,” Dylan finally said the words she’d been dying to hear.

  He tapped her clit slow then fast then slow again. Tilly arched back, screaming into the gag as bliss consumed her, sending her crashing over the edge.

  She was vaguely aware of Dylan putting on a condom, then sliding slowly inside her, filling her.

  “You can let go of your legs and remove the gag,” he told her as he rocked back and forth, pulling out then thrusting back into her.

  Suddenly he drew all the way out. “Grab the lube. Squirt some on my fingers then cover my dick in it.”

  Almost breathless with anticipation, she did as he ordered. Was he finally going to take her ass? Trepidation and excitement left her shaking and on edge.

  She slathered his condom-clad cock in lube, taking her time, caressing the stiff shaft.

  “Enough,” he said with a groan, pulling away from her. “You’ll have me spilling before I ever get near that delicious ass of yours. Get on your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. It’ll be easier if I stand to do this.”

  Tilly moved into position, spreading her legs wide.

  “Good girl.” He caressed her ass before smacking it heavily.

  “What was that for?” she asked.

  He shrugged with an evil grin. “Because I can. Because you like it.” He smacked his hand down on her ass steadily. The burn grew, engulfing her. She rested the top half of her body down on the bed and just gave into the hea
t.

  “Tilly?”

  “Hmm?” she said.

  “How are you doing?”

  “I’m green. I feel so good. But I want more. I want you.”

  “Good girl. I want you to stay nice and relaxed. Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me.”

  Slowly, she complied. If she hadn’t been on an endorphin high from the spanking, she’d have been embarrassed about putting herself on display like this. But right now she didn’t care about anything but getting his cock inside her.

  “Breathe out as I push in. Good girl.”

  Her ass burned, the muscles stretching as he pushed his way inside her. He paused. “Tilly? You doing okay?”

  “Good. It feels a bit weird.”

  Dylan laughed. “It will feel better soon. Just stay relaxed for me. I’m not that much bigger than the largest plug you’ve been taking.” Dylan had made only one stop on their way to this hotel and that was at an adult store so he could buy some larger plugs.

  “You ever taken a cock up your ass?” she asked.

  He paused again. “No.”

  “Then trust me when I say that while you may only be a little bigger, it makes a huge difference,” she told him.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, lovingly running his hand over her back.

  “No,” she said. “It’s getting better. It was just a bit of a shock.”

  “You tell me if it gets too much,” he commanded then reached around with his good arm and lightly pinched her clit between two of his fingers.

  “Ohh,” she said.

  “Better?”

  “Uh-huh,” she said dreamily.

  Dylan resumed his slow push inside her, playing with her clit at the same time. When he was fully inside they both let out a long breath. He pulled back then drove forward. Her whole body tightened as a deep need unfurled inside her. Dylan brushed her clit lightly with his fingers, moving faster and faster.

  “Oh, oh,” she said. “Please, can I come?” The need for release was growing in urgency, a tight ball in the bottom of her stomach that was waiting to explode.

  “Come whenever you like,” Dylan told her, his voice strained. “I won’t be far behind.”

  Nerve endings she’d never known existed sprung to life as he continued to drive himself back and forward. She breathed in deep, trying to slow the inevitable surge towards her peak, but she finally lost the battle, yelling aloud as she came so hard that she almost blacked out.

  Dylan let out his own yell of release as he came soon after, pushing himself deep inside her. He collapsed beside her, breathing deeply.

  “I can’t move,” Tilly groaned. “My limbs are like jelly.”

  He reached over and hauled her up against him. She snuggled in.

  “I wish we could stay here forever,” she said.

  “Might get a bit cramped once we have kids. I suppose we could knock through to another room.”

  She hit his chest. Then his words sunk in. She leaned up on one elbow so she could look down at him. “You want kids?”

  “Yeah, do you?”

  “I do. I’d love two or three.”

  “Well, I was thinking along the lines of six, but I guess I can compromise,” he said with a grin.

  Tilly shook her head. “I grew up in a family of five, remember? It can get crazy. I figure two or three would be a nice number. That way all of the kids can get an equal share of our attention.”

  “Didn’t you get much attention, Tilly?” he asked.

  “Don’t be silly, of course I did. I had a very good childhood. My dad is a wonderful man. It can’t have been easy for him, raising five kids on his own.”

  “He sounds like an amazing man.”

  “He is. You’d like him.”

  “Let’s just hope he likes me,” Dylan said. “Now, start packing. We’re heading out today.”

  “We are?” She felt a stab of disappointment. “We’re going home?” They couldn’t stay here forever, but she didn’t feel ready to face reality quite yet.

  “Much as I’d like to stay, I need to get back to work. However, there is something I need to do first.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I need to ask your father’s permission to marry you.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Rogan stepped into the pleasantly decorated room. It wasn’t large, just enough room for a bed, a small sitting area, and a set of drawers. There was an attached private bathroom. It looked more like a hotel suite rather than a hospital. The hallways didn’t smell like disinfectant and there were no nurses rushing around or doctors making rounds.

  But it was still a hospital.

  He hated hospitals.

  However, he’d made a promise and he always followed through on his word. Many people thought he didn’t have a moral code. But he did. His idea of right and wrong just didn’t necessarily follow the rest of society’s.

  Rogan took a seat next to the bed. While her doctors had assured him that a mix of medication and psychotherapy was the best course to follow, he couldn’t see much of an improvement.

  Of course, he mainly visited her at night when he knew she was sleeping, so it was hard for him to judge. But she seemed even thinner and listless. Far too fragile for his peace of mind.

  Suddenly her eyes opened and he stiffened, certain she was about to pierce his eardrums.

  She gasped in alarm, but thankfully didn’t scream. With a frightened look on her face, she scooted her way up the bed, putting her arms around her legs as she studied him.

  “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

  “My name’s Rogan MacGuire. I’m—”

  “I know who you are. You’re paying for all of this.”

  “I was under the impression that information was buried,” he said. Obviously he needed to have another chat with the head of this facility. He was paying through the teeth for anonymity.

  “I bullied them into telling me,” she explained. “You’ve visited me before, haven’t you?”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Your voice. I had dreams about it. I guess I heard you talking in my sleep.”

  Rogan nodded.

  “Why are you helping me? What do you want?” He detested the look of fear on her face.

  “I don’t want anything, except for you to get better. I’m doing this because of your friend, Tilly. Her boyfriend is a good friend of mine.”

  “Tilly doesn’t have a boyfriend,” she said suspiciously.

  “She does now. They haven’t been together long.”

  “Is she okay? The Vipers didn’t get to her, did they?”

  “Tilly’s fine. She wanted to stay with you, but that just wasn’t safe. I promised her I’d take care of you.”

  “So she’s not angry at me?”

  “No, she loves you very much. Even when the rest of us had written you off as a junkie, she didn’t give up on you.”

  She winced when he called her a junkie.

  “I’m not, you know,” she whispered.

  “Not what?”

  “I’m not a junkie. Before all of this, the only encounter I’d had with drugs was a puff of my boyfriend’s joint.”

  “That so?” he asked skeptically.

  Miller let out a deep breath. “Where is Tilly?”

  “Dylan has taken her home to her father’s ranch.”

  “Dylan?” Miller asked with surprise. “Dylan is her boyfriend?”

  Rogan frowned. He didn’t think Dylan knew Miller. “Yes, you know him?”

  “No, it’s just, Tilly talked about him. Oh, I’m so happy for her. Is he good to her?”

  “Dylan would lay down his life for her. He worships the ground she walks on.” Rogan felt a twinge of jealousy. If he had a woman like Tilly, he’d watch her all the time. He’d always be worried something would happen to her.

  Falling in love was a weakness he couldn’t afford.

  “Good. Tilly deserves happiness.”

  “I wouldn’
t think you’d care, considering you threw her to the wolves.”

  “I didn’t mean to,” she said with a stricken look on her face.

  “Why don’t you tell me what happened?” he said, sitting back.

  Miller licked her lips while he tried desperately not to notice how full and plump they were. He had no business noticing things like that.

  “I don’t quite know where to start.”

  “Start with why you told Iker about the money Javier Cabeza was taking from him.”

  “That was my way in,” she said. “I had no idea it would come back on Tilly, I swear.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I was looking for a quick way into the gang. I figured if I had information that they would be interested in then I could sort of ingratiate myself to them.”

  “You seriously thought they would be grateful?” he asked incredulously. “Did you think they’d just open their arms to you?”

  She winced and he realized she had thought exactly that.

  “I was desperate.”

  “So you told them that Cabeza had been taking money from them for years. Did you even think about the consequences of that?” he asked.

  “Javier was already in jail so I figured he was safe.”

  He ran his hand down his face. Damn, she was naïve.

  “I know!” she said. “I know I was stupid. Javier died because of me. I have to live with the fact that I killed a man.”

  Rogan sat forward. “You listen to me,” he said firmly. “You did not kill a man. Cabeza was the idiot who was stealing from the Vipers. God knows who else he was cheating. His time was limited.”

  “You don’t know that for sure.” Her eyes held a glimmer of hope.

  “I do.” He gave her a stern look. “So you’re going to put those feelings of guilt right out of your head.”

  “Do people always do what you say?” she asked, sounding intrigued and a little disgruntled.

  “If they know what’s good for them.”

  “I swear I never would have used that information if I knew it could put Tilly in danger. I never dreamed that Javier would involve her. I can’t forgive myself for that.”

  He sighed. She had herself so tied up in knots. He wondered if she had the strength to get through this. Well, he couldn’t let anything happen to her. Tilly would kill him.