Redemption (Cavan Gang #2) (16 page)

“Hello? What? Oh, crap. I forgot about him…What did he do? Yeah, go post bail.”

“What was that about?” she asked, sitting up.

Rogan sighed then turned to her. “Your father.”

“My father?”

“Yeah, there’s something I forgot to tell you. The reason we found your note so quickly was because your father saw you climb into that car last night. He called me. I had Colm search the house and he found your note. That was smart of you, by the way. But if anything like that happens again, you sit your ass down and call me, got it? No more sneaking out. Ever.”

She nodded, knowing the lecture had been coming.

“I mean it, Miller. You don’t get to be so cavalier with your life. You’re mine, now.”

That kind of statement would have made her see red in the past. But she was his. And he was hers. She owed it to him to keep herself safe.

“I know. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking properly. Next time I will call you.”

“You’d better or you won’t sit for a week.”

He was wound tighter than a coiled spring. Miller let the blanket slip, baring her breasts. Sneaky, but it worked.

Rogan’s gaze focused in on her breasts, the tension leaving him slowly. “You’re trying to distract me from scolding you.”

“Is it working?”

He drew the blanket away from his body, revealing his erect cock. “What do you think?”

Reaching over, she grasped his cock. “I think I’m very lucky to have you and I love you. I promise not to take risks again. If you promise the same.”

He let out a low moan as she pumped his cock. “Where was I? Oh yeah. Luckily, we had a head start and we were heading to where Oleg was holding you when he called me.” He let out a deep breath. “Shit, that feels good. Maran followed us, so we used your father as a diversion. Seems it worked too good. He got arrested.”

“Not an unusual occurrence. He wants something.”

“I know. I’ll take care of it.”

She stopped, moving her hand away. “No, I will. He’s not your problem.”

Rogan drew her over so she sprawled on top of him. “He’s our problem. But he helped us. So I’ll give him what he needs then I’ll make it very clear that’s where it stops. If you want, I will make it clear he’s not to contact you again.”

“I don’t know.” She didn’t know what to do. He would use her if she let him, like he always had. But he was still her father.

“How about this. If he wants to see you then he has to go through me first?”

“All right.” Sometimes, she’d learned, accepting protection didn’t make you weak. It simply meant someone cared about you. She’d protect Rogan when he needed it, and he was the strongest person she knew.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure, baby.”

“I know another way to please you.” She scooted away from him, moving between his legs.

“Do you?” he murmured.

She ran her tongue up the length of his cock. “Oh yes.”

He hissed as she took him into her mouth. “Damn yes.”

She bobbed her head up and down, taking him inside her mouth quickly then slowly drawing back up his dick, sucking strongly.

Reaching down, she cupped his balls then she lightly pinched the skin between his rectum and balls. He groaned. “Jesus, Miller. Fuck, you have no idea how good that feels.”

She felt his whole body stiffen and knew he was close. Suddenly, he reached down and drew her away from his cock. Miller pouted. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong.” He tugged her up so she lay on top of him. “But I want to feel you against me when I come. I want to be inside you, wrapped up in your warmth.”

“Oh, well, I guess that’s okay.”

He grinned. She loved it when he smiled. Her insides lit up with happiness knowing she could make this too-serious man happy.

“I love you,” she whispered then kissed him as he slipped inside her.

She shivered in pleasure, her pussy rippling around his hard length.

He grasped her ass, spreading the cheeks apart. He placed one finger against her asshole, playing with her. Waves of fire licked her from the inside out. A need so great she thought it might swallow her whole overwhelmed her. She held on tighter to Rogan, her calm in the storm.

“Rogan!” she cried out.

Erotic hunger tightened Rogan’s face as he stared up at her. Satisfaction curled the edge of his lips as he rolled the two of them over, driving himself even deeper inside her. He kissed her, tasted her, devoured her.

Possessed her.

Miller kissed him back, desperate to show him how much he meant to her. How much she adored him. Her clit swelled, throbbing with a need that only grew with each passing second.

How was it possible to want him more every day?

She didn’t understand it.

But, then, maybe she wasn’t meant to.

“I’m coming. Come with me. Come with me now!”

White-hot pleasure exploded inside her as she came with a yell. Sated, she couldn’t move.

“I’m dead,” she muttered. “Killed by pleasure.”

Rogan chuckled, running his hand over her back. “Don’t worry,
a thaisce
. I’ll take care of you. Always.”

“Miller, this cheesecake is to die for,” Natalya said, leaning back with a groan. “I can’t fit in another bite. I’ve probably added inches to my hips from dessert alone.”

Aedan smiled at her lovingly. It was obvious how much he adored Natalya. The way he watched her, how in tune he was to her needs. It was sweet to watch.

“Every inch of you is gorgeous,” he told her.

Rogan reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. She smiled at him. Sweet things would never trip off his tongue, but she didn’t care. She knew how he felt about her.

“Want to move into the living room?” she suggested. “I’ll bring in coffee.”

“Miller, you are too good to us.” Aedan grinned at her. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I hope you lose a lot of bets in the future if this is what we have to look forward to.”

“Bet?” Rogan asked, turning to stare at her.

“You told him.” Miller glared at Natalya, who shrugged.

“I tell him everything.”

“You could have kept our bet a secret.”

“All right, someone tell me what the bet was,” Rogan insisted.

Aedan turned his face away, but not before she caught a glimpse of his grin. Natalya didn’t even bother to hide her smirk.

Bitch.
If Miller didn’t like her so much she’d hate her.

“I lost a bet with Natalya. When we went shopping and I bought that dressing gown, she bet we’d sleep together within the month.”

“Ahh.” His lips twitched. “And if you lost, you had to cook dinner.”

“Uh-huh. Four courses.” Miller turned around. “Go sit down. All of you.”

She heard laughter as she walked away.
Jerks.
She let a smile slip when she was safely inside the kitchen.

“You’re not really mad at me, are you?” Natalya asked.

Miller turned with a gasp, hand on her rapidly beating heart. “You scared me half to death.”

“Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t really mad at me.”

“What happens on shopping trips stays on shopping trips,” Miller told her, working hard to keep her face stern.

Natalya’s lips twitched. “Apologies, I was not aware of that rule.”

Miller sniffed. “Now you know.”

“Can I help?”

“You can grab the milk out of the fridge.”

“Well, what do we have here?”

Miller turned to find Natalya holding up the box from the bakery where she’d purchased the cheesecake. “Cheating. Tut-tut-tut.”

“You told Aedan about our bet.”

“Truce?” Natalya held out her hand.

Miller shook it with a smile. “Truce.”

“So, did you really wear that ugly robe or did you take pity on the Easter Bunny and give him back his fur?”

Miller threw a towel at her with a laugh. “Bitch.”

***

“So do you believe Callahan when he said he didn’t have anything to do with Arnie’s actions?”

“He swears Arnie acted alone.”

“But do you believe him?”

“I don’t know. I think Callahan has his own agenda. He approached Miller. Told her he believed her mother’s death could be connected to the death of his father and they should feed each other information.”

Aedan raised his eyebrows. “What are you going to do?”

“I had a word with Diego.”

“Diego? Shit. When?”

“Few days ago. He said Callahan has some serious backing in the cartel and not to make a move against him unless he really pushes things. Which he might. But he was going to have a word.”

“Christ.”

“Yeah. Callahan actually apologized for approaching Miller, so Diego must have stuck to his promise.”

“Do you think your father killed Gerard Callahan?”

“It’s entirely possible.” Rogan felt guilty for not telling Aedan about what Sofia had revealed but even though he trusted Aedan implicitly, the more people who knew, the more danger Sofia would be in.

He had promised Aleksandr no one else would discover her secret. That he would protect Sofia. And he would. But he had also made it clear if she remembered anything more, then he would be the first to know. If his father had killed Gerard Callahan, he needed to make plans to deal with the fallout.

Aleksandr had been furious when Rogan and Sofia told him everything that had occurred. Rogan would be surprised if Sofia could move out of his sight until he calmed down. It should only take a year or two.

“So you finally found Lucas’s killer.”

“Yes.” He was gone. Rogan thought he would feel some sort of relief. At last, he’d achieved what he had sworn to do fifteen years ago.

Find the man who’d shot and killed his friend.

But he felt nothing. No relief. No sense of an ending or finality. He’d realized he hadn’t thought much about what he would do with him when he did find him.

“I’m glad you found her,” Aedan told him.

“What?” Rogan asked with confusion.

“Your sanctuary. The person who will give you peace. Miller. She’s your calm in the storm.”

Rogan would never have put it in those words, but Aedan was correct. When he came home to Miller, sense of relief stole over him.

She was his home.

Rogan closed the door as Natalya and Aedan left.

“Finally, I never thought they’d leave,” he said.

She smacked his chest. “They’re our friends!”

“Yes, and they’re welcome here anytime. So long as they don’t come too often or stay too long.”

She laughed. “Didn’t Aedan pretty much live here?”

He gave a mock shudder. “Yes, I was always kicking him out. He never listened to me.”

Running his hand down her back, he squeezed her ass.

“How are you feeling?”

Miller glared up at him. “Uncomfortable. You’re a sadistic man.” She squeezed her ass cheeks together, shocked as a zing of pleasure raced through her. Damn man had made her wear a butt plug all through dinner. There were times when she’d almost tackled him to the floor and had her way with him—screw Natalya and Aedan.

But she’d managed to contain herself. Just.

Rogan swept her up into his arms, holding her close. Miller wrapped her arms around his neck. She loved it when he surprised her with a romantic gesture. He carried her up the stairs to their bedroom.

“Don’t worry, baby. You won’t be uncomfortable for long.”

“Oh no?” She raised her eyebrows. “Do I get a reward for being a good girl?”

He laughed, placing her on his large bed. “I think I can manage that.”

Stepping back, he slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. Riveted, she watched as he revealed his muscular chest. Smooth skin, strong muscles, so much deliciousness she could scarcely remember to breathe. His shirt landed on the floor and he moved his hands to the top of his pants. The slow, confident way he moved only increased her need for him.

“You’re a tease.”

His pants landed on his shirt.

“You weren’t wearing boxers?” He was completely bare. Long legs, trim hips, and his thick, erect cock.

She scooted over to the edge of the bed, reaching out her hand, unable to keep from touching him.

Shaking his head, he stepped back. “No touching until I say so. Stand and take off your dress.”

“No fair. If I’d known you were going commando, I’d have—”

“Joined me?”

“Hell no. What if that damn butt plug had popped out?” How humiliating would that have been? At least, her panties had given her some measure of reassurance her secret was safe from Aedan and Natalya.

She pulled her dress off, throwing it onto the pile of clothes. She’d never thought she’d be so relaxed about being naked. But the way he watched her, as though she was the most important thing in his world, gave her the confidence to do almost anything.

“Now the bra.”

Teasing him now, she moved slowly, undoing the front clasp then peeling off one cup then the other. Her nipples became hard pebbles under his hungry gaze, the erotic satisfaction on his face spiking her own desire.

“Panties.”

She bit her lip. How to do this without risking the plug moving?

“It won’t fall out.” But he extended a hand to her. “Hold onto me.”

Giving him a grateful smile, she slipped her panties down one leg then the other until she stood naked in front of him.

“Well, what now?” she asked.

He grinned. “You still have to ask me that?”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant, are you going to take the plug out?”

“I thought I’d remove the plug while I give you your reward.”

Her breath caught as he closed the space between them, pulling her flush against him. The warmth of his body singed her skin, nerve endings pulsed, and shocks of need jolted her every time her nipples brushed him.

“Rogan,” she breathed.

“I know. I know.” Cupping her face, he kissed her deeply. “Lie back. Ass at the edge of the bed. Legs bent and feet flat on the mattress.”

This position put her completely on show. There was nowhere to hide. But she didn’t need to, not from him.

“Beautiful.” Kneeling on the floor, he slid his tongue between the lips of her pussy. “You’re wet.”

“I’ve been wet all damn evening.”

“Poor baby. Did the plug make you all horny?” He grabbed the base of the plug, turning it, and she gasped.

“Oh yeah, it, your voice, your laugh, your scent, the way you move, even the way you chew, I have it so bad.”

“The way I chew?” He glanced up, startled.

“I know. There’s something seriously wrong with me.”

With a chuckle, he moved to her clit, circling it with his tongue. A pulsing started deep inside her, growing with each stroke of his tongue. He pushed the plug in and out of her hole. Miller gripped the bed cover beneath her, fighting against her orgasm. She wanted this to last, but she’d been on fire for him all night.

The orgasm ambushed her, stealing her away with a rush of warmth. Aftershocks rocked her as he drew the plug from her ass.

She watched through dazed eyes as he stood and grabbed a tube of lube from the bedside table, pouring some onto his hands then rubbing it over his cock.

“Ready for me,
a thasice
?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Rogan positioned himself between her legs then, leaning in, kissed her deeply as he pushed his cock between her ass cheeks.

“Breathe in,” he commanded. “Then let it out slowly.”

As she slowly breathed out, he pushed inside her.

“So damn tight.”

“Tell me about it,” she muttered.

“You doing okay?” he asked, pausing. If she was in any pain, he’d put an end to it.

“Yeah, it just feels a bit odd. But I think I like it.”

Reaching between them, he flicked her clit. “I know how to make you love it.”

Her eyes widened, her breath coming faster. “You sure do.”

“Damn, you feel good. So fucking good.”

“You, too. Move more. Oh hell, yeah.” She bit her lip, her face flushing. She’d never looked more gorgeous.

His balls tightened, pressure building until he knew he was close to exploding. In and out. She surrounded him, enveloped him.

“Please tell me you’re close,” he muttered.

“Come. Come for me, Rogan.” She gripped his ass, holding him tight. “Come.”

He yelled as he exploded inside her. As the first wave of release washed through him, she came around, her ass clenching down on his cock, increasing the wave of pleasure.

Exhausted, he collapsed beside her.

He might never have all the words. He couldn’t always share what was going on in his life. He’d probably smother and frustrate her.

But he would always love her.

“I love you, Rogan,” she whispered.

“So do I,
a thasice
. So do I.”