Yes

I pulled the helmet off.

We’d parked a couple of blocks away from the Irish pub Norman was going to take me to.

Our little motorcycle road trip had been amazing. We’d gone to a park near Woodrow and then just taken some random highways around Staten Island before going back to New York. Sitting behind Norman with my arms wrapped closely around him and just letting him take me to wherever had felt so nice. The warm summer air and the roar of the engine had gotten me so relaxed.

I shook my legs a little as I looked at him. Helmet in hand, cigarette hanging from his mouth and a teasing grin on his lips; he was so handsome.

Bubbles seemed to fill my insides as we stood there and looked at each other.

I’d finally told him that I was in love with him. And he’d told me he felt the same way. Now we knew that we were both on the same side. Even though I shouldn’t, I couldn’t help but to feel even more self-conscious now than I had before. I looked down at my feet as he laid his arm around my shoulder.

“Ready to get your Irish on?” he grinned into my ear before he pulled me with him in the direction of the pub.

“Are we gonna get drunk or what are you suggesting?” I breathed.

It seemed to me we didn’t do anything else but get drunk when we were together.

He laughed out, and a cloud of cigarette smoke filled the air around us.

“Whatever you feel like, babe,” he said with a raspy voice.

I could agree to that. We’d just have to see how the staff at that Irish place was going to answer to our little request. Were they going to be able to help us with the Gaelic sentences?

Norman was getting us some coffee. I was sitting at a small table down in the back of the pub. It was really cozy in here; the small room was lighted by small yellow lamps hanging from the ceiling, so you couldn’t really see much. It made every table in here real private; it was almost so dark that you couldn’t see the faces of the people sitting at the table closest to you.

And I was grateful for that.

I didn’t feel like having people come up to us every ten minutes or so to talk to Norman. I really wanted him to myself.

I smiled at my own selfishness. But I couldn’t help it.

I jumped in my chair in surprise as three almost bucket-sized cups were put on the table, and looked up to see Norman standing there with another guy by his side. He was rather old and was wearing an apron printed with the name of the pub. He could look like a manager or something.

“This is Liam,” Norman said to me while gesturing the guy to sit down.

“Nice to meet you,” I said while shaking his hand.

His hair was grey and thick, it almost looked metallic.

“You too, sweetheart,” he chimed with a light voice. “I understand you want me to help you with Gaelic?” he asked while gazing upon me with a couple of small green eyes.

I nodded while sipping from my coffee. As I tasted the brown fluids I quickly sent Norman a couple of judging eyes. This wasn’t just coffee; it had to be half filled with Bailey’s as well. He grinned teasingly at me while nudging my thigh slightly. The touch sent small lightning bolts up my body. He was such a tease.

Hours went by as we worked on the Boondock manuscript. Or rather my few lines in it. Liam had agreed to help me out and was only happy to have someone here in New York to be interested in the old language of his home land. The pronunciation of the words was a bitch but I eventually had it under control. I had recorded him saying the lines many times and god was it beautiful. He didn’t want anything for it; he’d told us to stay and have some drinks on the house; that was what he saw as ‘us thanking him’. He was such a kind man.

We had been accompanied by some of Norman’s friends later on that evening. Greg and Michael. The pub was apparently really popular and around ten pm the place was full. It seemed that the age range in here lay around fifty.

On my way to the bathroom, I hurriedly snuck my way behind two drunken men; one American and one Englishman that apparently were having an argument on whether it was called soccer or football. Personally, I was on the Englishman’s side but I really didn’t feel like interrupting them; it sounded like it could get ugly.

When I came back from the bathroom, I found Norman sitting alone at our table. I leaned down from behind to whisper in his ear and felt him jolt under me.

“Well, well, well… What have we here? A lonely Reedus… Where’d the others go?”

I giggled loudly as he turned to pull me down on his lap and wrapped an arm around me.

“Went up to get us some Jameson. Figured you’d want me here when you came back.”

He lifted his hand to pull back a golden lock of hair out of my face. His eyes were staring into mine; they seemed darker than usual. Hotness started growing in the pit of my stomach.

“That’s nice of you, thanks,” I answered into his ear to cover the loud music playing from the speakers at the bar.

“You’re so very welcome, babe,” he said.

His voice sounded raspier than normal and he let his right hand travel up my thigh. I cocked an eyebrow at him but he only smiled a little crooked smile as his hand stopped to rest far up on my inner thigh. We didn’t speak but only kept looking at each other as we sat there. I could see his eyes wander down my body and I felt my cheeks redden as his eyes finally met mine again; they seemed so dark compared to normal. The heat inside of me burned on as he bent in to let his lips kiss my earflap. He breathed out and the sensation sent goosebumps all the way down my spine. This was almost too much for me to handle and a small whimper escaped from my lips. His stubble prickled the skin on my neck and his left hand traveled up my back to rest on my shoulder and he nudged it lightly. It could just have been us in the pub right now; everything else had seemed to disappear. I wanted him to kiss me so badly but he kept his mouth busy, kissing his way from my ear to my collarbone and over to my bare shoulder. I suddenly remembered that I wasn’t wearing a bra and I looked down only to frown. My nipples were visible; they pointed out through the fabric of my top and my cheeks once more burned red.

I was glad the lighting in here was so bad; or else everyone looking in our direction could see that I was on fire.

I could feel him grind his hips lightly up against my ass and I breathed out. That man would drive me mad. He let a small chuckle sound in my ear.

“You want me to fuck you, babe?”

A hot feeling exploded inside my body and I wanted to moan out. His voice was so sexy. Roughness caused by cigarettes and whiskey mixed with softness and a lovable flair danced through my ear and down my body only to end up as wetness between my legs. I could have melted away right there.

“Are we interrupting something?” a voice sounded.

Surprised, I jumped a little and turned to have Michael and Greg look at us from the other side of the table, amused expressions filling their faces.

“Sorry,” I croaked with an embarrassingly rough voice and I quickly climbed back to sit on my own chair.

A bottle of brown liquids together with four glasses were put down on the table and I tried to keep my eyes busy watching as Michael filled the shot glasses.

I didn’t want to look at Norman.

I was afraid that if I did, I would burn the clothes off his body with my eyes and throw myself at him right here in the pub. Let the others watch, don’t care.

My body trembled with heat. What was that man doing to me?

“To having a good night!” Norman’s voice sounded as he raised his glass.

“A good night!” the others chimed in and as I put the glass to my lips, I finally allowed myself to give him a glance.

He was staring at me, serious face and hard eyes. I got the feeling of being responsible for something, like I had done a horrible crime and all he wished was for me to be punished for it.

Death row, darling.

I gulped the whiskey down and bit down my lips. Without letting it show, I put my hand on his thigh and let my hands travel up the rough fabric of his jeans.

I grinned politely at a joke Greg had just told but all I could think about was touching Norman.

Everywhere.

I slowed down as my hand reached the rough fabric that was more stretched out than the rest of it.

Norman was also trying to seem focused on the conversation at our table.

I couldn’t help but smile a mischievous smile as I grabbed the hard bulge in his pants and made him close his eyes.

Oh but fuck.

Burning heat flushed through my body and I grabbed the countertop of the table with my other hand as I felt his hardness.

Why would I make myself suffer like that?

I had to get out of here.

“Hey babe, you wanna go outside and have a smoke?” Norman croaked out as he suddenly got up.

I quickly nodded as I grabbed my jacket.

“You can smoke in here?” Greg said with a cocked eyebrow.

I panicked on the inside as I stood there next to Norman, his hand in mine and so ready to get the fuck out of here.

“Um,” Norman stumbled out, “Uh, air, fresh air…”

I giggled.

Greg shrugged his shoulders and continued his conversation with Michael and some red haired woman.

Norman pulled me with him.

Soon we were in a cap going to his place.