Running Away (Liam Dunbar x Reader - Book 1)

Part 9

Sunday Morning

Your first college football shift at the pub was officially over as you locked the front door behind you. Surprisingly, you had more American tourists this morning than you had Friday morning. You didn't understand it nor did you question it. You were just glad the customers were gone and you had one hour left to clean up and close the place up with Parker.

You walked toward the bar and noticed the small radio tucked in behind the bottle shelves. You pulled it out and began to fumble with it. You managed to find the on button and started scanning for a good station. Parker looked back at you, "what are you doing?"

"I want to hear some music. I haven't danced in forever." You mumbled, trying to focus on a good station. You stopped when you heard a classic country song, "The Devil Went Down to Georgia," and an idea crossed your mind. You walked towards the bar with a grin on your face.

"Ever been to a coyote bar?" You asked Parker as you hopped on top of the bar.

"I can't say that I have," Parker slung the towel over his shoulder.

"Neither have I, but I've always wanted to dance on top of a bar to a country song," You stood up and began to sway your hips to the rhythm.

Parker walked to the bar, hopped on top, and stood in front of you with a smile on his face. He began to move, but you noticed he couldn't dance to save his life. You couldn't help but laugh.

"You gotta move your hips like this," You placed your hands on each side of his hip and motioned him to move in sync with your rhythm. Parker followed along with you. "There you go!" You looked up and smiled at him.

You swung your hips back and forth, flipping your hair back as you turned and you placed your hands on each butt check one at a time, and then turned around and grinned at Parker. Honestly, if you hadn't seen Coyote Ugly, you might have known how to dance like you were.

You moved your hips and began to motion him to come closer to you with your index fingers. He slowly began to inch his way closer to you. You turned around, your back to his chest, and slowly twisted on the heel of your toes all the way down. When you made your way back up, you turned around and nearly slipped. You clung onto his bicep as his hands immediately wrapped around your waist, bringing your chest to his.

You panted as you locked your eyes with his stormy gray irises and noticed a hint of lust. You realized your hand was still on his bicep; you looked down and noticed your hand had lifted up his short sleeve. He had a tattoo playing peek-a-boo at the edge of the shirt's sleeve and you couldn't help but wonder what it was, what it looked like, and how far into his body it went as your eyes trailed his broad shoulders. You looked up at his face. He was handsome without a doubt and his eyebrow piercing was even sexier up close. You were sure you would never have a thing for guys with tattoos and piercings, but it was working in Parker's favor.

Your eyes moved down to his jaw. It was well structured and it was such a turn on. You've always loved guys with a strong jaw. It was perfect for trailing kisses against the curve of his jaw, down his neck, and into his sweet spot.

"Y/N...." Parker whispered, making your eyes fly back to his. "I can smell your arousal...."

All of a sudden your mouth went dry. You couldn't find the words and you were completely embarrassed. You didn't know what else to do other than give him a small nod and bite your lip.

Parker tightened his grip on your waist, bringing you closer to him. You placed your hands on his chest and you could feel how strong he was underneath the thin fabric. He placed his forehead against yours, brushing his nose against yours, and felt the warmth of his breath fanning against your lips. "Y/N..."