“Yes, he will. He keeps tabs on his inventory.”
He pulls his wallet out, fingering through the bills and slaps a fifty on the counter. “Happy?”
I shake my head. “A little.”
“You’ll be feeling good soon.” He steps behind the bar I work at for his father and grabs a couple of bottles.
I swore I would never drink again but Killian is being fun, and I don’t want to run him off or put him in another sour m
ood. I’m pathetic. Putting a shot glass in front of me he fills it with liquor and Red Bull and pours one for himself.
“Drink up.”
I’m a complete chicken, pinching my nose as I toss the drink back. It slides down my throat smoothly “What is that?”
“It’s called a Jäger bomb.”
“Tastes like cotton candy kinda. Pour me another.”
“I think I misjudged you.”
“I’m not a complete prude.” I grin and toss back my next shot. “We need some music.” I get up from my stool and go over to the jukebox. It rarely gets used and all the songs on it are older. It doesn’t take money it only needs plugged in. The neon lights glow in the dark room. Pour Some Sugar on Me, by Def Leppard starts up.
Killian is watching me intently. When it’s just the two of us everything in the world feels right. Swaying my hips side to side, I make a come here motion, crooking my finger at him. He shakes his head. “Don’t be a party pooper. You wanted me in action now you have me.” I grab the liquor bottle and chug.
His hand wraps around mine, jerking the bottle way. “Easy now. I don’t want you to get sick.”
“You had to wash puke out of my hair once.” I smirk and jab him in the cheek with my nail. The music continues to play, and I grow warm and tingly all over. Moving up on my knees on the dark leather and wooden stool I climb onto the bar and wobble when I try to stand up.
“What the hell are you doing? Get down before you hurt yourself. Jesus, Liri.”
“You ever watched Coyote Ugly?” I wrap my arm around one of the support beams on the end and twirl.
“No.”
“You should.” I do my best impression of the bartenders dancing on the bar from the movie and laugh. I gyrate my hips and shake my ass probably looking like an idiot, but the liquor is coursing through my veins and giving me liquid courage.
Killian shakes his head and comes to a stop in front of me. “Come on, wild thing.” I squat down and nearly fall into him, but he grabs my shoulders and steadies me. I stare deeply in his eyes searching for the man I love, but I don’t find him there. I close my eyes and lick my lips.
Killian slides an arm under my ass and my arms cradle his neck. He lifts me from the bar, and I gape at him feeling a bit dizzy. He puts me on my feet, but I don’t let go of him. “Dance with me.” I hiccup.
“I don’t dance.”
I get up in his face. “You dance with me.” I twist, turning my back to him and rub my ass over his crotch. “You said you wanted to have fun.” I sway my hips and continue to rub against him.
Eventually he gives in. Hands on my hips, we move to the music slower than the tempo. Rolling my head back I gaze up at the wooden beams of the ceiling. The hands I have felt touch me countless times slide up and down my sides and his lips meet my neck. Lips parting, I let out a moan loving the way his mouth feels on me.
“You’re dangerous, Liri.” Dragging his lips up my neck to my jaw, he teases me.
“Why’s that?” My gaze roams back to him.
“Because you’re addictive and all I can think about. I hate it. Sometimes I think I hate you, and I feel guilty because that doesn’t seem fair of me when you say you love me all the time.”
“You love me too, Killian. You feel it…I know you do, and it scares the shit out of you. I won’t go anywhere until you give me reason to.”
I kiss the corner of his mouth and step away from him. I want him to grab me and pull me back, but he lets me go.
“I told you I’m no good. I can’t be what you want.” His gaze locks on mine, and I know he believes that, but I know better. He’s shown me better. Killian has good in him. He tries to fight it and hide it, but I know the real him. I see past the mood swings and outbursts he puts on for the rest of the world, but he can’t hide from me.