 Hi everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “lip”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look! Rhett chuckled at her confession. He pushed off the counter until he was standing. “We’ll, before my sitter gets here, I need to run to the store and get something to eat.”
He watched her nibble at her lower lip. It made him want to take a bite of it himself. There was definitely some conflict going on in her head. “I could try to go with you. I should still make it in time.” “Morgan, I know I worried you. I’m sorry about that. And I can’t say that I’m in a good place yet. From last night, we know that all too well that I’m not. But I promise you, nothing will happen to me if I go to the store. I will call you when I get back. Okay?” She heaved a sigh then nodded. “Okay, that works for me.” She scuttled across the floor to him and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’m holding you to that call. If you don’t, I’m sending Marv.” The jovial feeling that Rhett held in his heart flatlined. There was that asshole again. “Marv. Got it.” She pointed her index finger at him. “Don’t go there. I would only call him instead of the cops because he knows people far more intimidating than the police. It would be a whole new definition of being scared straight.” He laughed at her words. “Got it. I forgot that you don’t mess around.” “I don’t.” He gazed down at her big eyes. His breath caught in his throat. The chance was there to capture a kiss. He fantasized for a moment what it would feel like to have her lips pressed against his. He wondered what she tasted like. Except he forgot that she wasn’t that into him. She saved his life. She was trying to get through the pain that crippled him. That didn’t mean that she felt the same about him as he did about her. Instead he pecked her on the cheek like she did him. The simple gesture would have to get him by for now. He could have sworn that he heard her giggle.
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  “I closed the shop this afternoon,” Morgan informed him.
He blinked at her as he pulled himself from his thoughts. “I know.” “I have someone coming to hang with you.” “I don’t need a babysitter, Morg.” She stopped to glare at him for a long, hard moment. It was a silent message that there was no arguing about this with her. Not that she blamed her for thinking that way with everything that he put her through in such a short amount of time. He lifted up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. So who is coming over?” “Meathead,” was her simple answer. “Meathead? Why Meathead?” She cocked her head at him. “Because the big lug adores you. He was actually giddy when I asked him.” Rhett felt his cheeks warm a little. Yeah, Meathead was a klutzy goofball. He didn’t know that he actually liked Rhett. It was hard to find anyone who did. “Where are you going?” “I have an out of town appointment. It shouldn’t last very long.” Morgan scooped up a box that was lying on the coffee table. “And I need to return these. Again, it won’t take long.” Rhett nodded to the box. “Whatcha’ got there?” Morgan lifted the lid and angled it to him. Nestled inside were a pair of raspberry colored high heels. Rhett tried to envision her in them wrapped tight around her feet, her bare, soft legs… Whoops. The rascal in his pants was at it again. He squirmed on the desk to hide his growing erection. She scowled a little at him. He cleared his throat and asked the question on his mind. “Why take them back? They don’t fit?” “Oh, no. They fit. I was trying to get in touch with my feminine side. Unfortunately, I forgot that I don’t have one.”  Hi everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “eighteen”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look! By the time that she returned to the table to take her shot, there were a couple of big, burly guys dressed in leather and denim waiting for their turn. Rhett cocked his head in their direction as she got closer to him.
“Hope you wanted only one game,” he whispered in her ear. She laughed. “That’s Chuck and Dave. They can wait. They might growl loud, but there’s no bite. I have a full day tomorrow, though. If you’re okay with one, I am.” He grinned at her. It made her heart race faster than it already was. “As long as you promise me another game another day.” Her voice was a squeak as she answered. “Okay.” There wasn’t much more said as they exchanged shots to finish the game. Of course, Rhett beat her, leaving six of her balls still on the table. They handed their cues to the waiting Chuck and Dave before returning to their seats at the bar. Morgan settled their tab with the waitress. Finishing off her drink, she said her goodbyes to Marv. As she lifted off the stool, Rhett did the same. The walk home was just as quiet as the final few moments of the pool game. Morgan was alright with it. When Rhett spoke, when he smiled at her, she couldn’t help herself. The old feelings that she had when she was an eighteen-year-old kid resurfaced. She wanted him to be okay. She wanted him to stay alive, to find something to live for. But, despite how hard she tried not to think about it, she couldn’t fight the fact that she was still in love with him. She wanted to be what he lived for. Maybe, after her appointment the next day, she could find a way to distance herself. It was hell, though. “Morg?” She nearly jumped out of her skin when her name was spoken. She glanced at Rhett, finding his hands shoved in his jeans pockets. Fuck, he was adorable. Kind of like a big puppy. She just wanted to cuddle him. “Yeah?” she questioned. "Is everything okay? We were talking and having a good time and then you got really quiet." She forced a smile on her face. "Of course. I'm just lost in my thoughts." "Are you sure?" He let out a heavy sigh. "I don't want to screw up anything between us. Tonight was the first time in a very long time that I honestly had a good time. You are the only one who gives a shit about me. I’d be dead if it wasn’t for you. I don’t want to screw that up. I’m sorry if I did.” Hi everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “arm”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look! He rounded the pool table until he was standing behind her. He laid one hand on her hip as he took the wrist holding the stick in the other. His touch left goose pimples all over her arm. Well, it left it all over the rest of her for that matter. He nudged her to lean over the table. A dirty fantasy popped briefly into her mind as she shivered.
Morgan was very aware of Rhett’s body tight to hers as he adjusted her hold on the cue. She could feel his chest rise and fall against her back. His hips fit against her ass like they belonged there. Her eyes widened. Was he hard? She shook her head. She had to get it out of her mind. She wasn’t his type. “You okay?” he asked. “Yeah. Just thinking. So how do I make this shot?” His lips were against her ear. “Like this.” Hooking the tip of the cue under the ball, he helped her thrust it forward. The simple motion rocked his body into hers then into the table. The white ball took its little hop over the other then struck one of Morgan’s. Hers didn’t get anywhere near the hole but she was out of danger of losing the game to him. Losing her sanity? That was still on the table. Rhett straightened himself and let her go. The first chance she got, Morgan scampered from his grasp. She scurried to the table where she left her ginger ale and downed what was left. Then she glanced back at him. He smiled at her, a warm smile that turned her inside out. He chalked his cue slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. She licked her lower lip. She couldn’t help herself. The way he looked at her, she just wanted to kiss him so hard that it stole his breath. She could have sworn his grin grew wider. She found him about to take his own life the day before. What she felt was an age-old desire she held deep in her core from the days she used to lust over him in his high school football uniform. Nothing more. She sighed to herself. She needed to get control of herself now before she ended up with another broken heart.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “paint”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look! She gnawed her bottom lip as she chalked the tip then leaned over the edge. She glanced up before she lined up her shot. Rhett stood on the other side of the table, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze looked hungry as he watched her.
Morgan swallowed hard then turned her focus back to the game. She struck the white ball the best she could. The repercussions sent the other balls scattering across the felt. “Nice shot,” Rhett quipped. “Thanks,” she replied. She concentrated on a chipped flake of paint on her nail as Rhett took his turn. Butterflies she didn’t know she had took off in her belly. She wasn’t as pure as the fresh driven snow. She had her fair share of lovers. But ever since High School, Rhett was the only man who shared her fantasies. To see him look at her like that filled her with a heat that she only felt in her dreams. The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled her from her thoughts. She blinked herself back to her senses to find Rhett grinning at her. He looked amused with himself. He motioned to the table. “Your turn, Morgan.” “Thanks.” Morgan studied the table. The white ball was tucked into the corner behind two of Rhett’s. “Oh, thanks. I get to figure out how to get out of that without hitting yours and giving you the game.” “You could hop your ball over it.” She scowled at him. “And I do that how.” “Let me show you.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “sound”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look! Rhett chuckled as he took another drink of ginger ale. The sound of his laugh made Morgan’s heart swell. At the moment he seemed relaxed. After the night she experienced the night before in his bed, seeing him enjoy himself meant the world to her. Maybe later they would get a good night's sleep as well.
The waitress brought their baskets to them with a wink for each of them. Marv migrated to the other side of the bar from them. He flashed a small smile to Morgan. He was out of his mind to think Rhett wanted her, even though she wanted him so bad it hurt. They had been friends for so long. That was all they were. Nothing more. She glanced back to Rhett to find him tearing into his burger like it was his last meal on earth. He swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Dang, this is the best burger I have ever had,” Rhett confessed. “I’m glad you like it,” Morgan replied. He stared at her as he clutched the sandwich in his hands. “Hey, I know I turned Meathead down. But do you want to shoot a game of pool? Maybe you can help me shake the rust off.” Morgan nodded then slipped off her stool. “Sure. Let me call a table for us.” “That would be great.” Morgan gave him a grin before she headed to the other side of the building. Patrons stopped to talk to her as she went. She looked up at Rhett to find him watching her as he munched on a pickle. Was that possessiveness in his gaze? A knot twisted in her core. She sure wished he’d felt that way. She slapped a dollar bill on the gaming table to hold their place then returned to him. “Better eat up fast, mister. We’re next,” she informed him. “Yes, ma’am.” They finished their baskets in record time then picked up their glasses. They wove their way through the crowded bar, squeezing against each other if the opening was too narrow. Rhett’s free hand brushed hers one too many times. It felt like she had been shocked by an electric wire. The current reverberated through her nerves, leaving her light headed. Morgan inspected the cues as Rhett racked the balls. He pulled the plastic triangle free then gestured to it. “Ladies first.” Morgan grinned at him as she picked a stick and sashayed to the table. “Such a gentleman.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “fight”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look! A waitress slid a glass of bubbly amber liquid to Rhett. She set a bottle of beer in front of Morgan with a wink before hurrying to help another client.
Rhett took a sip from his tumbler then studied it. “Who is the guy you are interested in, then?” Morgan took a drink of beer then glared at him. “That’s none of your business either.” There was a long moment of silence between them as Rhett gazed at her. Then he winked. “I see. So Meathead then? I mean, how can you resist the big guy?” Morgan nearly dropped her drink as she erupted in laughter. She slugged Rhett in the arm with her free hand. “I swear, Rhett. Better not flirt with me. He’ll come looking for a fight if he finds you messing with his girl.” “I better watch out then.” “Watch out for what?” Morgan watched Rhett’s eyes widened. She knew hers did. She felt like a school kid getting busted. She tried to stifle her giggles as she turned on her stool towards Meathead. “Nothing, Bud. We’re just kidding around with each other. How’s your night going?” “Great.” Meathead slapped a hand on Rhett’s shoulder. For the first time since the two men met, Rhett didn’t flinch. “Glad to see this guy. Bet you shoot a mean game of pool, Rhett.” Rhett set his glass down then raised his hands in mock surrender. “It’s been awhile since I’ve played.” “We’re going to eat first. After that, if Rhett won’t play, then I’ll be happy to hand your ass to you,” Morgan interjected. Meathead tutted at her before he strode off. “You wish.” Morgan waved down the waitress again. The girl beamed at them as she skidded to a stop. She reminded Morgan of Jessica from her younger years. Did Rhett think that too? She sucked in a breath to redirect her thoughts before she spoke. “Can he get a menu? I want the cheddar bacon burger with fries.” “Make that two,” Rhett added. “And a side of fried pickles.” He glanced at Morgan. “You are all the ones earlier.” Morgan grinned at him. “Well, you didn’t ask.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “bare”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look! For a brief moment, Morgan let her mind wander. What would it be like to have one sensual night with both Marv and Rhett? Not that she ever had a threesome before in her life, but to be pressed between the two men, their bare, hot flesh against hers…
“Earth to Morgan. Come in, Morgan.” She blinked herself back to her senses to find Rhett back on his stool. He was still glaring at her. It didn’t matter. She still felt like she was set on fire. “I ordered you a ginger ale,” she managed to get out. He stared at her. In the neon glow, she could see the hard planes of his face soften. “Thanks. So what makes you come here of all places? It’s a far cry from the library.” She motioned to the patrons around them. Some were drinking, some were playing pool. A couple were getting loud enough that a fist fight was imminent. “These are my people. This is where my business comes from. I know nearly everyone here and I’ve inked almost all of them.” She pointed at a tiny blonde in a low cut tee bending over a pool table to line up a shot while displaying her ass to the guys behind her. “I put a hummingbird on Trixie’s shoulder about a month ago.” She then motioned to one of the men getting boisterous in the corner. “Gary, the one making a fist, is halfway through a three session bald eagle on his back. Hell, even Marv has a set of steer horns on his bicep courtesy of me.” Rhett’s countenance darkened again. “Marv.” This time Morgan frowned with him. Enough was enough. “What is the deal with you and Marv. You don’t even know him.” Rhett shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I didn’t realize you were into guys like him. That’s all.” “I’m not.” “Have you gone out with him?” “A few times.” Rhett snarled. “Have you slept with him?” Morgan raised her index finger up as if to scold him. “First of all, who I sleep with is frankly none of your business. You’ve been back in my life for a couple of days. I am my own woman now. I do not need an overbearing ass calling the shots for me. I have not slept with Marv. He’s not the guy I’m interested in, okay. End of discussion.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “simple”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look! “Did you get the fried pickles I sent to you? Meathead said he dropped them by, but I know the big guy. Sometimes his stomach overrules his brain.”
“He was a good boy. I got them.” Morgan glanced at Rhett and gave him a simple smile. “Marv, I’d like to introduce you to Rhett. Rhett, this is Marv.” Marv offered his hand to Rhett. “It’s nice to meet you, man. I’ve heard so much about you.” Rhett accepted it and shook it firmly. The action was cold and robotic. “Funny. I’ve hardly heard anything about you.” He pulled free from Rhett’s grip. “I’m heading to the can.” Morgan watched Rhett as he stormed across the bar towards the neon green “restrooms” sign. She didn’t move until he disappeared down the hallway. She felt her cheeks burn as she turned back to Marv. “I am so sorry for the way he’s acting. He’s been struggling since he left the service. It’s no excuse, though. He shouldn’t be that rude to you.” Marv cocked a grin at him. “It’s fine, Morgan. I appreciate his service. I have a cousin going through the same thing that Rhett is and it’s hell. But I doubt Rhett’s demons are what’s prompting his actions. I only see a guy act like that if some asshole is making the moves on his girl.” Morgan’s heart lodged in her throat. She tried to laugh his words away. “I think you’re mistaken. Rhett was engaged to Jessica Barnes. He’s not over her yet.” “Jessica Barnes? Blonde, big tits, thinks she’s god’s gift to the planet?” “That’s the one.” Marv flipped up a glass off the bar and held it under a tap. His movements were music as he tugged the handle down to let the amber liquid flow. “I don’t sense that she’s the girl he wants to bang right now. I think his taste might run a little darker at the moment. I know mine do.” Morgan was thankful for the dark tavern. Her face felt like it was on fire. Marv slid the glass in front of her with a wink. “Can you get him a ginger ale?” she asked with a squeak in her voice. “Sure thing, hot stuff.” Marv sauntered to the back, leaving Morgan with her stampeding heart.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we have a picture prompt. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The inside of the Tailpipe was dark, illuminated only by a few dim lamps and the neon beer signs that lined the walls. The bar itself was a deep chocolate brown, marred by the stains on sweating beer bottles and the nicks of the rough clientele that frequented the place. Morgan had seen more than one pocket knife gouged into it.
Marv never cared. He still slid a cold one to the offending party. She huffed. That shit would never fly in her establishment. She sat down onto her favorite stool next to the pewter skull resting on the surface of the wood. Marv said he found it in a field while he was tending a herd of cattle. He thought it fit in with the decor of the business. Each time she was there, Morgan rubbed it for good luck. Marv laughed at her but she didn’t care. She had a successful business and a warm home. It had to work. That night she gave it an extra caress or two. Dealing with Rhett and all of his shit, she could use all the luck she could get. Speaking of the devil, he plopped down on the seat next to her. He was still glaring at her. She gave him a smile in response. Maybe it would lighten him up a bit. Nope. Nothing. The corners of his mouth didn’t even twitch. She spent a little too much time staring at them. She always wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Biting back a sigh, she closed her eyes and looked away. It wasn’t going to happen, especially now that he hated her guts for no good reason. “Hey, beautiful.” Morgan’s eyes snapped open. She heard a very distinct, audible growl next to her. “Hey there, Marv.” |
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