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“Yes and no. I love living in the country, but there are things about the city that appeal as well. I’d like to visit more often, though.”

“I just had a call from Rogan.”

She turned to look at him. “About Miller? Is she okay?”

“She’s doing as well as can be expected. He had a talk with her.” Dylan told her everything that Rogan had relayed to him. He felt ill at the thought of what Miller had gone through.

“I knew she wouldn’t betray me. I just knew it. Poor Miller. When can I visit her?” Tilly asked.

“Soon, hopefully. Best just to give things time to settle before we go back.”

“That Iker Florez was a complete bastard,” she said with a scowl.

“Forget about him, a mhuirnín,” he told her. “All that matters is that you’re safe and so is Miller.”

“I’ll feel better once I’ve seen her, though.”

“I know. I’ll take you as soon as I can.”

Dylan grabbed her hand and pulled her along to an empty stall. He had a fantasy which was driving him nuts and he knew he wouldn’t find a better time to enact it. Her brothers and father were all out, either on the ranch or in town.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Watching you wiggle your ass in those tight jeans has been driving me insane,” he told her. He dragged her to the back of the stall then turned her to face the wall.

“Place your hands on the wall and keep them there,” he ordered, pressing a kiss on her neck. She had her hair tied back in a low ponytail.

“Dylan, we can’t do this here,” she said sounding scandalized. But she placed her hands where he’d ordered.

“There’s no one around. Just you, me and the horses.”

“Oh God, this is so wrong,” she groaned as he pushed her t-shirt up, cupping her breasts.

“Then why are your nipples hard? You’re turned on by the idea of me taking you here, aren’t you? Have you ever dreamed about being fucked in a stable, a mhuirnín?”

“Not until now,” she said.

He pulled the cups of her bra down then pinched her nipples firmly. “Oh,” she sighed. “Please, more.”

Dylan bit down on her neck then sucked strongly. He had to hold himself back from marking her. He needed to get a ring on her finger fast. But he hadn’t found the right time to talk to her father yet. They were only here a couple more days, and Dylan didn’t intend to leave without her dad’s permission.

Reaching around her, he quickly undid her jeans. He roughly pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles and one foot free.

“Bend over a bit more and spread your legs as far as you can.”

Both of them were breathing heavily. He had to be inside her. Placing his hand between her legs, he cupped her pussy. Moisture coated his palm, heating his hand.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked as he kissed his way over her shoulders. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes. God, yes,” she panted.

“Beg me for it.”

“Please, Dylan,” she replied. “Please fuck me. Hard.”

Dylan grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket and hurriedly rolled it over his aching dick. He had to bend his legs slightly. She was a bit too short for this to work seamlessly. If it wasn’t for his injured arm, he’d have picked her up and held her against the wall.

Dylan lined his cock up then drove himself inside her. They both let out loud groans.


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