“A million dollars?”
“Well, it’s significantly more than that now, even with the lawyer’s fees. My mom came from a wealthy family. They didn’t approve of my dad, though and cut her off financially when he married her. But she had some money her grandmother left her so she put it all in a trust for us kids.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, Javier really liked the sound of that,” she said with some bitterness.
Dylan shifted her off his lap and sat her on the bed. He knelt on the floor before her. “You know I don’t give a damn whether you’re rich or poor, don’t you? That’s your money. I’m comfortable enough to take care of both of us. That includes supporting you through college.”
She frowned a little, and opened her mouth, then closed it.
“What is it?” he asked. “Tell me.”
“Umm, it’s just I don’t expect you to support me. I can support myself. You work hard for your money.”
He grinned. He could guess what she was thinking. “Don’t worry, Roarke pays me quite well. Plus, I had years in the Marines where I didn’t spend a lot. I have enough to help you through college if you don’t want to dip into your trust fund.”
She rubbed her hand over her face. “I don’t even know if I want to go to college. Got to hand it to Daddy, I’m home less than two hours and I’m already stressing over the future.”
“Shh,” he told her, running his hand firmly up and down her thighs. “We’ve both had enough stress lately.”
“You’re the one who insisted we come here,” she snapped. Immediately, she appeared horrified. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
Dylan raised his eyebrows. “I think you did. But you had to come back here some time, Tilly.”
“I know you’re right. I really am sorry.” There was a mortified look on her face. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“You need to relax a bit, a mhuirnín. Your dad loves you; he just wants the best for you. Be firm with him.”
“Easier said than done.”
“I’m here to support you.” He could step in and take over. He wanted to. He wanted to protect her from everything. But that wouldn’t help. She was strong. She could handle herself.
“I know a couple of cures for stress,” he murmured, leaning forward to nuzzle at her breast. “I am more than happy to help you each time you feel your stress levels rising.”
“We can’t do that here,” she said, sounding scandalized as he nuzzled her other breast.
Dylan smiled against her shirt. Oh, they could and they would. She definitely needed to relax a bit, and he had just the cure.
“Yes, we can. Take off your t-shirt.”
“Dylan,” she protested.
“There is more than one way to get rid of that stress,” he warned her. “I can blister your ass just as easily as I can bring you pleasure.”
“Someone will hear,” she protested, but she removed her t-shirt.
“I’ll make sure they don’t.” He stood and gazed down at her. “You’re overdressed. Strip. I want you naked.” He quickly pulled the drapes and then locked the door. When he turned back, Tilly was naked.
“Dylan, I don’t know if I can keep quiet.”
“I’ll help you,” he promised. “Trust me.”
Some of the tension left her shoulders and she nodded. He really did want to help her relax. She was wound up tight. He could have opted for a bath and massage, but this was a lot more fun.
He knelt in front of her again.
“Spread your legs wide. Put your ass right on the edge of the bed. Good girl,” he praised her as she quickly obeyed him. “Now put your hands flat on the bed behind you.”
He kissed her rounded tummy softly. Reaching up, he lightly pinched her nipples, playing with them until they stiffened into tight nubs. The bare lips of her pussy were spread, allowing him to glimpse the pink plumpness within. Leaning in, he kissed the very top of her slit, letting his tongue dart out to flick her clit.
She moaned then caught herself, quieting the noise.
Damn, the taste of her was addictive. He slipped his tongue down to her entrance, pushing inside her. Her warmth surrounded him.
Soft whimpers filled the room, fueling his desire. If he had more time, he would enjoy himself for hours.
“Lie back on the bed,” he commanded. “If you need to, you can place a pillow over your face to muffle your cries. You can come whenever you like.”
She quickly scrambled to obey him as he grabbed both of her ankles in his hands and raised her legs, setting her feet wide apart on the mattress. Then he returned to feast on her. He held nothing back, using his tongue and fingers to push her higher and higher. When her back was arching, her thighs trembling around him, he knew she was close.
He pulled his tongue from her sweet passage and toyed with her clit as he drove two fingers deep inside her. He rubbed the tips of his fingers along the spot that drove her crazy. The scent of her arousal made his head spin.
She exploded. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers as moisture coated his hand. He slowly pulled his fingers from her warmth. Giving her clit a final kiss, he stood and pushed the pillow off her face. Grabbing her hands, he pulled her up and kissed her lovingly.
“That was amazing,” she said dreamingly, a large smile filling her face.
He smiled. “I’m glad.”
Tilly turned her gaze down to where his cock was pressing painfully against his tight jeans. Reaching out, she brushed her fingers over his zipper.
“My turn.”
Dylan clasped her hand in his, gently pulling it away. “Much as I’d love that. I need a shower before dinner, a mhuirnín.”
Probably a cold one.
She gave him a sad look, but he just shook his head. “If I can be patient, so can you.” He strode over to his suitcase to pull out some clean clothes. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Through there.” She gestured to a door he’d assumed led to a closet. “Daddy put my own bathroom in when I turned ten. Sharing one with the boys just wasn’t working.”
He gave her another kiss, this one longer. Then with reluctance pulled away.
“Later,” he told her.
Later, my ass, she thought with a grin.
She pulled some clean clothes out of her own suitcase and laid them on the bed. When she heard the shower running, she opened the door to the bathroom.
No reason why the two of them couldn’t shower together. It would leave them with enough time for her to take care of him. She crept up to the shower, determined to sneak in behind and surprise him.
“Tilly, what are you doing?” he asked as she pulled open the door.
She squeaked and jumped back as he turned around. His face was stern as he folded his arms over his chest.
“I’m never going to be able to sneak up on you, am I?”
“Do you need to use the toilet?”
“Use the toilet in front of you?” she asked, aghast.
He just grinned. “I can’t believe you’re blushing.”
She put her hands on her cheeks. “I can’t believe you’d expect me to just walk in here and go to the toilet while you’re showering.”
Dylan shook his head. “When we’ve been married for a while you won’t think twice about it.”
Tilly loved the way he talked all the time about them marrying and having kids. It made her more confident in his feelings. That he was truly committed to her.
“I was going to shower with you,” she said. “It would save time and I could help you with this.” She stepped boldly forward and clasped her hand around his thick cock.
He shuddered and she knew she’d won. He needed this.
“I said no,” he told her.
“But you can’t go to dinner with this,” she told him. “What will my father and brothers think?”
He growled.
“Turn around,” she told him, letting him go. “Let me wash your back.”
“You
’re in trouble for this,” he warned.
She wasn’t worried. Dylan turned and she grabbed his shower gel, squirting some onto her hand. He leaned his hands against the wall of the shower as she reached around, grasping his cock firmly, running her hands up and down the shaft.
He’d taught her exactly how he liked this and she knew it wouldn’t take long for him to come. But there was something else she’d like to try before he did. Letting go of him with one hand, she drew it back around his body and placed one fingertip against the ring of his ass.
He stiffened and she stilled. Maybe this wasn’t his idea of fun.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked.
“No,” he told her.
She pressed her fingertip firmly against his puckered hole, pushing just the tip inside him. Water and soap didn’t make for very good lube so she wouldn’t be going much further.
“I put some lube in the top drawer of the bathroom cabinet,” he told her, his breath coming in short pants. “Go grab it.”
She quickly moved to obey him. Tilly squirted some on her fingers before re-joining him. With her right hand, she pumped his shaft. Using the lube to ease her way, she slowly pushed a finger into his asshole, searching for the right place. This wasn’t something she’d actually done before, just read about.
“There, right there,” he told her with a low groan. “Christ, you’re killing me.”
The water poured over them as she stroked his cock and rubbed against his prostate. He shuddered, shaking his head. Loud pants filled the shower cubicle then he let out a low moan as he erupted, white spurts splashing against the apricot shower wall.
Tilly pulled her finger free and took a small step back. He turned and gazed at her hungrily.
“Damn, that was the hottest handjob I’ve ever had,” he said.
She smiled with satisfaction as she reached for the gel again and washed her hands.
“Aren’t you glad I followed you in here?” she said a bit smugly.
“Yes, because now I get to do this.” He gave her an evil grin. “Turn around and put your hands against the wall.”
“Why?” she asked, suspiciously.
“Because I said so,” he replied in a low voice. “Because you disobeyed me and now you’re owed some punishment.”
Her eyes widened in alarm. “But you enjoyed it!”
“I most certainly did. I’m going to enjoy spanking your ass just as much.”
“Someone will hear,” she protested.
“Not from in here.” He swirled a finger in the air and she reluctantly turned, placing her hands on the wall. “Spread your legs and poke your ass out.”
Tilly pushed her ass out as much as she could.
“Ever been spanked in a shower before?” he asked.
“No.”
“Oh, you’re in for a treat.” He slapped his hand down on her ass.
“Ow, fucking hell!” Damn that stung!
“Oh, that bad language just added three more spanks,” he drawled wickedly.
She glared at him over her shoulder. “No way.”
“Yes,” he said firmly. “When I said no, I meant it. Doesn’t matter if you brought me pleasure or not. Turn back around.”
Two more smacks were all it took for tears to well in her eyes. Three more and she was dancing a little jig. He waited patiently for her to stop moving around. This time he landed four spanks on her butt.
“Ow, ow, ow.”
He rubbed his hand over her bottom, squeezing it mercilessly. “Now, I wanted to be on time for dinner. What are you going to say when they ask us why we’re late, Tilly? That you were getting your sexy, plump ass spanked for being naughty?”
Oh God, those words really shouldn’t turn her on.
Two hard spanks to her right cheek, then two to her left. “These are your last three. If you hadn’t cussed, we’d have stopped by now.”
Son of a bitch.
***
As it turned out, they weren’t late. But she knew sitting for dinner wouldn’t be much fun. She entered the living room where everyone had gathered to grab a drink before dinner. Dylan followed behind her.
Immediately, Simon jumped up from the sofa and pulled her into his arms. Her youngest brother was also the tallest. He’d always been all limbs and little coordination until he’d hit his late teens and really started to fill out. He’d played basketball throughout college and now he was a coach at the local high school.
“Midgie, I missed you.” He smacked a kiss on her cheek. The two of them had always been close and she was shocked by the tears that welled up.
“I missed you too,” she said in a choked voice.
“Hey, don’t cry,” he said with alarm. “She’s crying. Why is she crying?”
Her other brothers swarmed in.
“What did you do, numb nuts?” Dare, her second oldest brother, asked.
“You shouldn’t be flinging her around,” Eli said with a superior tone only an oldest child could pull off. “You could hurt her.”
“Or maybe someone else hurt her,” Asher said, looking over at Dylan with a frown.
All of her brothers turned to glare at Dylan.
“Hey,” she said, trying to elbow her brothers out of the way. But they’d surrounded her, forming a human wall between her and Dylan. “Be nice, you guys. Dylan, these are my brothers. The tall one is Simon. The one in front of me is Dare. Eli is to his right and the last one is Asher.”
“Is he the reason you hardly ever come home?” Dare asked suspiciously.
“No, in fact, Dylan was the one who insisted we come here. And you’re all treating him like he’s Jack the Ripper or something,” she said with exasperation. “Will you let me through!” Finally, she gave Dare a jab in the kidneys.
“Hey!” he said, turning and rubbing his back. She broke through the gap he’d created and returned to Dylan’s side. “What’d you do that for?”
“To get you to move, you great oaf.”
“Wow, you’ve turned really mean since you’ve been living in the city.”
Tilly rolled her eyes.
“I think I like this side of you,” Simon said with a grin.
“Blame Eli, he’s the one who insisted on teaching me how to defend myself.”
“Yeah, but you weren’t supposed to use it on us,” Dare moaned. “We’re your brothers. You’re supposed to love us.”
“And I do. But I don’t appreciate you being rude to the man I love.”
They all gaped at her. “Love?” Asher asked in a dark voice. “Did she just say love?”
“I think I just threw up a bit in my mouth,” Dare groaned. “Do we have to talk about your love life? You’re my sister.”
Tilly rolled her eyes. “So I’m supposed to remain a nun all my life?”
“Yes,” Dare replied, stubborn as always.
She looked over at Simon, who was usually her only ally when her brothers got some crazy idea in their heads. He was looking at Dylan thoughtfully, sizing him up.
Dylan appeared slightly amused by all of this. Her dad sat back in his large chair, watching them all.
“I lived with Javier for nearly two years, Dare. I’m no nun.”
A look of fury crossed Dare’s face. “Yeah, well, he was no man. Not a real one anyway.”
“He finally got what he deserved,” Eli said as he moved away to sit on the sofa.
Asher sat beside him. “I just wish it was by my hand.”
The worse thing was she knew they weren’t joking. “You can’t go around killing every jerk out there.”
“We can if they hurt our sister,” Dare replied, glaring at Dylan.
“Dare, behave!” Tilly put her hands on her hips, prepared to defend Dylan to the death if necessary. And it might be, Dare wasn’t one to give up once he got an idea in his head and he had obviously decided he didn’t approve of her relationship with Dylan.
“Dinner’s ready,” Rosa called out from the doorway. Tilly sent her a grateful
look. Thank God. If they had food in their mouths, it meant they couldn’t be grilling her and Dylan.
Dylan watched Tilly’s family around the dinner table with a mix of amusement and shock. He was an only child. Dinner at his house had been quiet and peaceful. Not so in the King household. It was loud, raucous and downright vicious.
If you weren’t quick enough, food could be snatched right out from under you. Not that there wasn’t plenty of food. The table was practically groaning. But Tilly’s brothers were large men and from the look of them, they all worked hard.
Simon seemed to be the most easy-going. But the other three were not going to be easy to win over. Asher had barely said anything, Eli pretty much ignored him, and Dare just sat there glaring at him.
But he would win them over. Eventually.
He noticed that Tilly just sat back while the feeding frenzy erupted. He leaned over so she could hear him.
“Did you ever get to eat as a child?”
She grinned. “After Dare jabbed my hand with his fork one time, Rosa started to dish me up a plate before she put everything out.” She chewed her lip, looking around. “If you hold your plate out, I’ll dish some food out for you.”
He watched the forks flying around wildly as her brothers claimed their food. He shook his head. “That’s okay. I’ll wait.”
When things quieted down and all of the men in her family were eating, Dylan started to dish up some food, filling Tilly’s plate first. Around him, things went quiet, but he ignored everyone watching him.
“Is that enough potatoes, a mhuirnín?” he asked.
“Yes, thanks.”
Dylan filled his own plate with what was left. How these guys weren’t overweight, he didn’t know.
There was silence for a long moment as they all ate. Then Simon sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. “So, Dylan, how long have you been dating our sister?”
Dylan was surprised the question had come from Simon and not one of the others. “I’ve known Tilly was the one for me almost since they day I first met her. Which was about two years ago. It took me a while to work up the courage to ask her out, though.”
“What do you do for a living?” Eli asked.
“I manage a nightclub,” he replied.
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