He arched his brow. She hoped she could perform that one brow lift since it was so useful.
He questioned, "Irish?" His voice caressed her skin as it was deep, smoky, and a little gruff around the edges. She trembled. When Cassie waved over the bartender, she remarked, "Green eyes." "So, what'll it be?" He said to the bartender, "Fat Yak," and the latter nodded. She questioned, "Fat Yak?" "That is a really strange name to call a drink." Irish raised the bottle in a toast after the bartender set it down on the bar in front of him. She drank her vodka cranberry while making a clink with his bottle. Irish looked at Blue, "Whoa, slow down there." Cassie snorted once more. "You called me 1Blue," she retorted. "I did," he said, adding, "You've got red hair." He then nodded. "I never did understand why that Nathanname applied," Cassie said. He shrugged and took a sip of his beer before stating, "It's ironic. She remarked, "Ahh, Alanis Morissette," with knowledge. "Ironically enough, nothing in that song could be considered ironic." Cassie laughed. You're OK, Irish, she assured him. "So, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?" Cassandra sighed. "You've just lost points for the lame pickup line," she stated. "Not a pickup line, just curious." She groaned. She added pathetically, "I got dumped." Speaking it aloud made it sound almost too genuine. Irish questioned, "What, tonight?" She shook her head, Cassie. "Last week." He seemed perplexed. "You're here tonight because you got dumped last week?" Once more, there was that brow furrow. Her tummy began to flutter. Well, not quite dumped, she answered, drumming her fingers on the bar. "More like put on hold." "I don't get it," he said, "explain it to me." "I had an arrangement with my boyfriend. We come together once a month for a seductive weekend and otherwise keep to ourselves. He mumbled and nodded while listening to the narrative and motioned for her to continue speaking while he sipped his drink. Well, while I was carefully maintaining my single status until he saw the light and fantasized that we would ultimately get married with two-point-five children, he got engaged. To another person. She was droning on. She was affected by alcohol, especially vodka and champagne. Irish snorted, "Asshole," with a look of disdain on his face. "Right?" He understood it. You stated you were 'on hold,' I take it. Why are you waiting if he's getting married?" "Because," Cassie said sternly, "he needs a few months to get the little woman settled and then we can pick up where we left off." With a look of disbelief on his face, he turned to face Cassie. He had an open mouth, large eyes, and eyebrows that nearly reached his hairline on both sides. "He told you that?" She regretfully nodded. She was aware of how pitiful she was, yet she was unable to control her feelings for Nathan. He had destroyed her for other guys. "And you're happy with that?" Cassie made a shrug. Which option do I have? I have a crush on him. "So why isn't he marrying you?" "Because he said he wouldn't do that to me." Cassandra sighed. "He said I'm like a wild bird and it would break his heart to see me caged." Iris laughed. He sneered, "Bullshit," he muttered. "No, that is real. We've always been the greatest of friends. He is aware of me and adores me. He's just getting married to this other woman because his father wants him to. "Blue, that's completely screwed up. Do you realize that? "What would you know," Cassie said with disdain, "Nathany loves me and he's just trying to protect me from being trapped in a marriage." Irish shook his head and replied, "No, Blue. Put his hot piece of arse on the side because that's what he wants." "You think my arse is hot?" Cassie had the familiar tummy flutter once more, except this time it was a little lower. One side of his mouth slipped up into a crooked smile. He said, "I do think your arse is hot," and the sensation of warm, melted chocolate being poured over her exposed flesh was unbearable. Her underwear became wet. Unconsciously moistening her lips to his tilted smile, she wondered what it would be like to kiss him while his beard rasped against her skin. "Would you like me to demonstrate?" He said in a low whisper. Did I just say it out loud again? she sobbed. She had no time to take it in as his eyes crinkled in a smile before she felt the warmth of his lips on hers and the exquisite scratching of his whiskers on her skin. His tongue slid over the seam of her lips, causing a little mew to erupt from her throat. He was able to get inside when she opened her lips, and as soon as his tongue entered, it licked along hers, making her tremble. The music of the bar dwindled as her eyelids closed with a flutter. Cassie's entire universe was condensed to the instant at which their lips made contact. Then it vanished. Cassie blinked a few times as the commotion from the bar re-entered, feeling as though she were emerging from a trance. Irish asked, "So?" Cassie's eyes stared owlishly and blankly. "Did it live up to your expectations?" When she continued to be unable to respond, Irish rubbed his lips with his palm while trying to hide his chuckle. "The beard, did it feel like you thought it would?" She finally got a word out, "Better," and he grinned.Brian turned to face the little redhead sat next to him. His kiss caused her face to flush, her eyes to glaze over, and those mouthwatering lips to split apart. He moved quietly as his cock shifted in his trousers and drew his eyes away from her to finish his last sip of beer. He had came in here for a quiet drink and to let off some steam, not to hook up. CASA was getting under his skin over his new aircraft, and he was about sick of having to throw himself through hoops simply to appease them. He had assumed that the Civil Aviation Safety Authority would welcome the addition of a new commercial airline to disrupt the dominance of the Big Two, but apparently not. His luxury charter flight service had been running successfully for a while, and all he wanted to do was turn it into a more lucrative business. First-class domestic travel should not be too challenging to offer. He placed his empty bottle on the counter and motioned for the bartender. Even though Blue had been a welcome
She gave a head shake. She said, grinning up at him, "No," adding, "I think tonight belongs to Blue and Irish." She rose onto her toes and placed her lips over his, putting an end to his complaints. The doors opened as the elevator came to a stop. Though he tried to draw away from her, he caught her hand and virtually dragged her to his door. She was waved inside as he pulled his keycard from his back pocket and unlocked the door. Wow, the penthouse, she said. Nice." He flung his jacket on the couch and shrugged as he walked toward her. She took a few steps backward while her hands flitted around her body. He grinned mischievous and hissed, "Are you afraid of me, Blue?" She stumbled, "No, I'm not afraid." She took a couple more steps backwards before her thighs brushed against the dining table. He approached her and slipped a hair tendril behind her ear. If you've changed your mind, Blue, we don't have to do this. She massaged his beard while cupping his jaw, running he
He circled her clit while grinning on her body and running his tongue between her silky folds. He teased the entrance of her core with his finger, moving it through the slickness and into her, as she inhaled as he placed his lips over the tight nub. She cried out and raised her hips in an attempt to get more. While still enjoying the sound of her moaning and another finger being gently inserted into her, Brian sucked harder on her clit. She resisted, counterpunching his thrusts with her own as he scissored his fingers into her to provide more pressure. She fisted her hands into his hair, drawing him in closer as he increased the tempo at which he licked at her clit. Her inside muscles started to contract, and her breathing grew frantic, and he felt the beginnings of her orgasm. As he curled his fingers within her to press against the walls of her core, he straightened his tongue and increased the pressure. She screamed angrily, "Oh, fuck," as his fingers were pinched by her se
Cassie groaned as the bright light pierced through the delicate skin of her eyelids. Her head was pounding and her mouth was dry, but her body felt wonderfully satiated. She blinked her eyes open cautiously, squinting at the offending sunlight and it took her a moment to remember where she was. She looked around the room, slowly remembering the events of last night and she smiled to herself. As far as rebound sex went, that was pretty awesome and she wouldn’t mind another round with him. She felt the warmth stirring in her belly at the memory of those intense green eyes and the way his beard felt against the inside of her thighs and how it brushed against her waxed mound. She squeezed her thighs together, relishing the throb of desire and stretched languidly. The suite was quiet and she wondered where he was. The bed beside her was cold, although the indentation on his pillow assured her that he had slept there. She sat up and listened, straining to hear any noise that might indi
His chest had been dusted with dark hair and his happy trail was like a lighted path leading the way to his junk. The tattoos that wound their way over both shoulders and down both arms, ending at his wrists, added to his dangerous look and she wished she’d studied them more closely. She wasn’t normally a beard and tattoo girl - she liked a bit of scruff and maybe the odd bit of ink - but on Irish, the thick, dark beard and full sleeve tattoos were hot as fuck. She’d even liked the little dark stud that he had in his ear. But as gorgeous as he was, and as amazing as he was between the sheets, he wasn’t Nathan, more’s the pity. Nathan was who she wanted, had always been who she wanted. Nathan thought that she’d had other boyfriends, but there had been no one but him for a while. She had lived for their weekends together and spent way too much time planning their annual week-long vacation. Well, that wouldn’t be happening anymore. Nathan might be able to swing a weekend here and there
Brian sighed and pinched his eyes. They felt gritty and dry and he was bone tired. It had felt like days since he’d slept and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten. As if summoned by his empty stomach, Madeline knocked on his office door lightly before walking in and placing a wrapped sub on his desk. He looked up and thanked her with a tired smile. She was a good - no, great - assistant and knew him better than he knew himself most of the time. “There’s an email from the PR firm in Melbourne that I need you to look over and your mother is on line two.” “Thanks Madeline,” he replied. “Are our flights home booked for tomorrow?” She nodded and smiled. “Yes, the pilot has been notified and we are cleared to take off at five. Your last meeting is scheduled for three-thirty and a car will be waiting to take us straight to the airport as soon as it wraps up.” “Excellent,” he said, unwrapping the sandwich. “Thanks.” She nodded and left the office. Colleen Aviation had off
Five months later…Cassie drank her second vodka cranberry while relaxing in a cozy leather chair in the Colleen Aviation waiting area. She was an anxious flier to begin with, so the fact that she was attempting to disrupt Nathan's wedding one week before the big day added to her anxiety. She drank two vodkas—one to calm her worries about what she was about to do to Nathan and the other to prevent panic when she was thirty thousand feet in the air speeding through the ether in a tin can. She wasn't simply anxious when she flew; she actually detested flying and tried to avoid it at all costs. Driving the eight hundred miles to the wedding was not an option, but Colleen Aviation, a relatively new client, had offered her first-class seats on one of their brand-new domestic commercial flights. If she didn't feel like she was crammed in like livestock on the way to the slaughtered, perhaps she would like flying more. Her empty glass was removed from the little table in front
She gave him an anxious glance as her heart raced in her throat and her eyes blinked quickly. She greeted him with a gentle, husky "Hello, Irish," just as he recalled. It's been a while. He ought to be angry, but instead, he was simply so unbelievably happy to have found her once more. One night with her had not been sufficient, and in the months that had followed, he had failed to find it in himself to pursue anybody else. He was unable to hide his dismay as he replied, "You didn't call." She lowered her eyes from his and gave a sorry expression. She said, "I know, I'm sorry. He looked down at her empty glass and noticed the scarlet dregs at the bottom as she spoke a bit mumbled. How many had she had, he pondered. He didn't want to scare her away because he had just reconnected with her by asking, "So, what are you doing here?" He observed her watery eyes and dilated pupils as she raised her head to face him. In answer, he scowled, fearing that she was i