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“So, that is the infamous Dublin Rogue,” Allison says, holding her pint in front of her mouth to hide her comment. “He’s even hotter in person than he is in the media.”

Geraldine grins. “Is he as hot in private as he seems? I bet he’s one helluva lover, am I right? He’s got all the right moves, doesn’t he?”

A flush of heat rises to my cheeks as I think of Tag behind closed doors—his strength, his complexity, and the unexpected tenderness he’s shown me. “All the moves and more, ladies.”

Allison groans. “I knew it. What about his brothers? Are any of them single?”

I laugh. “Patrick will chain you girls up and disown me if I ever set you up with the brothers. He’s already out of his mind because I’m with Tag.”

“Patrick is a worrier,” Geraldine says.

“And he’s not the boss of us,” Allison adds.

And while I’m all for women living their own lives, I’m not sure my sweet, country cousins would survive the realities of loving a Quinn.

I meet Tag’s gaze across the room and bite my bottom lip. The heat in his gaze is still burning and I know we won’t get five miles down the road before he’ll be pulling over to get inside me.

What possessed me to tell him I love him for the first time here, when we’re both stuck being proper and the center of attention?

I send him a sultry smile and pull out my phone:

You need to stop eye-fucking me or I’m going to embarrass us both.

A moment later, Tag’s response pings back:

If it weren’t for the disapproval of your family, I’d be fucking you on the billiards table right now and wouldn’t be embarrassed at all.

I get my thumbs moving:

Time to wrap things up. I’m going to combust.

He arches a brow at me and my phone pings:

Get ready to be thoroughly fucked.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Tag

Laine thanks everyone for joining her for the day and the two of us make quick work of getting to the truck and getting on the road.

“I wondered about us taking a room in a local inn,” Laine says, the moment we pass the Brittas Bay town sign.

“It’s a small town. Word that Tag Quinn grabbed a room will spread and when the innkeeper adds I had you crying my name all night, it will be embarrassing for your family.”

She laughs. “You’re awfully cocky, Tag Quinn. Maybe I’d have you screaming my name all night.”

It’s certainly a possibility.

I take a left off the coastal road and hit the gas, gunning it to get away from civilization. The afternoon sun is burning orange on the horizon and I’m searching for a place to stop when the click of Laine’s seatbelt draws my attention.

“What are you up to?”

She waggles her brow and reaches across the console, unbuckling my belt and opening the front of my slacks. “Don’t mind me. I’m just going to amuse myself while you get us somewhere private.”

I’m about to tell her how unsafe it is for her to be stretched across the front seats when she parts her lips over the head of my cock and sucks me into her hot mouth. “Fucking hell, Laine!”

I suck in a breath and lift my foot off the gas, slowing the truck to a crawl as her cheeks hollow and her head bobs.

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