Damn, you really shouldn’t throw the word “orgasmic” into a casual conversation when you look like a fucking wet dream.Now, he would have to sit here with a monster boner fighting for his attention under the table. Well, it might be fighting for her attention actually.
Picking up an iPad by the register, she punched in his order before working her way back down the bar. iPads were a definite improvement. Dean, Parker’s friend and business partner, was probably to thank for that.
“So, do you work here full time?” Liam asked when she made her way back down to his end of the bar. He wanted to know if he should plan on sitting here the entire two weeks he was home just to see her. “And how did you know I’m in the service, much less a lieutenant?”
“Just on weekends and summers. I work in the counseling office over on campus as my day job. But I never turn down the extra money. Parker hung your picture in your uniform in the office. You have on lieutenant bars.”
They chatted back and forth easily until his food arrived. Sitting up straight, he took a bite while she watched him.
Yes, he knew he ate like there was a stick stuck up his ass, but the four years at West Point had drilled manners into him to the extreme. It wasn’t that he was a slob before, but they were serious about the whole “officer and a gentleman” thing.
“You’re staring at me eating,” he mumbled, having swallowed his food and wiped his mouth before speaking.
“I’ve never seen someone eat so properly in a bar before.”
“You think this is sexy? You should see me shine my shoes. Don’t even get me started on making my bed.”
She laughed again, her eyes twinkling at him. One romp between the sheets wouldn’t hurt anything, right? He was faster than Parker anyway in case it all blew up in his face; he could still outrun him.
“Kettle fry?” he asked, scooping up one of the pieces of potato loaded with cheese and bacon with his fork.
Holding the fork toward her, he thought his heart had completely shut down when she slowly wrapped those pouty lips around it. Her dark eyes never left his as she sucked the piece of potato off the fork.
Holy fuck-on-a-stick, that was the hottest thing he had ever seen. And he had seen a lot of shit. If just eating a fry could send his cock throbbing, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have her on her knees with her lips wrapped around it, his fist gripping that glorious hair.
“Hey, are you okay?” With a start, she pulled him out of his fantasy. “You were just staring at the wall behind me.”
“Sorry,” he said, feeling his ears turn red.
“Hmm,” she said, tilting her head slightly as if she could read his mind.
He hadn’t considered the fact that he could grow even redder, but apparently he could.
“Care to share?”
“I don’t think so,” he said with a laugh. He had now reached the color of a boiling lobster or maybe a ripe tomato.
Wasn’t he supposed to be the suave twin, the one with all the moves? When had he and Ronan changed roles, making him the shy, blushing idiot?
That’s right, it was the day Ro got blown in the school locker room while he was still trying to convince whatever-her-name was to kiss him in the pool. The memory still pissed him off.
With a knowing grin, the bartender turned, working her way back down the bar.
Growing up, he had always been the dominant twin, taking on the role of protector to his brother. It had never been that hard to talk Ro into going along with whatever harebrained scheme he had cooked up.
When they graduated from high school, Ronan headed off to art school in Georgia while he headed to New York for a career in the Army. Leaving Ro had been the hardest thing he had ever done.
“So, how’s the fish?” the bartender asked when she returned from the other end of the bar. He wished he could remember where he had seen her, but as hard as he tried, he couldn’t pull it up in his mind.
“It’s always good. I think that’s the only reason Parker is allowed to serve it every Friday.”
“Probably helps that he has no problem tossing anyone who grumbles about it out on their ear.”
“That’s nothing. You know the summer he finally started dating Astrid, we would make bets on how many guys got tossed out for hitting on her in a single night. I think I won once with five. That was a busy night. It was like watching a blood sport, him and his bat.”
Scooping up the last bite of his fish, he popped it into his mouth, chewing it slowly as he looked around the room. He noticed that it was getting more crowded by the moment, gearing up for a typical Friday night.
“Do you need any help? I’m pretty good at working tables.”
