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“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.


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