Page 165 of Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

St. Peter’s means a lot to me too. It’s one of our family staples. But I’m not so bothered where I take the vows. Just so long as I’m taking them with Jessie and we’re taking them soon. Knowing my ma and da, we’ll have to relive the experience same as our Cill and Sarah had to. Then again, since I’m the Duster no one can ever remember the name of, maybe not.

I can live in hope.

So, we’re on our way to Nevada to get wed. Unfortunately for Jessie, Bailey didn’t want to risk flying since she’s newly pregnant.

In the absence of her baby sister, Jessie asked Sarah to act as a bridesmaid. Sarah was delighted to accept.

My best man is and always will be our Paddy, but he’s not able to step up. Ace will be in Nevada so he can live-stream the nuptials to Jaine.

Apparently, she’s not able to attend as she’s out of town on business. Something Jessie’s been sworn to secrecy over, and her life threatened should she dare reveal who her business partner is meeting.

It’s too much risk Paddy being there. Jaine’s right. Their next communication needs to be verbal, and it needs to be face to face.

So, our Cillian is acting best man. As soon as we boarded, he and Sarah made straight for the bedroom because every opportunity is a baby-making one for them these days. I get it now. If I have my way, Jessie O’Brien will quickly be joining her sister in the pregnancy club.

The thought of her flat belly rounded with my offspring is now something I’m desperate to witness. I know I sound like a neanderthal, but I want to possess every part of her. I want the world to know she’s mine, and what better way than for her to carry my seed?

“What an elaborate set-up.”

She’s got Jaine on handsfree and has been giving her the third degree.

“So, who was in on it?” Jessie’s currently wriggling around on my lap. She could sit still if she wanted. She could even have a seat all of her own as there’s plenty spare. She’s doing it deliberately. This is payback for the part I played in this so-called set-up. My dick’s rock hard, and she knows it. She also knows I won’t touch her now until we’re wed.

Abstinence.

Even if only for a few short hours. It’s why I was so quick to give up the bedroom to our Cill. Remove the temptation that is Jessie O’Brien’s perfect pussy for as long as I can. But if she keeps grinding that backside of hers on my dick, I’m going to flip her over and fuck her on this seat.

“Now that would be telling.”

“I’ll get it out of you eventually.”

“You can try.” Jaine laughs.

“Are you all set for tomorrow, partner?”

“As prepared as I’ll ever be. And on that note, I need to go.”

“Let me know how you get on.”

“You’ll be the second to know.”

“And who takes priority over me?”

“Jason Steele.”

Jessie snickers. “Ah, okay. I’ll let him. But just this once.”

“Well, that sure is kind of you. Now, I suggest you get some sleep.”

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“Dyl.”

“Paddy.” I’m in the same seat but it’s reclined now. Jessie took pity on me. In the end, she gave up inflicting punishment on my dick and took a seat of her own. A seat on which she’s currently fast asleep.

No snoring. No drooling. Even in her sleep, she’s fucking perfect.

“I like how you get down on bended knee, and the moment she says yes, you and Cill are off like greyhounds out of a trap leaving the rest of us to hold the fort with your guests.”

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