IRISH: a Bad Boy Fighter Romance by Olivia Hawthorne, Olivia Long Page A

he’s going to eat you up,” Charlotte whispered a couple hours into our shift and nodded towards Knox. He was sitting at a table by himself with a bottle of whiskey in front of him.
    He wasn’t drinking too fast though, he was nursing each drink and chatting with me when I had time. I’d asked him to move to the table when his dark, smoldering gaze had caused me to drop a shot glass. I couldn’t concentrate with him that close.
    I looked up and smiled at him. He winked at me and grinned.
    My heart did the familiar flip flop and I fell even more in love if that was possible.
    “I think he does want to eat me up,” I said with a chuckle. Charlotte took a moment, got the joke and punched me playfully in response.
    She headed back out across the floor and almost ran smack into Knox’s friend Joe. I smiled as I watched their awkward exchange, and the look he gave her as she walked away made me wonder if he wanted more from her than just their one night stand.
    It would be nice to have another couple to hang out with so I wished them well and thought I’d mention it to Charlotte later on when we had a moment.
    I busied myself with helping customers and the usual bar clean up. I loved working with Kyle, but he didn’t seem to noticed that the outside of a glass needed to be washed as much as the inside. It was such a man thing.
    I would miss the job, but nights like this would be a fond memory soon. I got too stressed out during super busy times, and now that I didn’t need the tips it didn’t seem as important to be a part of the action.
    In fact I kept putting my tips in Kyle and Charlotte’s money jars, just to give them a little happiness when they checked at the end of the night.
    The time went quickly, there were a few incidents where Knox got protective and had to drag a drunk away from the bar, but I was okay with that. It made me feel safe and desired.
    There was one moment when Knox was surrounded by women who were all desperately trying to get him to sign his name on their breasts that I lost my cool. I’m not afraid to admit it, I stomped over to his table so I could tell them off just as Knox was telling them to piss off, that he was married and his bride wouldn’t appreciate it.
    I smiled and gave him a long kiss for that one with the promise of even more whispered into his ear. He grinned and his eyes never left me after that.
    Finally my shift was over and we practically ran to the car that was waiting. We hopped into the back seat laughing and slightly tipsy. I might have been taking sips of Knox’s whiskey all night, but don’t tell George.
    I couldn’t keep my hands off him and he couldn’t keep his off me.
    “Fek, kitten, I wanted te close the pub, kick everyone out an eat yer sweet cunt right there on the bar,” he whispered in my ear as his hands traveled up my skirt.
    “God, I wanted you too. I was so hot every time I looked over at your table,” I told him breathlessly.
    His hand cupped my pussy and his rough thick thumb rubbed my clit as he kissed me. I moaned and arched against him, only vaguely aware of the driver possibly seeing us in the back seat.
    “I’m gonna fek ye so hard ye won’t remember yer god damned name, kitten,” he said in a harsh tone as he rubbed me harder.
    “Your name is the only one that matters,” I moaned and felt myself tense up as he worked my pussy to orgasm.
    I pressed against him and bit his shoulder to stifle my screams as I came. He drew in a harsh breath but talked me through it in a deep voice thick with lust.
    “That’s right, kitten. Come fer me, come on me hand, come on, good girl…fek yeah…”
    I came for him, and as we pulled up in front of the house, I was ready to come again and again.
    He pulled his hand from between my clenched thighs and sucked his thumb, savoring my taste like a fine wine. We barely made it up the steps of his house, we were kissing and so drunk on our love for each other that navigating a short path seemed almost