Page 1 of Killian

Chapter One

Killian sat in his truck, the door open and his feet resting on the running board. He could hear the music blaring from inside the bar, but he had no desire to go back inside. All he wanted was a cold beer before heading home.

As he watched people stroll through the parking lot, he couldn’t help but smile when a group of giggling women waved at him. He shook his head, knowing they were probably a little tipsy and hoping they had a designated driver. The last thing he wanted was to be on the road with an intoxicated driver, but he knew it was inevitable no matter where he went. Some people never learned.

“You should come join us,” one of the women called out, causing Killian to chuckle.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“We bet you are. That’s why you should come join us.” The women laughed and continued on their way.

Killian laughed and shook his head as they disappeared from sight. Just as he was about to turn on the seat to get into his truck, a woman with blonde hair caught his eye. She appeared nervous as she made her way toward him. Curiosity got the better of him, so he stayed put to see what she would do. He couldn’t take his eyes off her or the way her jeans hugged her body and how the T-shirt she wore stretched tight across her breasts.

He was surprised when she reached him,removed his hat, handed it to him, then stepped between his legs. She took a deep breath, and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him on the lips without hesitation. His hands instinctively went to her waist as she moaned against his mouth. As she slowly pulled away, she looked at him with a playful grin.

“Happy birthday,” she said.

Killian chuckled. “Thanks, but it’s not my birthday.”

“What?” She stepped back, looking confused.

“It’s not my birthday,” he confirmed.

“Wait... aren’t you, Vince?”

“Nope, sorry. But now I kind of wish I was.” He glanced at her lips before meeting her gaze again. “Are there more where that came from?”

“Oh my God. Carly said it was a black truck.”

Killian glanced around the parking lot, then back at her. “There are at least six other black trucks here that I can see. It’s hard to tell how many more are around back.”

“Damn,” she muttered.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Killian asked.

“Celine.”

“Killian.”

“I am so sorry,” Celine apologized.

“Don’t be. That kiss was the best thing that’s happened to me tonight.” He grinned, tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. “Did you lose a bet or something?”

She laughed, making him grin even wider. “Actually, yes I did.”

“Well, whoever Vince is, his loss is definitely my gain.”

“I guess I should’ve asked for your name first,” Celine realized with a shake of her head.

“No need to apologize, because if you had asked, I wouldn’t have gotten that amazing kiss from you.” Their eyes met and neither of them could look away. Killian felt her gaze like a touch on his skin and he wanted more.

“I should probably go back inside,” Celine murmured, but made no move to leave.

Killian nodded in understanding. “If you really have to.”

“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime, Killian.”

“I sure hope so. Hey, give me your phone.”

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