“We talkin’ dirty? Here, look…” She picked up a dripping burrito and opened that sexy mouth as wide as it’d go, sliding it past her red lips. I know I’m showing off a wad of half-chewed Mexican food right now, gawking at her every move. She licked her lips, and fuck if it wasn’t the slowest I’ve ever seen her do it. Then she sucked the end of her thumb clean.
“You gorgeous fuckin’ savage. That was hateful.”
My eyes followed everything that went down that pale throat, and I swallowed with her, imagining all the ways I’m gonna make her do it later. Her freshly manicured hand reached out as she got up and rounded the table.
“Dance with me.”
I couldn’t help myself for a minute. My mind went back to every night I spent at a computer for Callum. Every night I spent alone in my little cave at the House of Byrne. To secret looks, and mornings I damned myself for sleeping with the boss’s daughter. To every time I had to catch myself and not say a word when I knew she’d been with anyone other than me.
Those days are long gone.
There’s nobody here to judge. Nobody left to tell us not to, or arranged marriages for the greater good to take her away from me the way Shavonn was taken from Mal. No death sentences.No lines to cross. Just me and this firecracker psychopath that makes me wanna be a better man.
And thanks to Simon last month…a psychopath that doesn’t have some other fuck’s last name anymore.
I wiped my mouth with a linen and scooted my chair back, taking her tiny hand and leading her onto the crowded dance floor. I couldn’t help but look at her like some priceless thing, even when I know what she really is underneath.
She’s a priceless thingbecauseof who she is underneath. And she’smine.
My palms settled on her sides and she moved her hips, that short red dress barely covering the swell of her ass. Her fingernails grazed the nape of my neck and she got closer, pressing the inside of her thigh to the outside of mine. I grinned. I know exactly what she’s trying to do. Bridget pulled my hair tie out, throwing it to the ground and I let my waves fall into my face, moving with her to the music and getting lost in this fire she’s set between us. I don’t know Latin dance moves. I only know the worst Irish ones. I’ve never been good at this, but it’s a good thing she couldn’t fucking care less. We got spicy, smiling until it hurt, laughing at each other…kissing occasionally and making complete asses of ourselves.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Bridget grinned, gesturing towards the DJ when the band took their break.‘Buttons’by The Pussycat Dolls started playing full blast and…I can’t be held responsible for anything right now. I told you…it’s a bop.
“YESSSS!”I screamed, raising my arms and rolling my hips.
We got handed one drink after another, and at some point, I’d switched to Mexican beer. They do ale just as good as we do. I spotted Simon, dancing with that waitress that was twice his size, and raised my beer to him when he threw his hands up and motorboated her round ass as it shook in his face.
“Fuck it up, Simon!” Bridget wailed, raising her own glass.
Somebody threw a huge sombrero on top of my head and Bridget squealed, laughing and turning herself around to grind on me. I’ve never had so much fun.
Scratch that—I’veneverhad fun.
But fuck if I couldn’t get used to a lifetime of this.
We burst into our room, drunk off our asses and laughing like fools. I immediately started coming out of my button-up, which I ripped at some point during our wild night. I went to take the sombrero off, and Bridget caught me by the elbow.
“Nope. Leave that.”
I turned slowly to face her…and she’s got that smoldering‘I’m about to get my fucking way’look. The one no boner can survive. But there’s a devious little edge to it—no…no, that’s just the edge of her pretty mouth…curling in mischief.
“I look fuckin’ stupid,” I slurred.
“Not yet you don’t.” She traced the waist of my jeans and unbuckled my belt first…then popped the button. I watched her while she slowly worked to get my pants down and shivered when she made a pit stop on her way back up, licking up the underside of my aching cock, and kissing it before standing and backing up to give me a onceover. “Now you do,” she giggled.
“I’m about to tear your arse apart.” I reached for my beer, taking a heavy swallow and when I lowered my head…she’d dropped that little red dress to the floor.
“I swear, Irish men wouldn’t know patience if it sat on their dick.”
Or…Ithinkthat’s what she said. Goddamn, she’s fine. Tan lines smoothed across that pale skin. Tits perked in the chill of the room. Sun-kissed cheeks glowing with that sultry smile. Copper-red hair curling over a nipple. I’ll never stop having a fucking need to eat her alive.
“You could sit on myfaceinstead, lass…”
Bridget snorted. “Not with that UFO on your head. You look like a—satellite dish.” She burst out laughing, stumbling over her dress in her red heels and startled me in my stupor when she snatched my beer. “Mind if I have it?”
I shrugged, feeling the need to double check that our curtain was pulled closed at the sliding glass door. I’m two leagues past what society considers a normal guy…and I still don’t think I’ve ever felt this stupid. Bridget clacked over to the bed, chugging the last of my beer and…
…and I think I’m sloshed…or she’s deep-throating the neck of that fucking bottle.
