Three Years Later

I thumbed through my wad of tips I had earned throughout the night, adding up the cash amount in my head. Five hundred dollars, a solid amount for a Friday night at McAferty’s pub. I applauded to myself in my head, nodding and grinning in approval of my hard earned money.

It was 12:45 am, fifteen minutes until closing time. I pocketed my cash and flipped the overhead lights on, earning a groan from the crowd of drunken rapscallions.

“Last call!” I yelled out, earning an eye roll from a couple of sour looking patrons.

I was used to this type of behavior, but tonight it bothered me more so than usual. I was exhausted because I hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and I just wanted to get home to my warm and comfy bed.

I began counting down the cash register when Thelma, one of my regulars, handed me a twenty dollar bill.

“Ignore them, doll face. Here’s a little something extra.”

I had grown quite fond of Thelma over the last year and a half. She was a middle aged woman who wore entirely too much makeup and expensive jewelry. She was widowed, her late husband coming from a family who had stock in the railroad systems; old money. She had the best stories and gave some really good advice. I wouldn’t say she was an alcoholic, but she did enjoy her fair share of drinks. As much as I hated feeding her habit, I couldn’t help but find her interesting. She was like the cool aunt that you always wanted to hang out with and felt like you could talk to about anything.

“Thank you, Thelma.” I beamed. “But I can’t take this; you’ve already been generous enough this week.”

She made a waving motion with her hand. “Go on, I want you to have it sweetie. I can tell you’ve had a rough night.”

I shyly took it and nodded thanks to her, and out of the corner of my eye I saw two men entering the bar. Seriously?

“Hey guys, we’re closi” –

I turned to them, and my eyes were instantly glued to the boy with the blue eyes and gray paddy cap atop his head.

Niall.

His strut was effortlessly confident and attractive. My eyes trickled over him; he looked much broader and thicker than the last time I saw him. He was wearing a soft gray jacket over a white v-neck and his signature skinny jeans with brown boots.

I was surprised to see him here, of all places. McAferty’s was a small pub at the corner of a run-down street in one of the sketchier parts of LA. Surely he could find a better place to drink? He didn’t have his security guard with him which was surprising, but then, this wasn’t the most popular part of town. Maybe that’s why he chose to come here.

The two men took their seats on the barstools, and Niall’s eyes were instantly glued to me.

“Hey, I know you!” He called, already seeming to have some alcohol in his system.
“You’re Carmen!” His face was flushed, eyes bloodshot and he was sporting a huge, goofy smile. A smile that I loved.

I smiled back and made my way over to him. Even though we shared an awkward ‘over the bar’ hug, I still shivered at the contact.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as he pressed a warm palm to my cheek and a kiss to the other, causing my knees to shake.

“I’m in LA for the next three months for work.” He clarified. “I came here two years ago when I was on tour. Reminds me of home. Didn’t know ya worked here!”

He was acting as if it hadn’t been three years since we’d seen each other, as if we were picking up right where we left off. I was happy that he even remembered me; to be honest I thought I was just another notch in his belt.

The scent coming off of him was so familiar, so warm. It calmed me in an instant, and suddenly I was as comfortable around him as he was with me.

“I’ve been working here for about a year and a half. Sounds like you came here just before I was hired.” I smiled shyly and he caught my chin in his huge hand, his blue eyes meeting my brown ones.

“Hey.” He breathed. “Ya look stunnin', babe. Haven’t changed a bit.”

I heard someone clearing their throat on the other side of me. “I think I’m gonna go, kiddo.” Thelma raised a suspicious eyebrow and winked at me. “You kids have fun. And be safe.”
Her last two words were directed at Niall, to which he laughed loudly, waving a goodbye in her direction.

“Who was that?” he mused, spreading his large hand over mine. He had barely touched me, barely started a conversation and yet I was already melting for him. Falling for his charm automatically.

He knew what he was doing.

I felt heat rush to my cheeks and made myself a glass of water with a lemon to cool down. I took a sip, letting the cold liquid clear my throat. “That was Thelma, one of my regulars.”

“Is she good craic?” Niall chuckled and I rolled my eyes, the man next to him joining in. He didn’t say much, just went along with the conversation while eyeing me up and down. He was a little creepy to be honest.

“Oh, by the way, this is Deo, me cousin.”

Deo reached his hand out and I gave it a quick shake. “Nice to meet you.”

I turned my attention back to Niall. “Well, I hate to break it to you guys but I’m closing the bar in about two minutes.”

Niall studied me for a moment, licking his lips and digging his wallet out of his pocket. He then whispered something in Deo’s ear, handing him a wad of cash.

Deo stood up and made his way out of the bar, pulling his cell phone from his pocket to make a phone call.

“Where is he going?” I asked.

Niall looked back to me, a cocky smirk on his face. “He’s getting a taxi. M’gonna take ya home with me when you’re done closin’ up shop.”

I peered at him through heavy lids, biting my lip as I felt an ache between my legs. “And what makes you so sure I’ll come with you?”

He chuckled and pulled me to him, his voice deep in my ear as his lips brushed over my lobe.
“Remember how loud ya screamed last time I fucked ya? Wouldn’t wanna pass that up again now, would ya?”

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After the customers were all gone, I locked the front door and scampered about the pub, doing all of my closing duties as quickly as possible while Niall sat at the bar sipping on a pint of Guinness. He offered to help, but I refused him. I needed to do the work to shake off my sudden nerves that were brewing inside of me, thanks to his earlier words.

Because I did remember how loud I screamed for him in that hotel room, how hard I came around him. I was sweating, terrified almost, to feel that intensity from him again.

I felt his eyes lingering over my body as I got my stuff together, grabbing my keys out of my purse.

“I’ll be right back.” I told him as he took the last gulp of his beer.

I reached the restroom so I could freshen myself up. I dug a mini brush out of my purse and also my makeup bag. I combed out the tangles in my hair and touched up my lipstick and bronzer. Luckily my false lashes had stayed intact.

I gave myself one last look in the mirror as I blotted the excess oil from my skin with a paper towel. I tried to put on a brave face, not wanting Niall to know that I was intimidated. I spritzed myself with some perfume and headed out, standing up straight with my chest sticking out a little more than usual.

Niall had taken off his paddy cap and was running a hand through his hair, which was much darker than the last time I saw him.

He turned to me and I shot him a sexy smile. “Let’s go.”

“Where’s your car?” Niall inquired while throwing his jacket over my shoulders as I locked the back door to the pub. I smiled at the sweet gesture and slid my arms into the sleeves, Niall’s scent engulfing me.

“I live a block away, so I usually just walk here.” I answered.

Niall gently pulled me by the hand until we rounded the corner of a dark alley. He pushed me up against the brick wall, his lips grazing soft and warm kisses over my neck. “Not very smart for a pretty girl like you to be walkin’ around alone at night.”

I rolled my eyes and puffed out a sarcastic comment. “Maybe not with guys like you on the prowl.”

He bit down onto my neck and sucked, quickly causing a bruise to form. “My point exactly, petal.”

He kissed me hard, his hands on either side of my face as his tongue explored my mouth. I nibbled on his bottom lip, forcing a smile out of him before he kissed me again and moved his hands to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them.

“Christ.” He breathed. “I missed feelin’ on ya, baby girl. D’ya know how often I dream about this?”

His words made me hungrier for him; I can’t believe I was ever on his mind after that one night. Maybe he thought about me as much as I thought about him.

I gripped his hair and pressed my mouth to his warm neck, my lips brushing over each freckle. I could feel him growing hard as I nuzzled my face into his stubble, licking and sucking the sweet skin. I palmed him through his incredibly tight jeans and he moaned deeply into my mouth. “Fuck…I was gonna wait til we got back to mine…but fuck it.”

I saw him start to unbutton his jeans and I gasped. “Niall, we can’t do it here, someone will see!”

He looked around, observing his surroundings. “We won’t get caught, I promise.” He breathed. “I just need to touch ya. Please let me.”

His hand crept under my skirt and he found me, soaked through my lace panties already. He moved them aside and easily pushed two fingers into me, eliciting a small whine from my swollen lips. He covered my mouth with his other hand as he pumped his fingers even harder and swiped over my clit with his thumb, loving how my body responded to him.

“If ya don’t wanna get caught, you’re gonna have to be quiet, yeah?” His heavy breathing was obvious on my neck before he tugged on my earlobe with his teeth, turning me on even more.

“Okay.” I whispered as he pulled his fingers from me, licking my taste off of them and humming to himself. He pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees before wrapping my leg around his waist.

He gripped his shaft and placed it at my entrance, rubbing the tip over my wetness. “Ya ready for me?”

I nodded and he eased himself into me, his girth feeling even wider than before and filling me to the brim. My head fell against his shoulder and I gasped as I tried to adjust to him.

He held onto my leg, his fingers digging into my meaty thigh and his thrusts strong and precise. I couldn’t help moaning so loudly that it echoed in the alley, Niall having to cover my mouth again with his palm.

“Shh, baby.” He cooed as he thrust up into me even harder, hitting my g-spot. Tears began to well in my eyes; I was so frustrated that I couldn’t just scream to the world how good he was making me feel.

We were cut off all too soon by the sound of police sirens from the distance.

“Shit!” I gaped.

I unwrapped my leg from Niall’s slim hips and adjusted my panties back to their original position while Niall pulled up his pants. He grabbed my hand and we proceeded to the empty parking lot, his black range rover being the only vehicle left on the premises.

Once we were in the car and our breathing had calmed, Niall started the engine. My sweat turned cold, but I could still feel the heat between my legs. I was sure Niall felt it radiating off of me when he gently slapped his hand to my bare thigh.

“C’mon.” He said huskily. “Let’s go back to mine and we’ll finish what we started.”

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