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“Give me your cum,” I groan. “You’re so close.”

“I’m…Arran, it’s going to be so messy.”

“Good. I want to have to change my fucking sheets later.” I begin twisting my fingers as I push them inside her and she mewls as her back rises from the mattress. “I want to be tasting you in my beard tomorrow, baby girl. Let’s go. Gimme.”

I tease her until she’s out of her mind with desire and then I keep going.

“Oh God, fuck, ah!”

“I’ll take Daddy over God too,” I growl without thinking, gasping as she screams, gushing all over my face as she squirts.

Her legs drop to either side of me as she deflates while I peek up to see if she’s still with me. Isla is breathing hard but very much conscious. Her fingers pull me up to join her when her phone buzzes and she freezes.

Without pausing, I grab my shirt from the floor and help her into it, before searching for her phone. Her taser is tucked into a pocket and my lips twitch as I hand the phone to her.

Sorry, she mouths before answering.

“Hi, Emil. How is Zayn?”

My brows furrow because she calls her grandfather by his first name, but I snuggle against the pillow with her and use my shirt to clean my face.

“Yes, I’m doing fine. No, I don’t need to be rescued. Mmhmm. Emil.”

For someone who just had her world turned upside down by an orgasm, her voice is as wrecked as you’d expect it to be. I wince as I hear her labored breathing, my hand moving over her side slowly. Her grandfather either thinks she ran a marathon, or has some semblance of an idea as to what’s happening over here.

“Why would you need to be rescued?” I ask, suddenly confused. She says she doesn’t date, but surely the dating pool for women can’t be that terrible.

Then again, I’ve only been engaging with one night stands, so I may not be the best person to gauge this with.

Isla rolls her eyes and presses a button, stating, “You’re on speaker now.”

“Ha. Wonderful. Hello, Arran.”

The man’s voice on the other end of the phone is accented and cultured. I glance at Isla because she doesn’t look Latina, but that doesn’t mean she couldn’t be.

“Hello, sir.”

“I ran a background check on you during your first date, and that’s the only reason my granddaughter agreed to go out with you,” he says. “She is very important to me.”

“Funny, I was just thinking the same,” I drawl, hauling Isla into my lap. “I have been head over heels for Isla since she walked into my tattoo shop. I’m not someone who fucks over a single mom, sir. My intentions are honorable.”

“Mmhmm. And yet she sounds as if she ran a marathon.”

“Abulelo!” she hisses. “Basta.”

Well, maybe I was wrong.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m in trouble now. Isla, you’re a twenty-four year old woman. Enjoy yourself. Let me make sure you’re safe. I’ll bury the bodies and never think twice about it.”

Isla peeks up at me as she presses her face to my chest, and I realize he’s dead serious. Well then.

“No wonder Magnus didn’t scare you,” I murmur.

“My mom is scarier than he is,” she shrugs. I bark out a laugh, shaking my head because I believe her.

“Lili learned everything she knows from me. Of course she’s a pretty little nightmare,” Emil grunts. “Zayn is asleep and will want to know about your date. I suggest you make something up.”

My chest shakes with silent laughter, which changes to a gasp when Isla bites me.