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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.**
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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.”
“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.”