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Patrick sighed. His best friend Sean had found love, and who was he to keep him from taking advantage of every moment with Kelly? “I don’t blame you for being whipped. I might just be a little jealous.”
He tried not to stare as Kelly cuddled against Sean. They’d planned on closing the Shamrock Lounge down, but it looked like he’d spend the rest of the evening alone, while Sean and Kelly celebrated Â the holiday in each other’s arms. Patrick schooled his features to keep his longing hidden. The last thing he needed was pity. He looked away as Sean leaned over to kiss his girl.
“Hey there, handsome.”
Patrick whipped around at the voice, a sexy purring Â that sent a wave of tingles down his spine. It was her. The girl he’d embarrassed himself over three weeks ago in this very bar. The one he’d grilled every patron of the place asking for more information about. The last time he saw her, he was deep into his Big Dublin–the fishbowl-sized beer that knocked many a man on his knickers–and he still didn’t have his name on a piece of gold in that painted pot. “Molly?”
“Oh, you remember my name?” She winked.
“I remember everything about you.” Patrick took in her dark hair, the faint dusting of freckles across he nose, and her tight green tee shirt. Either she wasn’t wearing a bra under there, or her nipples poked right through. He ignored his cock’s twitch, and continued his perusal down her dark denim jeans–that looked like they’d be hell to peel off–and knee high leather boots with a deadly-looking heel. “You look better than I remembered though.”
She had a gorgeous smile. She’d given him a peek of her dainty pink tongue as she stroked the seam of her lips. “You were pretty drunk that night.”
“Not so drunk that I didn’t miss you when you left.” Just then Patrick noticed that Kelly and Sean had disappeared, but he no longer cared.
“My ride was leaving. I tried to tell you, but you were…busy.”
No longer interested in alcohol, Patrick set his whiskey down, and happily gave up the pool table to the three guys who were just waiting to pounce. He took Molly’s hand in his, and led her to a quieter corner of the lounge, where a fireplace was flickering in a sensuous invitation amid a comfortable seating area. “I’d offer you a ride home, but it seems mine just left.”
Molly didn’t object when he pulled her down on the big overstuffed chair with him. In fact she shifted her body against his, pressing her breasts against his arm. For the second time in a month, Patrick was about to embarrass himself in this bar for this woman. It didn’t help when she leaned in and took his earlobe between her teeth and painted it with her tongue. “Car or not, you could still offer me a ride…”
That’s it for me! You’ll have to use your imagination to finish this story, otherwise we’d be here all day! Thanks for stopping by, I hope you had a great time on our Blog Hop. Good luck in the drawing! I hope to see a bunch of you in the chat room at Gem’s Place on Saturday at 7pm EST. We always have a good time there.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!