Saving a Legend(52)

Fiona followed his prompt and took another look around. The entrance she was standing in was higher than the rest of the room, enabling her to look out across the entire place. Along the length of one whole wall was a bar, while the opposite wall was done all in mirrors, making the place look much larger than it really was. In between, a packed crowd of people congregated on a dance floor, moving to the music. Behind them, something entirely different was happening.

A large crowd of people were moving clockwise on what she realized was a giant track. Everyone was on roller skates. They all had brightly colored skates and scantily clad bodies, and were dancing and twirling as they skated.

“Are we going skating?” Fiona grinned, clasping her hands together.



“Yup,” he confirmed, smiling as he pulled her down the stairs and they made their way over to the bar. “Have you ever skated before?”

“In middle school, but it’s been a while,” Fiona admitted, still smiling widely. “I’m not sure I’ll still know how. What if I fall and embarrass myself in front of you?”

“I’d never let you get hurt.” He kissed her temple as they finally reached the bar, then paused to whisper in her ear. “Although I really hope you’ll fall, Fi. I hope we both will.”

She felt a shiver travel through her at his words and searched his eyes for meaning. His darkened gaze told her he was talking about a lot more than skating, and she desperately wanted to believe him.

“Kieran,” she started nervously, unsure what to say.

He smirked, one corner of his lips tilting up as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against his side. “Relax, Fi. Let’s just have some fun. What do you want to drink?”

“Cranberry juice and vodka, with a splash of ginger ale,” she said, glad to be talking about something easier. That had always been her go-to drink; it had enough booze to make her tipsy but didn’t taste like rubbing alcohol going down.

“Similar to Nora,” he commented, then placed her order at the bar along with a Coke for himself.

Fiona’s skin prickled, and she found herself uncomfortable with the idea of Kieran going out with Nora, or anyone else. She tried to push the thought away; after all, she’d known him for only a week. They weren’t exclusive, technically speaking; this was still their first date, so she didn’t have any right to tell him who he could and couldn’t go out with.



The bartender returned with the drinks; Kieran handed Fiona hers and guided her toward the track.

“How do you know what Nora drinks?” Fiona asked, trying not to sound as jealous as she felt. Am I jealous?

“Is that jealousy I hear?” He smiled wider than before, echoing her very thoughts.

“Of course not,” she scoffed. “I was just curious. She’s my best friend after all.”

“Is that so?” He laced his fingers with hers and pulled her into his arms at the edge of the track, only a half wall between them and the skaters. “So if I were to go out with Nora, you wouldn’t mind one bit?”

Fiona blinked rapidly, taken aback at the possibility. Recovering as best as she could, she just shrugged. “You’re a grown man—do what you want.”

“I don’t know if you want to tell me to do what I want, Fi.” He pressed his hips into hers and growled in her ear. “If I do what I want, it’s going to be you.”

“Oh.” She gulped, trying to keep from falling over at the thought of him…and her…and that. She turned around to face the skaters in hopes of gaining some distance, sipping the drink still in her hand, but instead, he pulled her rear into his pelvis with his one free hand. There was nothing distant about it, about him. His length pressed into her back, and it was all she could do to not grind against him as an ache settled between her legs.

Music pumped through the air, and those who weren’t skating were dancing. He swayed side to side, pulling her into a dance with him, and she felt every bit of him pressing against her with the beat. Taking a few quick gulps of her drink, she welcomed the dizzying sensation as it pulled her away from the here and now: the here being pushed against his very hard body; the now being every unspoken thought between them. Every promise his body was making, every sensation she wanted to say yes to.



“Fi, do you feel that?” he whispered in her ear, pushing her hair off her shoulder as his hands circled her waist and she leaned backward into his chest.

“Feel what?” she pretended, blushing for the umpteenth time today.

He gulped down the rest of his soda and dropped it on a server’s tray as one went by, and she quickly finished her drink and did the same. He moved his hands to her hips, gripping her tightly, and pressed himself against her bottom firmly. She gasped audibly, surprised at both the forceful motion and how much she wanted more.