Please, Remember Me

Chapter Thirteen - Mortal in Model Land

I dressed in my little black dress and my sexy shoes for our night at the bar since it was the dressiest outfit I'd brought with me and was originally intended for a night more like this than a night of semi-dress-up to convince the man I loved to have sex with me.

When Kieran saw it he bit his lips before declaring we'd be late. Then he attacked me and threw me up on the kitchen island, before he removed my knickers and proceeded to fuck my wits out of me.

We were indeed late for our meet-up with his brother and friends, but it was damn well worth it.

In the truck riding over to the place we were meeting everyone in the next town over, I fixed my smudged makeup and scowled at the state of my hair.

I'd curled it slightly before he ran his hands through it and wrapped it twice around his arm for leverage while he pounded into me not half an hour ago. It now looked like I'd been thoroughly fucked, which I had been, sure, but that was not the look I'd been going for.

My slightly swollen lips didn't help with the freshly-fucked look either.

He, however, looked as edible as ever. Of course.

Messy hair from my clutching fingers, top button of his shirt open, a small almost invisible mark on the base of his neck where I'd bit down a night or two ago, broad shoulders covered by his black shirt, legs clad in another pair of deliciously dark jeans.

The freshly-fucked look worked for him, made him even more attractive. I, however, had to accept the fact that I'd be meeting his friends looking like somewhat of a slag.

The drive took about an hour, also making us an hour late. I grumbled over that fact as he helped me out of the truck after parking in front of what looked almost like a cabin but made of bricks and slung his arm over my shoulders.

He put his lips at my temple and murmured, "Get over it, Q."

He walked me into the bar, a place filled with dark woods and black accents clashing with light-yellow walls, and steered me right up to the group waiting at the corner of the boxy, U shaped bar.

Angie hopped off her stool – looking gorgeous in a short red dress and smoky makeup – and kissed my cheek.

"Nat, you look fabulous," she said in my ear while I hugged her back.

"So do you, sorry we're late." I shot an annoyed look at my cowboy who winked and grinned before he clasped hands and exchanged a man-hug with one of the men standing in the group.

"Don't worry about it, I don't blame him. I'd fuck you lookin' like that and I don't swing that way." She laughed and hopped back up on the stool and crossed her legs.

I blanched at her use of the f-word, I'd never heard her curse before and the sound of it accompanied by her sweet laugh was an oxymoron to my ears.

I hugged Kyle and blushed when he asked me if we had fun. I didn't respond but shot another dirty look at Kieran.

Finally, I turned to the two other men in our group. Both were tall and very handsome.

Another two members of Model Land.

One was light-haired and brown eyed, with a sharp jaw and a sinful smile and whom I recognized from a picture on Kieran's fridge. The other had a darker skin-tone and black hair, neatly slicked back, and eyes almost as dark as Adam's. I figured he was probably Italian or Latin from his olive skin and dark features.

I knew from several pictures on Kieran's fridge that the dark man was Kieran's best mate, Conner. The other one was introduced to me as Rich and they both studied me closely while I shook their hands. Rich was smiley even though he was staring, there was an aura about him that spoke of friendly and fun-loving.