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Well, that shit ain’t going to fly. I’m no judger of men’s arses, but the rest of the women in the room can have Finn’s butt cheeks. I want her gaze trained on me.
Finn turns, a look of surprise on his face. “What can I get you?” Finn’s smile full-watt falls on my new neighbor.
Chapter Three
GEORGIA
My luck has changed. A couple vacated two stools at the bar. I slide onto one and admire the ass of the man tending bar. Tight and well-muscled, it packs a punch in faded Levi’s. I wonder what the rest of him is like.
“Hello, bòidheach, see something you like?”
I know that word. I’ve read Scottish for Dummies. He called me beautiful in a rough and raw voice, like he’s just woken up all sexy and tousled. I swallow heavily and find a pair of sinful blue eyes roaming over me. Holy mother of God. This man oozes sex. From his baby blues, dark blond hair, chiseled cheekbones covered in scruff. I can imagine that face with its eager tongue buried between my thighs. He’d run his tongue from my clit all the way along my seam, then find my channel and fuck me with his tongue.
Clearly, it’s been a while since I’ve had sex. Vibrators notwithstanding. It’s as if he’s flicked my ‘on’ switch.
I swallow, and he flashes me an easy grin. As if he senses I want his stubble against my inner thighs. Heat flushes my face, and I squirm because this man can read what I want with one raised eyebrow before I know what I want.
I think.
Wait.
I’m tired, and he’s screwing with my head.
“A Bourbon. I’d like a Bourbon please.” My voice is breathy like I’m Malibu Barbie sucking on helium.
“Ah, you’ve got me.” A wry shake of his head. “We don’t have Bourbon, but I can whip you up a Meyer Lemon Rosemary Gin Fizz. It’s what the lasses are drinking tonight.”
For a moment, I’m stunned. That thick, rugged voice rolls over and through me. My nipples turn into hard pebbles. My breasts swell against my bra. I gape up at him to find he’s smirking at me.
I can’t help myself. I honestly can’t. “Number one. I’m not a girl. Number two. My momma didn’t raise a fluffy gin fizz drinker, and for the Lord’s sake rosemary belongs on lamb, not in a drink, and number three?” I lean forward until our breaths clash. “What have you got that separates the men from the boys?” I drop my voice an octave and I swear his pupils dilate.
A chuckle comes from the stool beside me. I glance across to see another God of a man checking me out. I do a double-take. He’s a massive, chiseled bear of a man. Tall and ripped like a rugby player ate a quarterback. I sneak a closer peek at his face, and swallow hard. Light brown hair and blue eyes the color of a cloudless summer day that makes me wet my lips. I lean closer, mesmerized. Eyes that hold mine in a chicken dare. I tilt my chin and stare him down. Or I try to. His dark eyebrows rise. I raise mine. A shit-eating grin splits his face.
Chiseled jaw with cheekbones that could cut diamonds. He’s a beautiful, sexy, Braveheart. Confidence oozes from every pore. People check him out and do a double take. He twirls his glass like a conductor. I imagine his mouth sucking on my nipples. Cherishing them before pulling them hard into his mouth. Nipples I now ache to palm.
His mouth is pouty and I bet dirty. It could inflict pleasure and pain in a heartbeat.
My panties want to drop to the ground. His gorgeous grin shoots straight between my legs, and I arch my back slightly to get friction.
His gaze drops, then takes in my arched back, lingers on my stomach, and falls further.
His blistering gaze boils my blood and sears my skin. I’m cooking from the inside out. Holy shit! What is this place? Two smokin’ hot guys in a five-foot radius? I glance up at the sky. Take me now, Jesus, but not before I get their numbers.
Yeah, I’m getting both of their numbers.
“For the lady who is most definitely not a girl,” Braveheart rumbles beside me, and my pussy clenches. Can he tell? He smirks, his eyes lingering on my belly. Yeah, he can tell. “Uaibhreach, you haven’t lived until you’ve tried a single malt from my homeland.”
“What did you just call me?” It sounded delicious, sinful and I want him to say it again.
“Gorgeous, because you are.”
I melt a little.
Okay, so I’m a puddle right now.
A glass of amber liquor is placed in front of me.
I stare into Braveheart’s smoldering eyes and everything below my neck pulses into life. If Mona and Hemmy were here, they’d be powering up.
