Page 54 of Dublin Devil

“Then off you go. They’re to be taken morning and night. It won’t be morning much longer.”

I bite my bottom lip. “And what if I don’t do as I’m told, Mr. Quinn?”

He sets his fork onto his plate and his plate on the bed beside his leg. “If we weren’t injured, I’d show you, but since neither of us are up for any Dom discipline, I’ll have to use emotional blackmail and refuse to eat.”

I meet his stubborn smirk and chuckle. “Seriously? You’re calling a hunger strike if I don’t do as I’m told?”

Sean winks. “Be a good girl and humor me. I promise, I’ll reward you for good behavior.”

The electrical charge in the air between us crackles with sexual energy. And just like that, I’m ready to melt into a horny puddle. Until I take in the freshly changed bandages wrapping his torso.

“You’re in no shape to make promises, Mr. Quinn.”

He lowers the sheets, exposing his black boxers and how the cotton knit is straining to contain his stiff cock. “What’s that, kitten?”

I shake my head. “There is no way Doc Kelvin would approve of us having sex with you like this.”

Sean runs his thumbs under the elastic waistband and pulls the front of his boxers down to spring his cock free. “Never count me out of the game. Around you, I am always ready and willing. Now, go grab your pain pills. The sooner I see you take one, the sooner we can move from pain to pleasure.”

It’s emotional blackmail, but it’s effective because before I can think of all the reasons it’s a bad idea for us to have sex in his family home and in his condition, I’m rushing toward the hall to get my bottle of painkillers.

“That’s my good girl.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Sean

If I have to be sidelined and stuck in bed, I can’t think of a better way to pass the time than playing house with Piper. Last night, when Tag told her about Ryan’s death, she pulled her hand from mine and withdrew.

I thought I’d lost her.

Thankfully, a night’s sleep has tempered her hurt with the reality that it was him or me.‘I don’t blame you or Tag for fighting to be the ones to survive.’

Her words chip away some of my sharp edges. How did I end up on the winning side? I didn’t expect it, but I also won’t question it.

No. For whatever time I get to have Piper in my life, I’ll be greedy and enjoy every moment.

My phone buzzes with another notification, but I don’t look at it. The MC has been blowing up my cell since four a.m. and there’s nothing I can do about it.

If I could get out of bed—I would.

If I could ride to the burning warehouses and help clear out the contents—I would.

But all I could do was phone Tag in the bedroom down the hall and tell him either the McGuires, the Russians, or maybe the Campbells came after.

How did we end up with so many enemies all of a sudden? However it happened, three Quinn warehouses were mysteriously torched the night we killed one of the McGuire boys.

It doesn’t take any stretch of the imagination to guess who lit the match. If there were something I could do—I would. Since there’s not, I intend to distract myself.

Before Piper gets back, I tilt to one side, pull my underwear off my ass and then tilt to the other side to get rid of them.

Fuck, that hurts.

Which is why I have to get it done and be smiling by the time Piper gets back. It takes a couple of tries and a great deal of cursing in my head, but I get them down my thighs.

She can take it from there.

Piper shuffles back in and lifts the orange pill bottle in the air. “Mission accomplished. Did you miss me?”

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