When they got inside the bar and found Mark and Sara they sat down at the table. The minute Sara spotted the hickey on Illyria's neck she broke out in a fit of giggles. "It's not that funny Sara." Illyria grumbled as she blushed.
Jim laughed and stood up. "Lyria I'm gonna go get a beer, what do you want?" He asked and she smiled evilly up at him.
"Yo..."
"To drink Lyria." Jim said and she sighed.
"Damn, I guess I'll take the same as you then." She giggled and he kissed her roughly before walking off.
"So, what happened with your brother darlin'?" Mark asked and she sighed.
"He had the balls to ask Jim what his intentions were with me like we were back in fucking high school again then he wanted to know what other people were going to think of him if his little sister was dating someone fifteen years older."
"What they would think of him? Does he think the whole world revolves around him or somethin'?" Mark questioned and Illyria laughed bitterly.
"I believe so and that pisses me off beyond belief! For once I'd like him to just be concerned with my happiness instead of his own life and career." 'Enter Sandman' rang out and Illyria grabbed her cell phone. "Hello?"
"Illyria?" A male voice asked that she immediately recognized and almost dropped her phone.
"Adam?" Illyria felt Jim sit down beside her and her body tensed up. "Why are you calling me?"
"Well, I'm in town and I was wondering if you wanted to get together."
I cannot fucking believe this shit! "Please tell me you're not serious?"
"Actually I am...why?" He questioned and she laughed.
"Why? You're asking me why? Adam you broke up with me because you were too much of a pussy to stand up to my brother and now you expect me to..." Her words were cut off by the phone being taken from her by Jim and she looked at him confusingly.
"Birch?...Yeah, it's Fullington. Look, I suggest you leave Lyria the fuck alone...Why? Cause I don't take to kindly to punks like you trying to horn in on what's mine." Jim stated smugly and Illyria's jaw dropped to the table as he handed the phone back to her. "Pick your jaw up off the table before I stick somethin' in your mouth to occupy the space."
She closed her mouth quickly as she blushed profusely. "Well, fuck me. Adam? You still there?"
"Yeah...I'm still here. What's Fullington's deal?" He asked and she watched as Jim and Sara whispered back and forth.
"I believe he already answered that, I'm sorry Adam but it just ain't gonna happen." Illyria said and hung up the phone before he could say anything else. "You don't take kindly to punks like him horning in on what's yours?"
"That's what I said."
"You know...if you were anybody else right now, you'd be wearing that beer instead of drinking it." She told him, pointing to his beer and he laughed.
"And because I am who I am?"
"It's my turn to say 'aw fuck it'." Illyria stated as she stood up, moved over to sit down in his lap and kissed him hard. After the kiss ended she wiggled around in his lap so she could face Mark and Sara causing him to groan. "Sorry Jim."
"Just don't expect to be getting up for a while." He said and she giggled.
"So, what did he actually want?" Sara asked, watching in amusement as Jim wrapped his arms around Illyria's waist and pulled her close to him.
"Said that he was in town and was calling to see if I wanted to get together." Illyria explained and turned her head around to watch Jim take a drink of his beer, thinking back to something she had seen him do one time.
"Hey Jim?" Sara spoke up and Illyria turned back around to her to see her smiling evilly.
"Yeah?"
"You remember what you did at One Night Stand with the woman in the crowd..."
"Sara! Don't you fucking dare!" Illyria warned her, trying to escape from Jim's arms but he just tightened his grip on her waist.
"Stay right where you are Lyria. What about it Sara?" Jim asked, a smile slowly spreading across his face. He already had an idea what she was going to say about it but he wanted to be sure before he followed through with the plan that was quickly forming in his mind.
"Lyria always told me that she wanted you to do it on her someday." Sara stated and Illyria growled.
"I am so going to fucking kill you for this Sara Callaway!" Illyria hissed.
"Stand up Lyria." Jim said but she refused to move. "Illyria stand up." He growled in her ear and she shot up off his lap causing him to laugh. "Now, I'm going to make these boys in here wish they were in my damn shoes." Jim told her and she sighed.
Illyria knew what was coming, she had been dreaming for a long time that he would do this to her and now her dream was finally coming true. She let out a yelp of surprise when he grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back as her eyes closed, Illyria shivered a little at the coldness of the beer as he poured it all over her chest and she waited in anticipation for what she knew was coming next.
"You ready?"
"Yes." No sooner had she got that out and Jim's face was buried in her chest as he licked and sucked the beer off of her. Illyria reached up with one hand and held his head close to her, barely hearing the cat calls and shouts of encouragement from the other men in the bar. When he was sure that he had gotten all of the beer off of her chest he pulled away from her but not before kissing her so hard she knew her lips were going to be swollen in no time. After the kiss ended she looked into his eyes and saw that they were darkened with desire which she was sure was the same way hers looked. "Take me upstairs, please?" She whispered.
"And use my 'big stick' on you?" He questioned, his eyes shining with amusement as she nodded.
"Sara we're going..." That's when it hit her, Jim mentioned his 'big stick' which was an inside joke between her and Sara meaning only one thing. He was standing in the doorway the whole time! "You fucking lied to me!" Illyria hissed at Jim who looked at her in shock.
"I what?"
"You lied to me Jim! Don't play dumb and act like you don't know what I'm talking about!"
"Lyria..." Sara spoke up, trying to cut in and explain something to her.
"Stay out of this Sara! You were standing in that locker room doorway the whole time tonight and you told me you weren't, why?"
"Because I wasn't! I have no fucking clue what the hell you are talking about."
"Bullshit!"
"Illyria Ann Szatowski!" Sara shouted and Illyria turned to look at her, rage in her eyes.
"What?"
"I told him about the 'big stick' joke when you were on the phone with Adam."
"Shit!" Illyria turned around to apologize to Jim but found him nowhere in sight. "Great, just great."
"Go find him darlin'." Mark told her and she nodded, racing out of the bar.
Illyria crossed her fingers as she got on the elevator, hoping that he went back to his room. Once she arrived at his room she knocked on the door and waited to see if he would answer. The door opened a few minutes later to reveal a shirtless Jim standing there holding a beer with one hand and holding the door open with the other. "I'm sorry Jim."
"Come in Lyria." He said, stepping aside. She walked into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Why did you think I fucking lied to you?"
"Sara was teasing me tonight when I saw you on the monitor and said it was you, she said "He's got his 'big stick' too." to which I replied by saying that you could use your 'big stick' on me anytime. Then I mentioned about wanting to have one night with you if I couldn't have no more than that when you showed up. You said that about your 'big stick' downstairs at the bar and I just readily assumed that you were standing in the doorway the whole time and just lied to me about it...again I'm sorry." She apologized.
He sat there for a few minutes just looking at her before a big evil smile spread across his face. "So, you ready for my 'big stick'?"
Illyria blushed a little bit at the bluntness of his question but then she got up, stripped her clothes off and got on the bed. "I've been ready for eleven years." She replied huskily, watching him as he removed the rest of his clothes and climbed on the bed, his body moving on top of hers.
"Then I won't keep you waiting any longer."