110It's Friday and like most Fridays I'm at work and actually enjoying my shift. Stevie and I have been laughing all night and making some pretty great money. The bullshit of the fight in the kitchen from a month ago has died down and no one talks about it really anymore. Jeremy and Morgan still don't like each other and other than to call out a ticket don't speak which works for me. Also, Jeremy has started to just leave me alone and I greatly like that part.
The only down side to this Friday is that when the shift ends Morgan has to go out of town until Sunday. For once it has nothing to do with his brother and I'm not at all stressed about it. Yet, his dad has a conference and wanted Morgan to come. Apparently, he used to go all the time, yet when we started to date, he kind of started to slack off on their trips. I felt kind of bad when he told me. I would never want to take away from his family time.
"Have any plans tonight?" Stevie dances around me to pour a beer and I shake my head no as I read a ticket in my hand. "Why not? Lover boy not locking you away all weekend?"
"He doesn't lock me away," my eyes roll at her. "We just like spending time together."
"Mhmm…"
"Plus, didn't we do a girls' night last week?" I pointed out because I very much recall last Tuesday both Stevie and I were off and we hit a couple places and ended back at her house and gossiped all night.
"That was because Morgan was working and we still made a pit stop here for a drink before going out," she pointed out and I just shrug.
"Well, still. I'm free tonight if you are trying to do something," I tell her and see a huge smile spread across her face.
"Well, hello, Lover boy," her eyes cut over my shoulder and I spin to see the boy of the hour. "I'm going to steal your girlfriend tonight."
"Is that so?" Morgan leans on the corner of the bar and fiddles with a fry I had ordered. Popping one in his mouth, his brow arches up and I can't help but smile. God, I love this boy.
"Yes, that is," Stevie plants her hand on her hip with a matter-of-fact tone. "Ya'll can spend a night away from each other. I need her. There's this guy I kind of like and he works at the place off Avondale and I really want to go up there but don't want to go alone."
"Well as long as you two stay safe," Morgan acts like he actually has a say in if I do something or not, but he knows he doesn't. No one has a right to tell me I can't do something. If you say no, it just makes me want to do it more. "Just have fun. Safe fun, but fun."
"Well thank you, dad," Stevie bounces to his side and presses a kiss to his cheek and I roll my eyes. "Landon where is my shit?!" I hear her scream pushing into the kitchen and the door closes.
"Didn't tell her I won't be here tonight anyway, huh?" a smirk dances on his lips and I shrug.
"Let her have it…"
"When do you get off?" he glances at his phone, the time showing almost nine.
"Since you aren't going to be here Stevie and I may just close together. I need the exact cash anyway," I shrug flipping a bottle up and pouring a drink. "Here, Kim," I wink at the older woman and go back to grabbing another bottle.
"Babe, you short on cash?" Morgan goes to pull out his wallet and I quickly shake my head no at him. "Char…"
"Morgan, I don't need your money," I tell him, never liking people giving me money. I work my ass off. I pay all my bills and take care of myself. Just sometimes things pop up you have to take care off. "I told you I think I needed a new tire. So, I was just saving up a little more and may just get them all replaced. They are hella old."
"I told you last week I would take the car and do it. I worry about you driving. Especially in the rain. That back one is almost completely bald."
"And I'm going to fix it next week."
"How about when I come home Sunday, we go fix them and if I have to spot you some extra cash I will."
"Morgan-"
"I know, I know. You don't want my money," he waved his hand at me cutting me off. "It can just be like a loan. I'd rather you owe me money then driving in an unsafe car."
"Do I have any shot at winning this argument?"
"Not even going to pretend you might," Morgan's tone is clear and my eyes roll. "Baby, I love you and I just want you ok. Not like I'm buying you a house. It's legit just tires," he speaks soft and I nod as he brushes a hair behind my ear. "I'm off in like thirty minutes."
"Yeah," I chew my lip and take a step closer to him. "Come see me before you do?"
"Of course. Maybe Stevie will let you have a small break to hang with me before I leave. You did open and haven't had one today," he points out and I nod knowing Stevie will. "Guess, I'll get back to work," he lifts my chin and gives me a light kiss. Now that everyone knows guess it's not that big of a deal anymore if we show affection at work. "See you in a bit, babe," he spins on his feet and back through the swinging door.
"He is very attractive," I look to see Kim staring at where Morgan retreated. "Good job, Charlie."
"I know," I gush leaning on the bar in front of her. "I don't know how I got him but I'm going to do my best to never lose him."
"I wouldn't either. Plus, he has a really cute butt," she winks and I let out a loud laugh shaking my head at her. She is too much. She's probably in her early seventies and won't lie in amazing health for a woman her age. She always has me laughing. I've waited on her about four years and every time she comes in, I makes my day. Her husband passed away a few years ago and I think she gets lonely. Which is why she likes coming in here and just smiling and talking to 'all us young folks. She always has the best stories. I bet she was a blast to party with back in the day.
"It is pretty great, huh?"
"I bet I could bounce a quarter off that thing," she smirks and I shake my head sending her a wink. Walking down the bar to help another customer with a laugh. She's right though. I bet I could.
We got busy. Like I mean slammed balls to the wall and next thing I know it's ten thirty and we're just now dying down. My feet are throbbing from being on them all day and I'd love nothing more than to crack my back against this bar, but I'm kinda happy we got busy because that means Morgan didn't get off as soon as he thought so it gave me a little more time to flirt and joke with him.
Yet sadly, the time has come and when I see him standing at the end of the bar drumming his finger on the bar I frown. Stevie already told me I could take a break. At first, I wasn't going to because we got so busy but we've died down now.
"Shot?" I dance down the bar, wiping the spot in front of Morgan and he nods. "Stevie?" I call behind me waving the vodka bottle in my head.
"God, yes," she agrees as she wipes down the other side of the bar.
"Guess we'll just pregame here," I laugh and Morgan nods. A serious look on his face as he looks at his phone. "You, ok?"
"Yeah," he types something back and slides his phone in his pocket. "Dax just text me. Wanted me to help him with something, but I reminded him I'm going away with dad tonight."
"He, ok?" I shake the vodka to chill it and he shrugs. He's gotten better at talking to me about Dax, but I can tell it still makes him uncomfortable. It's like he will only talk so much, before he changes the subject and shuts down. Almost like he is worried if I hear too much, I might get scared and run. "It'll get better at some point, Morgan."
"Will it?" his brow arches and I look down as I pour the shots into the little plastic cups. "Because I feel no matter how hard I try to pull him out of it he just pulls me back in."
"I'm sorry, babe," I place my hand on his and give a sad tight smile. "Wish I could fix it for you."
"What can anyone do? Family, right?" he released a dry laugh and I offer a nod. "Stevie!" he calls out, his mood completely changing to a chipper one as he waves at my friend. "Come here. Let's do this thing. I want to steal my girl for a minute."
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Keep it in your pants," Stevie moves down and grabs her cup. "Cheers my loves. To a great night!"
"To a great night," Morgan keeps his eyes locked on mine as we all throw them back and toss the cups in the trash. "I'll return her in a few."
"No rush. It's pretty dead now. I know you've had a long day," Stevie pats my back and I nod. More like a long week. Our daytime bartender is out of town so I've worked five doubles all week. I think my back will forever be on fire. "Go, have fun. Plus, Mark text me earlier that if we're slow to shut down around eleven. He apparently has a huge catering thing tomorrow and he and Landon have to start some tonight and come in early to finish in the morning."
"I don't hate that," I look at my phone suddenly way more excited about the time.
"Here, have a drink. Go hang out and I'll start closing people out and count money. Then we clean and bounce."
"Have I told you lately you're my favorite person?" Morgan grins snatching the beers in her hand. "Because you're my favorite person Stevie."
"Yeah, I don't mind you either, Lover Boy," she sends a wink and skips down the bar. Stevie and Morgan actually becoming good friends over the last few months. I don't know when it started but it makes me happy. I enjoy one of my best friends getting along with my boyfriend. It makes life so much easier.
"Come on," Morgan laces his fingers through mine and starts to pull me through the back.
"Leaving already, Charlie?" I hear Jeremey and I roll my eyes.
"No…" I turn to face the line of guys and feel Morgan's hand tighten on mine. "But Stevie did say Mark text we can close at eleven. Landon he should be here soon."
"Cool," he tossed a rag on the line and grabbed his phone. "Guys if ya'll want to start shutting things down go ahead. I have start to smoke twenty racks of ribs tonight and have to portion out way too many sauces and salads. So, I'll be happy to start knocking stuff out before coming back and doing wings burgers in the morning."
"Do you need me to stay?" Morgan slowly ask as his thumb strokes my hand. "I can stay to knock stuff out. I don't mind."
"Your good man," Landon waved his hand at him. "I know you're heading out tonight to head to Ashville," he types something on his phone and see Jeremey's ear perk up at that. "You got approved for that before this order came up."
"Ok," Morgan paused a moment, not sure if he should push harder to help. However, Landon just pulls hit phone to his ear and starts toward the dish.
"Guess that means we can go," I grin and we head out the back door into the crisp air. "Weather is nice tonight," I comment walking over and easing on the box sitting outside.
"Yeah, it feels really nice," Morgan walks over and eases next to me and hands me my beer. "You, ok?"
"Yeah," I roll my neck wishing so bad it would pop. "My neck and back have been killing me this week."
"Come here," he stands up and I spin to hang my legs off the other side and Morgan starts working knots all through my shoulders and neck. "Have you been to that place before that Stevie was talking about?"
"I went there with the boys a few times," I explain and my head drops as he starts to work a spot on my neck that sends a tingle all through my body. It hurts, but feels good all at the same time. "It's kinda a cool place. More like a dive bar with loud music."
"You love a good dive bar," he chuckles and I nod. "But I've been there before. Please be careful."
"Morgan, you do realize I took care of myself just fine for twenty-two years before I met you," I sip my beer and hear him chuckle behind me. "I know how to hang out in a bar and not get kidnapped."
"I know, baby," I feel his warm breath dance in my ear and I shiver. "I just worry. As a boyfriend I'm allowed," he informs me and I just nod as I feel his lips graze across my ear.
"Yeah," I reach up and thread my hand through his short locks and hold his head in place as I feel him start to kiss down my neck. Pulling my sleeve off my shoulder his lips make contact with my bare skin and I smile. "That feels nice," I whisper out, thinking the lips maybe better than his hands working the knots.
Morgan gripping my leg and spinning me around to face him and he steps between my legs, placing both his hands on my cheeks and lifting me up for a kiss I feel in my toes. Man, I love kissing this boy. Wrapping my legs around his waist I yank him into me and almost giggle as my ankles lock on around him and rest against his backside. He does have a great butt.
"Where are those cameras again?" Morgan mumbles against my lips and I pull back to look up at the black object just above our heads.
"Right there," I pant out as his mouth just again finds my neck. "Babe, anyone walks into that office they will see us."
"Maybe they will learn something," he teases and I roll my eyes placing my hand on his chest and pushing him back a step. "Charlie…" he growls and I want to roll my eyes at him. He acts like he never gets laid.
"Stop pouting," I lift my beer and chug most of it before sitting it by his. Knowing I need a little courage if I'm about to do what I'm debating doing. "Come here," I hop off the box and start pulling him around the building toward a small wall we've made out in a few times. It almost like a little hallway that comes out by the back bar door we only use to drop off deliveries.
"What you thinking?" his thumb strokes my bottom lip I was holding between my teeth. Sliding my hands down his chest I lean up kissing his neck and his head drops back giving me more access. "I probably smell like grease."
"I don't care," I fiddle with his belt and hear him groan. "I want you…" his mouth slams back into mine and kisses me deep and I feel myself ach for him. We kiss awhile longer before he pulls back looking disappointed. "What?" he grabs my hands from releasing the want I can feel and see wanting to bust out. "Do you not want too?"
"Clearly you know that answer," he glances at his hard on and I blush a little. "I just can't. I don't have anything on me."
"Babe, it's ok," I laugh shaking my head and his eyes crease and brows pull. "I'm on the pill," I explain. "I have for years now," I told him wondering if that is something I should have shared before.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I thought you knew that," I told him, but then realize why would he know that if I've never told him. Though I wasn't having sex I had some pretty intense irregular periods growing up and they put me on it to regulate them. It was kind of nice knowing when I'm going to get it and not getting a very awkward surprise while at work or out somewhere.
"I didn't…" he looks down at my lower half and seems to slowly grin. "So that means I can take you whenever I want?"
"Within reason," I tell him knowing we've always used a condom. It wasn't like I was scared of getting pregnant that I forced him too, it was more he has been around and when we first met, I wanted to be safe. I didn't want to first time out catch something and then have it my entire life. However, I finally asked him before we were first together and he explained he was very clean and even offered to go to a doctor to prove it. I didn't make him do it. However, every time after we had sex, he just had this gifted way of not even stopping it and he slipped it on. Half the time I didn't even realize it until I saw him discard it in a trash can and cleaned himself.
"Fuck yes," he lights up like a kid one Christmas and starts to hit the button on my shorts. "Do you know how amazing it feels without a condom?"
"Is it really that different?" I wonder, not that I would know because anything I've done has been with him. Any sex I've had has been with him.
"Yes, it's great even with one, but without," he tugs my pants down a hair and I'm still confused. "Like…" he takes his finger and slowly runs them over my underwear and I instantly feel myself twitch. "Feels good right?" he asks and I slowly nod as I bite my lip. "Still feels good. Still makes you cum and happy, but…" his hand slips into the front of my underwear and he takes a finger and slides it between my folds.
"Morgan…" I moan pushing up on my toes a bit and grip his shoulders.
"Skin on skin is so much better," he smirks as his mouth drops to my neck and I curl my hand in his hair. His finger stroking over me and over and I tingle all over. "Baby you're already so wet," he chuckles and I would slug him for his cockiness but when his finger slides into me I'll save that thought for later.
Grabbing at his waist line I free him from his pants and give him a few light strokes as I wiggle from my pants enough for him to line up on me and in one quick motion his finger is gone and I feel him slide inside of me.
"Morgan…"
"Do you trust me?" he growls in my ear and I nod as I focus on him slowly moving in me. "Promise?" he asks and I just again nod because I'm afraid if I open my mouth, I might make a noise and I really don't want anyone to hear us. "Spin around…" he orders and suddenly my eyes fly open to look at him. "Trust me…" we lock eyes and with a hard swallow I nod and spin around. Morgan with drawling from me as I do and I feel my heart pound in my chest.
Taking my hands, he lays them flat against the wall and I watch every move he makes. I don't know what he is about to do but there is one thing I will not let him do and I hope he isn't debating it in his head. I will slug him if he does that.
"Pop you butt out…" he grabs my hips and force me to go into the position he asked.
"Morgan…" I find my voice looking at him nervous. "I don't want to do that," I tell him and hear him chuckle.
"I know," he presses a kiss to my trembling lips and I relax. Good, I'm glad he knows that. "I'm not doing that, but I love this position," he releases a growl as his hand rans across my bare ass and gives it a small slap and I squeal. Dang that stinged a little. "That ok?" and all I can do is offer a nod because I honestly don't know what is about to happen but I do know I liked it. "Good," he bites my earlobe and without a moment to think he sinks back inside of me and I feel full.
"Oh…" I release low as he starts to slam hard into me from behind and now, I get why he likes this. Not only does it feel great, but also, he is in complete control. He grabs my hips slamming hard into me over and over again but I don't mind it. I don't mind he is rougher than he normally is and I don't mind that I just let him do as he pleases because I'm not fully sure what I'm supposed to do anyway.
Just going with what feels good, I arch my back more and he growls. Feeling weirdly confident, I reach for his left hand and let it grip on my breast a minute and he squeezes it hard. Swallowing a very large nervous lump in my throat I toss a glance over my shoulder to see his eyes closed as he thrust inside of me. I take his hand and slowly slide it down my body and over the top of my most private area he is already in and his eyes fly open to look at me.
A fire sparking in his eyes, his right-hand wraps around hair yanking my neck back and biting my neck making me let out a cry. Licking his tongue up my neck he bites hard on my earlobe and yanks my hair back more to get more access.
"Want me to touch you?" he growls in my ear and I nod. "You want me inside of you and touching you?" he continues to thrust hard in me and I nod.
"Please…" I whisper and his eyes open to look at me and press not a very graceful kiss to his lip. "Touch me…" I moan against his lips. A low groan escaping his lips as I feel his hand start to rub me and I think I might instantly lose it.
Every nerve ending in my body feels like it's on fire, and I'm not sure if I want it to stop or continue. It feels so good, but almost feels too much and I don't know if I can handle it.
"Morgan…Morgan, I…" I try to get out I may want him to stop but he starts shaking his head.
"You're ok," he lets go of my hair and places his hand over my shoulder as he continues his movements. "I promise you're ok…just let go baby. Just let go."
"I can't…"
"Yes, you can…" he doesn't ease his hand off me or his thrust. "It'll feel amazing. Better than you can even imagine."
And just like always I take his word and trust him. I feel I'll always trust anything he says. Reaching behind me, I dig deep into his hair as I let everything I'm feeling go and relax. It building more and more in me that when I think I can't take it anymore, his free hand slams over my mouth and I let out a scream as I feel my whole insides explode.
"Oh my god," I feel like I might cry as he pumps a few more times in me and hits his peak. Wrapping a steady arm around me to hold me from crumbling on my shaking legs, I feel him pull out of me and spins me to kiss him. I feel him tug my pants up as he kisses me and then the zipper of his going up. "Morgan…" I moan in his mouth as my body still trembles. "Baby…that was…"
"I know," he pulls back with a smirk. "But you do need to go inside and go to the bathroom and clean yourself. I do too…" he looks down at his pants and I can't imagine how weird that must feel for him.
"I will, but I need a minute," I place my hands on his shoulders trying to get my body to calm down. "I can't feel my legs."
"You're welcome," he lets out a cocky grin and I roll my eyes.
"Why haven't we tried that before?"
"I don't know," he shrugs and brushes my hair back. "I just like to slow you into things. I just don't want to rush you or make you uncomfortable. But if you trust me, I can show you so many different things to make your body feel good," he explains and I nod biting my swollen lip looking at him. "By the way…so damn sexy taking control with my hand. You should definitely take control more often."
"Morgan…" I blush burying my face in his chest and feel his chuckle vibrate off him.
"What?" he kisses the top of my head, but I still won't look at him. "You know what feels good Charlie. You just have to tell me. I may think you like something, but I'm not feeling what you're feeling so you have to tell me."
"Ok," I flip my eyes up at him and give him a gentle kiss. "I'll tell you."
"Good…but guess we should start back in. Though I'd rather do this with you all night, I need to get home, shower, and change…"
"Ok…"
"But please be careful tonight, baby. That place can get kind of wild especially at night and unlike last time you were there you don't have your brothers," he tells me and though I could argue with him I won't. He just worries. He is allowed to worry. I worry about him too.
"Ok," I just agree, leaning up and giving him a final kiss. Lacing our hands together we start back to go inside and I swear my legs still feel like jello. "I'll text you when I get home."
"Thank you," he kisses the side of my head. "I love you."
"I love you, too," I smile and we step back inside the large building. A small smile crossing my lips as I think about what we just did outside. Something about no one knowing making me tingle all over. I'm kind of starting to enjoy this high I get from the rush of doing things that are normally not in character of me. I can definitely see why people get addicted to adrenalin. It's a hell of a thing.
Hope yall enjoy the new chapter. Next chapter things are going to start getting more intense.
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