 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.”
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 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.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “board”. 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 day wore on in silence. The only sound was the buzz of her needle and the idle chit chat she had with her clients. All she got from Rhett were one word answers.
She heard him open up to the woman she was tattooing as she ascended the staircase to her apartment. She quickly brewed a cup of coffee. Once it was ready, she poured it into a mug and added a splash of cream. It was a struggle to concentrate on Lydia’s arm as she embedded the bouquet of lilacs into her skin. That would happen with the little sleep she got. She listened to Rhett’s voice through the vents. It made her heart race. It was something she just couldn’t let go. She pulled her cell from her back pocket and tapped the screen. She searched through her contacts. She hadn’t talked to Liz, her cousin, in months. Liz was a counselor at the VA, though. Maybe she could give Morgan some tips on how to help Rhett fight his demons. She typed a quick text. Once she sent it, she gripped her mug in her hands and trotted back downstairs. Rhett’s chatter froze silent as she stepped into the room. Returning to the desk, he snarled to himself. Morgan still smiled at him before she returned to Lydia’s flowers. Morgan gave Lydia a quick hug as Rhett held out the care bag he put together for her. Once they were alone, Morgan turned to him. “So, I’m going to call in an order to the Tailpipe. Does a burger and fried pickles work for you?” Rhett swiped his cell phone off the desk. “I am a big boy, Morgan. I can handle being around alcohol. I’d like to go meet Marv.” He stormed across the room and threw open her already battered door. Morgan sighed as she followed him, closing and locking the door behind her. “I’m sure he’s dying to meet you, too.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “board”. 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 didn’t look amused as she strode away from him towards the window of her parlor. She stopped at the couch to pick a couple of pieces of lint from the couch cushion then fluff the pillows that sat there. She scooped up the lighter that she left on the metal top of her work station and flicked it open. The flame danced around on the tip.
Morgan glanced back at Rhett before she touched the fire to the blackened wick within the jar candle. He looked less spooked now. He still looked pissed. That was good. It meant that, at least for the moment, he let go of what was eating at him. What bothered him about Marv, though, was a mystery to her. Was he actually jealous? Morgan pushed it from her mind. She was helping her friend through a hard time. There were no romantic feelings for her in Rhett’s heart. There never had been. He just got flustered by Jessica a few minutes ago. That’s who he wanted, not the goth tattoo artist. She fought back a sigh as she moved onto the next candle. Marv wasn’t a threat, even though he wanted to be. The part time cowboy, part time bar owner was a new transplant in town and catered to the rougher crowd. Even though she wasn’t much of a drinker, she became a regular at Marv’s tavern, the Tailpipe. The folks dining at Aunt Sally’s weren’t her clientele. She knew where her bread and butter spent her time so she frequently had her supper there as well. The burgers and fried pickles there were to die for. Marv noticed her the first night she walked in. He started a conversation, asked her about her tattoos, told her she was drop dead gorgeous. Not that he wasn’t a looker. The plaid shirts and blue jeans that he wore thinly hid his muscular frame. His thick beard, moustache and neatly trimmed hair were a warm chocolate brown. His matching eyes could steal a woman’s heart and they were set on Morgan’s. But he was no Rhett. She went on a few dates with Marv. He took her horseback riding, laid out a picnic under the stars for her, anything that she wanted. His kisses nearly stole her breath away but not the memory of the man she truly loved. The same man staring daggers at her from across the room at that very moment just from the mention of Marv’s name.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “board”. 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 bang from downstairs pulled her from her thoughts. It had been so quick that she couldn’t make out what it was. Did she lock the safe when they went to lunch? Rhett wouldn’t have done anything, would he?
She swept the board and knife into the sink then grabbed the glasses. Water splashed over her hands as she sprinted for the staircase that led down into her shop. The image of a bloodied Rhett lying on the floor motionless filled her mind. Her heart raced as she jogged down the steps as fast as she could. She froze as she stepped out into the shop. There was no body waiting for her. Instead, the man in question was studying her front door now hanging on one hinge. There was a spiderweb crack across the logo on the glass. A sheepish looking Meathead stood by the desk with something in his hands. His motorcycle helmet was by his feet. She didn’t know the big man could change that many shades of red but here he was looking like a fresh picked tomato. “What’s going on, boys?” Morgan asked. Meathead held out a square white styrofoam container to her. “Marv wanted me to bring some of his fried pickles by to you. He said it wasn’t like you to stay away from the bar when you were in town. I was trying to take my helmet off and stumbled into the door. I’m sorry I broke it. I think I scared the shit out of Rhett.” She nodded to the desk. “Well, tell Marv thanks for me. I’ll be there tonight. And the door can be fixed. As long as no one was hurt, everything is okay.” Meathead set the container on the counter then shuffled his feet. “I’m good.” Morgan gave him a smile as she crossed the shop to Rhett. It was easy to tell he was shaking as he tinkered with the hinge. “How about you? Are you okay?” “I’ll live.” She nudged him with her elbow to get his attention. When she got it, she handed him a glass of water. The simple act got a grin from him. He took a sip and continued. “I’ll run down to the hardware store and get a new hinge. I can have it rehung by the time you close. So, who’s Marv?” Morgan winked at him. “I guess you’ll find out tonight.”  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!  He didn’t look injured. He looked agitated.
She'd rather him be physically hurt. She couldn’t imagine the tempest going on in his mind. “Is everything okay?” she asked. “It’s fine,” he replied. His voice was a low growl. “Are you sure?” Rhett sighed. “Morgan, I don’t think my being here is smart. There’s just too much baggage. I don’t want to ruin your life.” “You aren’t.” Rhett looked at the wall. “I am. Trust me. I’ve already ruined a few.” Morgan stepped towards him. He scrambled away from her. “Talk to me, Rhett,” Morgan begged. “There’s nothing to talk about.” Morgan huffed as she watched him. He still looked away in the direction they came, as if he could see through the wall back to Aunt Sally’s. She blew out a slow, steady breath. “I need a glass of water before I get back to work. Do you want one?” He barely shrugged. She fought back the urge to shake her head in disappointment. Striding to the staircase, she took the steps two at a time to her apartment. She crossed the room to the kitchen then reached for her cutting board. She scooped up a lemon and set it down on the wood. Rummaging through the drawer, she pulled out a knife. Her mind wandered as she sliced the fruit into thin slices. It was a miracle she didn’t chop her finger off. Fourth of July. Sally’s. Maybe Rhett was right. She was in way over her head. But she wasn’t about to give up on him. She needed help. She filled up a couple of glasses with water then dropped a few slices of lemon into each. Plucking a few sprigs of mint from her plant on the windowsill, she added them to the concoction.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “watch”. 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 gave her a small smile. “Well, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She pointed to a large flower pot nestle in the corner next to the red brick of the building. “I put a bird feeder in that one among the flowers. Sometimes I like to come out here and just watch the birds. I would hop the subway to Central Park to do the same thing.” “You miss New York City,” Rhett stated. Morgan gave him a half shrug. “Of course. It was home. I blended in there so much better than I ever did here.” He didn’t want the answer to the next question but it tumbled from his lips anyway. “And when are you going back?” “Not for a long while. I have more important things. I just opened a business. And, of course, there’s you.” She gave him a wink. She noticed his cheeks redden after it. They finished their meal, with the sounds of nature being the only commotion going on around them. They gathered the trash together and stood. As they rounded the building to the front door, a well dressed, rotund bald man stood on the top step. “May I help you?” Morgan addressed. The man tugged at his suit coat. “Ms. Deveroux, my name is George Baker. I own the bank in town. As a new business owner in our community, I wanted to know if we will have your support during the Fourth of July celebrations this year.” Morgan felt Rhett stiffen next to her. Even in the day or two they had spent together, she knew that was bad. He did it way too much. She rolled her shoulders back and tilted her chin. “Email the information to me and I’ll consider it.” “Ms. Deveroux, I do not send emails,” George Baker replied as his lips turned into a snarl. “Then have one of your assistants do it. A man of your prestige probably has two or three. Or you can put it in the postal mail. I don’t care. I have a client coming soon so please excuse us.” Morgan stomped up the steps and shoved her key in the lock. She gave the banker an even, unemotional look as she twisted the knob, pushed the door open and stepped inside. She held it open as Rhett followed her in. She noticed Baker move as if to join them. She slammed the door shut in his face before he could.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “question”. 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 buried his hands in his pockets as his head lowered. “I’m sorry about all that. I’m sorry about it all. They shouldn’t treat you like that.”
She shook her head a little to wave him off. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault.” “Are you mad at me?” She gazed into his eyes. What she saw made her heart plummet into her stomach. There was pain, unspeakable agony that stemmed from things she couldn’t even imagine. His question tore at her. She smiled at him. She could never be angry at him. She wasn’t capable of it. “Of course not. I will be, though, if that chicken salad gets warm. I haven’t had it for years and I’m dying to know if it’s as good as I remember. Come on. There’s a picnic table behind my shop. Let’s go eat.” They hurried their steps to the parlor then wove their way through the newly planted garden to the back door. The weathered wooden table came with the building and was in far worse shape. It took most of afternoon for Morgan to rebuild it until it was usable. At this moment, she was glad she did. It gave the two of them to enjoy the outdoors together. They took turns dividing their purchase between them. Settling each on a bench opposite of each other, they ripped the white, thick paper from their sandwiches and began eating. Rhett’s cheeks bounced as he chewed. Once he swallowed, he spoke. “This place looks so nice. I never would have thought it from the front.” Morgan wiped the remnants of her chicken salad from her mouth with a paper napkin before she spoke. “I needed a tranquil spot to myself. Things can get crazy in there at times. My clientele are normally big burly guys with no filter. I need a place of peace. Feel free to make it yours as well when you need it. You’re the only one I’ll share it with.” |
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