I sigh again, resting my chin on my fist, propping my elbow on the bar, and fluttering my eyelashes at her. Well, there’s one thing I certainly could use, but I don’t think she would be able to help me with it.
Still, this is a girl's night, and I’ve seen enough drunk women having girls' nights to know I’m supposed to spill my sexual frustrations, so I go for it.
“I need to get laid.” Not that I’d tell them justwhoI need to screw me. “A nice,bigdick. You got a case file for that?”
Fiona chuckles, and even Tiggy smiles, but we all freeze, turning at the sound of choking and spluttering. My eyes meet Seamus Fitzpatrick’s, a deep red blush stealing over my cheeks.
Oh my God. How mortifying. Seamus has clearly inhaled his whiskey, caught by my words, and is glaring at the tumbler like it insulted his mother while Ronan pounds him on the back.
But it’s not only Seamus and Ronan who are standing behind us. My eyes move away from Seamus, and I’m more mortified than ever.
Niall is standing on Seamus’s other side, and his eyes are burning deeply into mine. I canfeelhim. I can feel his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth. I can feel his fingers stroking mine, and I wasn’t freaking lying to Tiggy when I said I needed a nice, big dick in me.
I didn’t clarify that it wasNiall’snice, big dick I need in me. I know he’s got one because I’ve felt it pressed against my ass more than once when he’s stood close behind me.
While we’re staring at each other, Seamus and Tiggy have an entire conversation, and Fiona wanders off with Ronan trailing after her, settling himself down at a table with Liam to watch her set.
“Mellie?” Tiggy asks me. My eyes tear away from Niall’s, turning to her in surprise. Shit. I think she might be offering me a lift home. Niall answers for me.
“I’ll give ye a lift, Mellie,” he rumbles. It feels like his voice is stroking my clit. “Yer place is out of the way for them.”
I’m okay with this turn of events. I nod, hoping we’ll be leaving soon. After this conversation and our eye contact, I need some quality time with my vibrator.
Thankfully, we leave straight away. Niall doesn’t hesitate as he lifts me by the waist, depositing me into the seat. As usual, Niall doesn't speak in the SUV the whole way back to my apartment.
He pulls up at the curb outside my building, and I don’t move. He has been walking me to my door the last few times, and tonight is no exception.
He doesn’t walk back to his SUV when I open the door, following me inside. This is new. Freakingfinally. I trail him to my apartment door. I don't bother to ask him how he knows my apartment number and where it’s situated in the building. We both know he comes in here when I’m asleep.
I also don't try to stop him as he follows me inside. Why would I? Dropping my purse onto the kitchen table, I move away from Niall, where he leans against the closed door, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches me silently.
Leaning against the countertop, I cross my own arms, raising my eyebrows as our eyes lock.
“You're a cockblocking bastard, aren't you?”
Shoving away from the door, Niall stalks over to me, his hands landing on the edges of the countertop on either side of me, crowding my space. His cinnamon and oak scent swirls around my senses.
“What makes ye say that?” he asks, his voice silky and dangerous. Reaper like. He needs to leave right now, and I need a cold shower and my vibrator.
“Maybe I just wanted to get some dick tonight?” I grumble at him. His green eyes heat up as they drink me in.
“A nice, big dick, if memory serves.”
I nod, sighing. “A girl can dream. And apparently, that’sallshe can do, with your overbearing, cockblocking ass around.”
He watches me, silent and cool, while I'm all hot and bothered. It’s too much, and I finally snap. I think it’s time Niall heard some home truths.
“You won’t touch me, but you won’t let anyone else touch me either. The very least you could do is get me off. You freaking owe me!”
Niall watches me for another beat, finally moving. His blazing hot, burning emerald eyes pin me in place as his large, strong hands span my waist. He easily lifts me, depositing me on the countertop.
“What are you doing?”
My breath catches in my throat, my heart pounding and my head emptying of all rational thought as Niall strips off my panties, shoving them into his back pocket, kneeling on my kitchen floor so his face is inches from my knees.
“I always pay my debts,” he informs me, his voice husky. Taking one of my knees in each hand, Niall parts them, licking his lips, his eyes drinking in my pussy before darting up to mine.
God. Yes.Please.My breath hitches, and he drops his eyes between my legs.