3. Emily
I couldn’t believethe guy I was just touching myself to now had his arm around me, calling me his girl, and was leading me to a small room off the bar.
I should have been worried about him, a practical stranger taking me, but Liam wasn’t a stranger.
He was my brother’s flatmate. Teammate. And the current star of my fantasies.
“This is what we call a snug,” he said, opening the door to the small room, which wasn’t much bigger than the dark wooden booth inside.
When he closed the door behind us, a faint light trickled down from a stained-glass lamp hanging over us, barely illuminating his handsome face as he took a seat.
I quickly took the one across from his and took a long drink of my orange soda, wrapping my hands around the glass to keep them from shaking.
Boys never looked at me in high school, and now this wasn’t a boy but a full-grown man—over ten years older than me if his bio online was right.
“So…what is a snug usually for?” I asked, looking up at the ornate wood carvings on the wall.
He laughed, a husky sound that still had a hint of his Irish accent somehow in it.
Gosh, it was sexy.
“Well, back in the day, this used to be where people would pay extra for meetings.”
“Meetings?” I asked, trying to keep the nervous squeak out of my voice.
He nodded. “Politicians or people trying to make backroom deals.”
The smile broadened on his face as a dimple popped out on his cheek. “Or for people to sneak off and shag.”
I almost choked on my drink, coughing hard and slamming my fist on my chest as tears welled in my eyes.
“Are you okay?” he slid across the bench, put his hand on my back, and rubbed in small circles.
I sucked in a deep breath. “Yeah, sorry, I guess you just took me a little off guard with your words.”
He laughed; this time, his whole body rumbled against mine. “This comes from the woman who was touching herself to my picture.”
My cheeks flamed as I looked down at my drink. “I was not.”
His rough fingertips went to my chin, forcing me to meet his dark gaze.
They felt even better than I imagined against my soft skin and the hooded look in his eyes, holy shit, if my panties weren’t already wet, they were soaked just from that look.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Mo ghra.”
I didn’t know what the term meant, but when it rolled off his tongue, I had to hold back a gasp, wanting to be closer to his lips as he uttered those words.
“I just wish it could have been me helping you out instead,” he said, his free hand trailing down my arm, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touched.
“I’ve never had someone touch me like that,” I blurted, immediately regretting the words as he looked at me, blinking hard.
“What do you mean?” he asked through clenched teeth.
Oh shit, I’d somehow pissed him off.
I sighed, trying to put some space between us as I grabbed my soda and took a long sip, clearing my throat.
“I mean…I haven’t been with anyone. No more than some sloppy kisses in middle school.”
“Never been with anyone…you’re…?” His words stalled.
My whole face heated, and I kept my eyes trained on the glass so I wouldn’t have to look up at him.
Gosh, this was embarrassing. Now, he was definitely going to want nothing to do with me.
“Yes, I’m a virgin.”
“Fuck me,” he groaned, his head hitting the back of the booth.
I snorted but covered up the unladylike move with a cough before looking up to see his eyes closed, his fists now clenched at his side.
“Um, well, you see, I just said I haven’t done that before.”
“And that’s why I’m trying so hard not to kiss you right now. To be the one to mark you first as mine and take your sweet innocence,” he practically growled.
I’d never had any man, well, anyone, say those words to me, and the possessive growly tone had my stomach doing all sorts of flip-flops.
“Then why aren’t you kissing me?” I asked, leaning closer so my breath was a whisper on his lips.
He didn’t waste any time, cupping my cheeks and bringing my mouth to his.
His breath tasted like mint and the orange soda we were drinking and something else that was uniquely Liam. Something I wanted to bottle up and keep the memory of forever.
Sighing into his lips, he took that moment to tease me with just a swipe of his tongue and then another.
A guttural moan I didn’t expect escaped my throat, and he growled in return, his hands gripping tighter onto my cheeks.
I slid closer to him, our knees touching, but I wanted so much more. My thighs ached as I kept pressing them together, desperate for some friction.
“Is this okay?” he asked, whispering into my ear as his hands slid down the front of my shirt, my nipples pebbling at the soft touch, even through my top.
“Yes,” I managed to sigh, closing my eyes and relishing in the feel of him.
“What about this?” His fingers barely skimmed over my jean-covered pussy, and I instinctively bucked my hips forward, wanting more.
He laughed, the sound vibrating off my shoulder and tickling the hairs on the back of my neck.
“Someone is greedy.”
He pressed his palm flat against my pussy, using his free hand to spread my legs. “But I’m not going to take you here. You deserve better than that for your first time. If I’m going to take you, it’ll be in my bed, and I won”t stop until your come is all over my dick and you’re screaming my name.”
I moaned, pushing myself further into his hand.
He groaned, tilting his head back against the wooden wall. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you do that for me.”
I wanted to push him for more, to slide his hand down my pants so he could feel exactly what he was doing to me.
Then, a knock at the door had me gasping and jumping to the other side of the booth as if our bodies were on fire, and I had to get away as soon as possible.
“No fecking in the snug unless you’re going to pay extra,” a deep voice bellowed.
I heard more rumblings of voices outside, and they got louder and louder, all mixing together.
“Is that Liam McCarthy in there? With another girl? Who is this week’s conquest?”
I heard the shrill female voice loud and clear, and my heart sank at the words.
Then another voice popped up, louder than the rest, with a very thick Irish accent, but I heard her words clearly.
“Liam McCarthy is having a quiet moment with his fiancée, and if you don’t like it, well, you shouldn’t be here anyway, so get your arse back on the street where it belongs.”
My eyes widened as I looked from the door to Liam.
This week’s conquest?
Another girl?
HIS FIANCEE?