Page 40 of Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

You don’t court without intention. Marriage at the end is almost a given.

I realize I’m staring down at her, and that she’s frowning back. I can only imagine it’s because I’m wearing some deadpan expression on my face as I’m lost in my own thoughts.

“Well?” She smiles almost shyly. A rare sight from someone usually so gregarious and confident.

“Well?” I raise a questioning eyebrow at her, even though I know exactly what she’s asking.

“Oh, playing games are we, Dylan O’Connell? You think because you’ve fucked me you can turn into an even cockier asshole.”

I grin at her, then groan when she clenches her pussy around my dick, immediately perking his interest.

“I’ve got no complaints, Jessie.”

“High praise indeed. Then again, you have nothing to compare me to.” She smiles, but she knows what I’m saying. She can read between the lines. That it was out of this world.

“Well?” It’s my turn to ask.

“Well, Jaine did mention you O’Connells have huge cocks and you know exactly what to do with them. Let’s just say she wasn’t lying.”

“That’s maybe too much information about our Paddy.”

“Sharing’s caring.” She chuckles at my grimace.

I push her blonde hair behind her ear. Its soft, silky length slips between my fingers. Our gazes lock, and I feel my soul connecting with hers as it’s done several times before now. Smiling eyes of baby blue gaze up at me. Warm. Caring.

Loving?

“Which MC do you belong to, Jessie?”

“And that question came from out of nowhere.” She laughs out loud. “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”

I frown at her. “Why? Is it a secret?”

She shrugs. “It’s no secret, but our relationship’s a business one so I’m not sure why it’s important.”

“Our relationshipwasbusiness.”

“Friends with benefits including business. How’s that?”

“Better.” I grin at her.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious, I guess. You know a lot about my family, and all we know about you is that you’re from an MC on the west coast.”

“I only know about your business ventures. I don’t know what you boys get up to the rest of the time. It bet there aren’t many you’d admit that to, even though most will suspect.”

“Let’s just say my other commitments are way less than those of my brothers.”

“And mine are way less than those of my siblings.”

We both know we’re talking about killing and the like, but neither of us will admit that aloud. I’m glad we’re similar. That if she has taken lives, there haven’t been many.

“And have you always been so outgoing on the surface?”

She nods. “It was just easier to show a personality that fit the overall visual. To be who everyone expected me to be. I was head cheerleader, dated the quarterback, and lived the high school dream.” She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Not so much of a dream, then?”

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