Dillon chuckles. “If only they knew the truth. That you’re insatiable and as far from pure and a prude as they come.” He waggles his brows, and I know what he’s referencing. I let him take my ass last night, and he rocked my world. I’ve also discovered I like being tied up and spanked, and I love when he bosses me around in the bedroom. Dillon is a very considerate lover, and I like how he takes control and always ensures I’m satisfied.
Lifting one shoulder, I smile sweetly. “I tried to tell you when I first arrived, but no one would listen. You were all too busy judging the book by its cover.”
“I know the truth now,” Dillon says with a suggestive gleam in his eyes.
“And you can keep that truth to yourself, thanks very much,” Ash drawls. “I already know too much, and I’ve seenwaytoo much.” A full-body shudder works its way through her, and Dillon and I bust up laughing.
“What don’t I know?” Ro asks, sitting up straighter with an inquisitive expression on his face.
“Dillon didn’t realize I’d come back to the apartment last night, and he wandered out to the kitchen earlier in all his morning glory. I almost barfed up my breakfast,” Ash explains.
“Hey, I’ll have you know my cock is a work of art. Your best friend certainly seems to think so.” Dillon winks, and I giggle.
“Sisters donotneed to see their brother’s dick piercing.” She flops back on the seat, rubbing a hand over her chest as her lips pull into a grimace. “Honestly, I feel ill all over again.”
Ro joins in the laughter this time, and I can’t keep the grin off my face the rest of the way to Kilcoole.
* * *
“Pass the spuds,” Ciarán says, looking across the table at Dillon. But my boyfriend doesn’t hear him because he’s too busy trying to jam his hands between my thighs under the table. This is only my third time at Sunday dinner, and I’m sweating buckets, thinking everyone can see the tug of war going on between us.
I don’t know what’s gotten into Dillon today.
Maybe he’s friskier because he took my anal virginity last night, but he hasn’t stopped groping me all day. However, even I have some hard and fast limits. I definitely draw the line at being fingered under the table in front of his entire family, so I’ve spent the last ten minutes swatting his hand away and warning him to behave.
“Earth to lover boy,” Shane bellows, nudging Dillon from his other side. “Get your paws off your woman and pass your brother the spuds.”
My cheeks inflame, and it feels like I might pass out from a combination of embarrassment and overheating.
“Sorry.” Dillon smirks, squeezing my thigh one final time before releasing me, passing the potatoes to Ciarán. “I get hugely distracted whenever my girl is around.”
“We’ve noticed.” Shane smirks, and I can see where Dillon got his smirk from. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I am going to enjoy giving you all the crap you gave me when I fell for Fiona.”
“Stop teasing your brother,” Cath, Dillon’s mom, says. “I think it’s wonderful to finally see Dillon happy and in love.” She beams at us, oblivious to the fact her son has just turned to stone beside me.
Shane subtly nods his head in his mother’s direction, and her smile fades when Dillon abruptly stands, scraping his chair back. “I need a smoke.” Bending down, he pecks my lips. “Finish your dinner. I’ll be back.” Without another glance in my direction, he stalks to the back door and leaves.