Starlight Room,” Liam called out as Lorcan slid into the driver’s seat.
Lorcan spoke the commands and the GPS called up the map, then he pulled out onto the street. He had the voice set on British English, because he still thought in kilometers. Plus, the female British accent was a taste of home, and sounded a little throaty and sexy.
He glanced in the rear view mirror. Liam had Maggie curled in close to his chest, stroking her cheek affectionately while laying passionate kisses on her chin. By the besotted look on Liam’s face he obviously was in love with this woman. De Luca usually appeared emotionless and cold. This was an eye-opener. Liam murmured he loved her, always did, and always would, and Maggie whispered words of love breathlessly into Liam’s ear. Lorcan looked away as his heart swelled with a touch of envy. He’d never said those words to any woman, never felt anything close to the intense passion swirling all around him in the close confines of the S65. The emotion left him feeling bereft for some reason. Lorcan shook his head to dismiss the thoughts. He was not the maudlin type.
Liam kissed the woman deeply, oblivious to everything. The kiss Lorcan observed had a carnal appearance, but filled with love more than anything else. Lorcan sensed it. He snapped the rear view mirror upward so he wouldn’t have to see them anymore. Aye, suddenly he felt jealous for what Liam had. Not Mags, but the emotion and deep sentiment that Lorcan really knew nothing about. He became filled with a wave of yearning, but by the time he pulled up to the front door of the club, he’d banked his mawkish response. He opened the doors for Liam and his lady. “Do you wish me to come in?” Lorcan asked.
Liam shrugged. “If you want. We won’t be long.”
“I’ll be in shortly. I’ll keep a discreet distance.”
Liam nodded. “Appreciated.”
Lorcan reached for his leather jacket and slipped it on. Sitting on the passenger seat, he took out his keys and unlocked the glove compartment. A shelf dropped down and he removed the Sig and slipped it in his back waistband. He probably didn’t need the revolver, but better to be safe than sorry.
After locking the car, Lorcan entered the bar and was pleasantly surprised at the surroundings. He had assumed it would be a dance club with flashing strobe lights, loud techno music, and half-naked, stoned people dancing seductively.
This place was the furthest thing from that preconceived notion. The posh piano bar had an oak paneled, classic look awash in muted, soft light. It consisted of booths and tables surrounded by half-walls which gave the seating arrangements an intimate feel. Lorcan immediately liked it. A man dressed in a tux sat at a shiny black baby grand piano playing American standards. Sounded like “Someone to Watch Over Me.
”
He spotted Liam and Maggie sitting in a private corner booth, Liam inclined his head in acknowledgment, and then returned his attention to the woman curled in his embrace. They were sharing a bottle of wine.
Lorcan took a seat at the bar. The bartender came right over. “Connemara, straight up.”
The man nodded. “Excellent choice, sir.”
Lorcan was impressed. It wasn’t easy to find the Irish peated single malt whiskey here in the States. He glanced around the lounge. The decor was plush, rich, and pleasing. Liam had better taste than he’d expected. Perhaps he could bring Julie here one night—the thought froze him. Why did he think of her? He had mentioned he wanted to see her, and he did speak the truth. He picked up the drink placed in front of him and took a sip. The liquor burned and caressed all the way down his throat. He closed his eyes.
Bloody hell, the kiss against the wall
. Even now his cock twitched thinking about Julie and her deep, throaty moans in response to his thrusts. He exhaled.
A deep voice cleared his throat. Liam stood at his elbow. “Mags went to the restroom. I usually use Paulie to drive me
Lorcan spoke the commands and the GPS called up the map, then he pulled out onto the street. He had the voice set on British English, because he still thought in kilometers. Plus, the female British accent was a taste of home, and sounded a little throaty and sexy.
He glanced in the rear view mirror. Liam had Maggie curled in close to his chest, stroking her cheek affectionately while laying passionate kisses on her chin. By the besotted look on Liam’s face he obviously was in love with this woman. De Luca usually appeared emotionless and cold. This was an eye-opener. Liam murmured he loved her, always did, and always would, and Maggie whispered words of love breathlessly into Liam’s ear. Lorcan looked away as his heart swelled with a touch of envy. He’d never said those words to any woman, never felt anything close to the intense passion swirling all around him in the close confines of the S65. The emotion left him feeling bereft for some reason. Lorcan shook his head to dismiss the thoughts. He was not the maudlin type.
Liam kissed the woman deeply, oblivious to everything. The kiss Lorcan observed had a carnal appearance, but filled with love more than anything else. Lorcan sensed it. He snapped the rear view mirror upward so he wouldn’t have to see them anymore. Aye, suddenly he felt jealous for what Liam had. Not Mags, but the emotion and deep sentiment that Lorcan really knew nothing about. He became filled with a wave of yearning, but by the time he pulled up to the front door of the club, he’d banked his mawkish response. He opened the doors for Liam and his lady. “Do you wish me to come in?” Lorcan asked.
Liam shrugged. “If you want. We won’t be long.”
“I’ll be in shortly. I’ll keep a discreet distance.”
Liam nodded. “Appreciated.”
Lorcan reached for his leather jacket and slipped it on. Sitting on the passenger seat, he took out his keys and unlocked the glove compartment. A shelf dropped down and he removed the Sig and slipped it in his back waistband. He probably didn’t need the revolver, but better to be safe than sorry.
After locking the car, Lorcan entered the bar and was pleasantly surprised at the surroundings. He had assumed it would be a dance club with flashing strobe lights, loud techno music, and half-naked, stoned people dancing seductively.
This place was the furthest thing from that preconceived notion. The posh piano bar had an oak paneled, classic look awash in muted, soft light. It consisted of booths and tables surrounded by half-walls which gave the seating arrangements an intimate feel. Lorcan immediately liked it. A man dressed in a tux sat at a shiny black baby grand piano playing American standards. Sounded like “Someone to Watch Over Me.
”
He spotted Liam and Maggie sitting in a private corner booth, Liam inclined his head in acknowledgment, and then returned his attention to the woman curled in his embrace. They were sharing a bottle of wine.
Lorcan took a seat at the bar. The bartender came right over. “Connemara, straight up.”
The man nodded. “Excellent choice, sir.”
Lorcan was impressed. It wasn’t easy to find the Irish peated single malt whiskey here in the States. He glanced around the lounge. The decor was plush, rich, and pleasing. Liam had better taste than he’d expected. Perhaps he could bring Julie here one night—the thought froze him. Why did he think of her? He had mentioned he wanted to see her, and he did speak the truth. He picked up the drink placed in front of him and took a sip. The liquor burned and caressed all the way down his throat. He closed his eyes.
Bloody hell, the kiss against the wall
. Even now his cock twitched thinking about Julie and her deep, throaty moans in response to his thrusts. He exhaled.
A deep voice cleared his throat. Liam stood at his elbow. “Mags went to the restroom. I usually use Paulie to drive me
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