“That’s better.” He tapped her nose. “Who’s the boss around here?”
“You are, Sir.” She dropped her gaze, but he saw her lips twitch.
He snorted. Yeah, he realized she had him wrapped around her little finger.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
***
Tilly felt a bit weird wandering around Rogan’s house by herself. But he’d told them to make themselves at home. Before she’d left the bedroom, Dylan had made her promise that she wouldn’t leave the house. She moved slowly, all too aware of the butt plug that Dylan had refused to take out.
Yeah, maybe she shouldn’t have made that crack about him being old.
The smell of cooking made her stomach gurgle as she followed the delicious scent to the kitchen. There she found Rogan standing at the stovetop, his back to her.
“I thought you’d still be sleeping,” he said, glancing at her over his shoulder.
“Umm, I think my empty stomach woke me up,” she said. “Dylan’s just having a shower.
He nodded. “Take a seat, the eggs will be done soon.”
Tilly climbed up onto a stool at the breakfast counter. Her legs hung down and she swung them, feeling like a little kid.
“Toast?” Rogan asked, still not looking at her.
“Yes, please.”
The toaster popped and he placed two slices on a plate along with a pile of scrambled eggs. He put the plate in front of her. Turning, he grabbed some butter, a glass and a carafe of orange juice, setting them on the counter.
“Wow,” she said. “I don’t want to eat your breakfast, though.”
“I’m not hungry,” he said. “Cooking helps me think. I figured everyone would be starving when they woke up. Especially Dylan, he always ate like a horse.”
She smiled and forked up some eggs. They melted in her mouth. “Yum,” she said. “This is fantastic.”
Rogan smiled. “I had a chef at one of my restaurants teach me.”
She remembered what Aedan said about Rogan going legit. “You own a restaurant?”
“I own three across the state.”
“Thought I smelled food,” Aedan said as he walked into the kitchen. His face shut down as he saw her and she lowered her gaze to hide how much that upset her.
Aedan poured a glass of juice, leaning against the counter as Rogan turned back to the stove to make some more eggs.
“I’m not a good person,” she blurted out. “I was happy.”
“Happy with what?” Aedan asked with a frown.
“I was happy when Javier wasn’t around. Well, maybe happy isn’t the right word. Relieved. So I didn’t care what he was doing because at least he wasn’t…” she trailed off.
“At least he wasn’t what, baby?” Dylan asked from behind her. She turned around to find him leaning against the doorframe. He wasn’t wearing a top, putting his muscular chest on display. His eyes were still heavy with sleep and he had a five o’clock shadow on his jaw. He looked drop dead gorgeous.
Dylan walked over and pulled her up, holding her against him with his hands beneath her ass. He kissed her thoroughly, not caring a bit that they had an audience. He pulled back and stared into her dazed eyes.
“You did give them a room, didn’t you?” Aedan asked Rogan.
Rogan snorted. “Two nights ago you practically fucked a girl while we were eating dinner at Ria’s,” he said.