by Meghan Quinn
There was a loud slap that echoed across the pub followed by Bradon’s little prissy girl storming off. Fiona surprisingly wasn’t shocked. Bradon got slapped at least once on a weekly basis. He could be such a pig. He shrugged off the slap and sat next to Fiona and Tipper. Tipper wasn’t talking much, she was enjoying the sour cream apple pie Mary Margaret was famous for.
“Stuffing your face again I see.” Bradon said while nodding toward Tipper.
Tipper looked up at him with a mouth full of pie, she chewed it quickly and swallowed. “I see that hooker over there finally realized you are cheap and was only going to pay for a partial blow job when you wanted the full, ball cupping included.”
“You would know how painful that kind of loss of money is since you used to hook the streets all the time.” Bradon countered.
Ugh, “Here we go” Fiona thought. Bradon and Tipper were like water and oil, they didn’t mix well together and no one even tried to get them to like each other. She should have seen this coming, whenever they were in the same room they always ended up fighting.
“Have you gotten checked for STD’s this week? Lord knows you probably contracted about five different types just looking at that hooker.”
Bradon leaned forward and snagged the crust of her pie, making Tipper gasp. “I can’t believe out of everyone, you are jealous that I was here with a hot chick. I thought you got over that crush you had for me years ago.”
Tipper guffawed. “In your dreams man-whore. First off, never in my life have I ever had a crush on you. Secondly, I would never be jealous of a girl being with you because frankly I don’t prefer pencil dicks.”
Fiona chuckled after that comment, Bradon fumed. “You want me to whip it out right now.”
“Spare us your embarrassment.” Tipper said while waving him off.
Bradon went over to Tipper and stood right in front of her, setting her off her game slightly, Fiona could see it in her eyes. Bradon grabbed her hand and pushed it against his crotch. Tipper ripped her hand away from him as if he just stuck her hand in a bucket full of acid.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” She asked.
“Showing you what a real man is actually like since you’ve never been with one.” Tipper was about to say something when he cut her off. “That twig and berries, Neal, doesn’t count. We all saw him in the locker room, he wasn’t packing anything special. Just admit it, you have never been with a man because no one good enough want’s to touch you with a ten foot pole.”
Ouch, Bradon went a little far that time. Bradon and Tipper never got along and always fought whenever they were around each other, but Bradon was being a little crueler than usual. Maybe the idea that he actually wasn’t going to get any tonight since his date walked out on him was finally starting to settle and he was taking it out on Tipper.
“Is that right?” Tipper asked as she tossed her napkin on her plate and stood up next to Bradon, only centimeters separating them. “That’s not what you were thinking at Halloween. According to everyone at the party, I was your bang of choice. And if no man would ever touch me with a ten foot pole, according to your equation, that would make you…a boy.” She flicked his crotch with her fingers causing him to bend over slightly in pain. She turned to Fiona’s parents and said, “Mr. and Mrs. O’Leary, thank you so much for having me over, it’s been lovely.”
“Lassie, tis’ always a divine pleasure when ye around.”
“Thank you.” She turned to Bradon studying him as he caught his breath from being whacked in his most private of areas. “Don’t mess with me O’Leary.” With that she gave Fiona a hug good bye and left. Fiona wondered if Tipper and Bradon would ever get along.
Frankly the thought slipped her mind as her sexy blonde hunk walked toward her. He leaned down and planted a long and very intimate kiss on her mouth causing her toes to curl.
When he pulled away he said, “Hey gorgeous. I feel like I haven’t seen you all night.”
“I know. You’ve been ignoring me the whole time we’ve been here.” She chased her comment with a pout of her lips.
He sat down next to her and pulled her on his lap. “Believe me, I haven’t been ignoring you. You have been on my mind all night, especially in that low cut shirt.”
Fiona looked down at her shirt that she thought was a respectable cowl neck but was shocked to see the neckline slipped down throughout the night and now gave everyone at dinner a delightful display of her cleavage. She quickly fixed her shirt as she felt her face turn red.
“Damn you are so cute.” She knew he was thinking that because he could see her red blush taking claim on her cheeks.
She patted her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Ugh, I hate my damn cheeks.”
He pulled her hands away. “I love them.” He kissed her lightly on the lips as he massaged her thigh with his big hand. Her whole body turned into molten lava, she needed to get everyone out of the pub…now.
She stood up and announced she was tired and unless everyone wanted to clean up the mess by themselves they better hurry up and help clean and then leave. She was pretty sure her family got the point she was trying to make because half an hour later she was saying good bye to everyone. Finn and Blaire were going to Blaire’s cabin tonight so they were heading out as well.
Once Fiona locked up, she turned and found Booker holding out his hand for her. She grabbed it as he pulled her into his chest.
“Are you ready for some cuddle time?” He asked while kissing the top of her head.
“Actually, I had other plans.”
Booker pulled away and looked her in the eyes. “What kind of things?”
Fiona ran her finger up his chest and said, “I think you know what kind of things.” She started to lead him up the stairs to her apartment. They were still holding hands but he was trailing behind her.
“Maybe you can just tell me, so I’m not confused.”
She stopped on one step above his and came face to face with him since she was so much shorter than him. “How about I throw on something a little more revealing than this top and we have some fun.”
He brushed his hand over her cheek. “Babe, I only want to do this if you are fully ready.”
This was it, she was just going to confess her feelings for him. She was almost positive he felt the same way as she did but she still couldn’t be sure. That was why she thought her stomach was going to pound through her chest and fall down the stairs like a bloody slinky.
She looked him in the eyes and said, “I know I’m fully ready. These last couple of weeks have really been amazing and I think we have more of a connection than I have ever had with someone else. I’m ready to take our relationship farther…” She paused, she couldn’t quite get the words out.
She was looking down and twiddling with her fingers when he lifted her chin so her eyes met his beautiful blue ones. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips and whispered, “I love you, Fiona.”
She felt like her eyes popped out of her head with those four little words. She could sense he felt the same way but once he actually confessed his feelings, she couldn’t believe it. She just stared at him in shock.
He shuffled in place and said, “Uh, please say something. I’m sorry if…” She stopped him by placing her fingers on his mouth.
“I love you too, Booker.” She watched his composure completely deflate like he was holding his breath the entire time they had been dating. She had an over-whelming sense of happiness wash over her as Booker’s movie-star grin spread across his face and swept her up in his arms.
“I can’t tell you how great it is to hear you say those words to me.”
She kissed him and said, “Me too.”
***
Finn was opening his car door for Blaire when Murphy approached him from the alley, slightly startling Finn. Murphy didn’t look good, his hair was a mess, his clothes were rumpled and he looked like he didn’t get an ounce of sleep in weeks, indicated by the dark circles under his eyes.
Finn shut his car door and wrapped his arm around Blaire’s waist, hoping the conversation with Murphy wasn’t going to be too long since he wanted to get Blaire back to her place, in bed and naked.
Finn stuck his hand out and shook Murphy’s hand. “Hey Murphy, Happy Thanksgiving.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, Finn me boy.” Finn watched Murphy eye Blaire up and down, soaking in every last inch of her gorgeous body making Finn’s fist start to itch. “Who’s this little lassie?”
“This is Blaire, I believe you met at the ski shop the other day.”
Murphy took Blaire’s hand and planted a kiss on the back of her it, causing Finn to squirm in his shoes. If Murphy went any further he was going to have to pummel his ass for touching his woman.
“Aye, that’s right. Ya were the wee blonde we set up with gear. How did it turn out?”
Blaire was all of a sudden extremely shy in Murphy’s presence, causing Finn to question if Blaire was shy because she was attracted to Murphy or if she was uncomfortable from Murphy’s blatant perusal of her body. Who was he kidding of course she was attracted to Murphy. There wasn’t a woman on earth who didn’t find Murphy drop-your-panties attractive.
She looked up from under her lashes and said, “Uh, we will find out tomorrow.”
Murphy looked at Finn. “She’s a pretty thing, how the hell did ya end up snagging her?”
Finn’s blood was already boiling, he didn’t need to justify his reasoning of being with Blaire to the hunky Irishman especially since he didn’t know how he actually snagged Blaire. He was just in the right place at the right time, that was the only reasoning he could come up with.
Finn changed the subject. “What’s up Murph, why are you here right now?”
A smile spread across Murphy’s face. “I actually was concerned about ye sister, since she’s dating that Sheila and all.”
Finn felt Blaire stiffen next to him. She probably didn’t want to hear someone talking bad about her brother. “Fiona is happy Murph. I think it’s about time you let her go.”
The smile he was sporting just a couple of seconds ago instantly vanished and malice replaced it. “Does she even know who she’s dating?”
“Of course she does.”
“Are you sure about that? I wouldn’t want to see her get hurt.” Murphy warned.
“Booker and Fiona are very much happy right now, the only way she’s going to get hurt is if you try to step in and interrupt things. Drop it Murph and move on, Fiona has.”
Murphy stepped closer, right next to Finn’s ear so he was the only one who could hear his next comment. “Tell that Hollywood boy to watch his back, I know who he really is and it’s about time the cat was let out of the bag.” Murphy blew past Finn knocking into his shoulder sending Blaire against the car.
Finn was about to chase after Murphy to show him that was no way to treat a lady when Blaire stopped him. “Don’t Finn, it’s not worth it. Let’s just get back to the cabin.”
Finn was so furious, what the hell was Murphy talking about. “What is your brother hiding?” Fin practically spat out.
Blaire looked at him with wide eyes and tried looking away but Finn didn’t allow her. “Blaire, look at me. What do you and Murphy know.” Then a sudden wave of nausea hit him, was Blaire in on something with Murphy? With the way she reacted around him just now and then prevented him from chasing after Murphy, led Finn to believe there might be something between the two. “Are you involved with Murphy or something?”
Pure outrage passed through Blaire’s face and then her hand met his face in a loud slap. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing.”
The pain from her slap didn’t even register in Finn’s mind. “Tell me I’m wrong. The first time you are shy since I’ve met you is around him and now you are acting like you know something that both him and you know. As if you have been communicating behind my back.”
“You’re a giant ass, Finn. The reason why I’m ‘shy’ as you say is because I don’t like the man. He came onto me in his shop and frankly he pours on the charm a little too much for me, he gives me the creeps. And contrary to what you like to believe, for some odd reason I like you and would never betray you like that.”
Damn. “Then what the hell is he talking about?”
“To hell if I know. You should have asked him.” Blaire took off toward the street and started walking in the direction of The Sleeping Potato.
Finn chased after her and pulled her arm to stop her and turn her around so she was facing him. “Where are you going?”
“I’m walking home. I’m not going to be with someone who doesn’t trust me and thinks I’m off gallivanting behind his back.”
“Can you blame me with the way you threw yourself at me the first time we met?” The moment the words left his mouth, he wanted to instantly press the rewind button and get them back. She didn’t say anything, the hurt in her eyes spoke all the words he needed. He ran his hand through his hair and exhaled. “Jesus, Blaire I’m so sorry. I don’t know where that came from. I hope you know that’s not really how I feel about you.”
“Clearly it is.” She took off for the road again and called over her shoulder, “Leave me the fuck alone, Finn.”
To hell he was. “Blaire, please. I’m sorry, I’m such an idiot.” No wonder he hadn’t been in a serious relationship in a while, he always blew it with his big mouth.
She whipped around to face him, tears were pouring from her eyes. His heart sank and he wished he could kick himself in the mouth for causing her such pain.
“You have no idea what your distrust in me does to me Finn. I thought you were different than any other guy I have dated, but you are just like the rest of them; jealous fools.” She shivered from the cold air and walked toward the car. “If it wasn’t so damn cold out I would walk home but I can barely make it a couple more feet. Please take me back to my cabin.”
Finn conceded and drove her to her cabin in complete silence. How the hell was he going to fix this with Blaire? He needed to find a way and he needed to find a way quick or he was going to lose her. Not that he wasn’t already going to lose her. Wasn’t he the one who warned Fiona not to fall for a tourist, they only end up breaking your heart in the end. Maybe this was for the best, maybe he should just let her go now before she was the one who left him for a better place.
He thought about that possibility for a moment and couldn’t jump on board. He was falling for Blaire and there was no way he could let her go without a fight.
***
Booker waited in Fiona’s bedroom as she changed. She had been in the bathroom for a little longer than he wanted. He already was hard, he had been hard for the past couple of weeks as he waited for Fiona to be ready. Even though it was difficult for his southern friend to wait, he actually enjoyed the time of getting to know Fiona without sex clouding his understanding of her. They found out over the past couple of weeks that they had a tremendous amount of things in common like family values, goals and stupid things like movies and food. Booker knew he met his one and only and he would be proposing to her in the near future.
He just had to convince her that their life together at times might be tough with his job but it would be totally worth it. The fact that he had not quite revealed his real identity to her yet kind of scared him. He didn’t want to betray her trust but he also needed to make sure that she loved him for who he actually was instead of his celebrity.
He thought about revealing his identity tonight while they were snuggling in bed but that got trumped by her willingness to be ready to take him to bed…again. Was he thinking with his little head again? Maybe he should stop her tonight and actually have a conversation with her. How betrayed would she be, if she fully gave herself to him and then found out later he was actually someone slightly different then the picture he painted for her? It wasn’t like he completely lied to her, he just chose not to go into detail about his career. There was no harm in that?
He thought ma
ybe he should just tell her until he saw her little leg pop out of the crack of the bathroom door. After that all his thoughts turned to mush and he focused on the little show going on by the bathroom.
He still had his jeans and shirt on for some godforsaken reason which was only causing his hard on to be restricted. He was about to free himself when he thought, it might be more fun for her to do it.
“Are you ready?” She asked while still flashing her leg.
He grunted out a measly “yes.”
She opened the door fully and he felt like his tongue unraveled and fell to the floor. His little red-headed goddess stood in the doorway of the bathroom wearing a red and black laced demi bra that traveled down to just above her belly button and a matching thong. The bra made her boobs look like they were about to fall out causing him to want to run his tongue all along her twin peaks. She walked toward him with a seductive sway making him have to readjust his pants from the tightness he was experiencing.
She stood right in front of him and asked, “Aren’t those jeans a little tight for you?” Booker just nodded. She knelt down and said, “Here let me help you.” She grabbed his shirt and lifted it up as he helped her take it off then she worked on the button and zipper of his jeans. She released them and dragged his jeans off his bottom half sending relief to his groin as it popped to attention in his boxer briefs.
She looked at him and smiled. “Already so excited, Mr. Hall?”
“Can you blame me?” He breathed out. “Damn, Fiona. I have never seen anyone more gorgeous than you.”
“That’s hard to believe, but thank you. Now let’s see what we can do about this little tent you have pitched.”
She grabbed his boxer briefs and slid them off his butt. He lifted off the bed so they came off easier. He could tell she was pleased with what she saw by the way she licked her lips and her eyes widened with anticipation. She cupped his balls with one hand and ran the length of his cock with the other. He threw his head back in pleasure just by her simple touch.
“God, Fiona that feels so good. You have no idea.”