He had to admit, dinner went better than he thought it would. As much as Bert liked to bluster about his daughter's lousy cooking, Morgan thought the whole meal was delicious. Even Dustin asked for seconds, which was saying something since it wasn't macaroni and cheese.The conversation stayed light and Jacqui laughed often, a sound to which Morgan could become accustomed. He helped Jacqui with the dishes, while Bert pulled out a dusty Candyland game and challenged Dustin."Be careful," Jacqui said as Dustin tried pushing her father's chair into the other room. "He cheats.""Bah. She just sucks at the game and is a poor loser to boot."Morgan laughed as Jacqui just rolled her eyes. "Cheating's not nice," little Dustin said as they disappeared through the doorway."Take it easy on him, Dustin," Morgan called after them as he grabbed a dish towel from the front of the stove. "Shall we?"Jacqui looked at him, her eyes full of the laughter she was holding inside. "How about we just fill th
What the hell am I doing? This is not like me. Why in the world did I allow them to talk me into this? I don't even like gambling. This is stupid.The internal lecture continued as she slid into the passenger seat of Morgan's truck. She took a deep breath, frustrated at herself, but doing nothing to change it. She hated casinos. She saw them as taking from the community rather than giving back to it. People would sacrifice their hard-earned cash, sometimes depriving their families of necessities, just on the minuscule chance that they would strike it big. Rarely did anyone ever strike it big. This is stupid, she repeated.The evening, however, had been perfect. She even had to admit the pride she felt in conquering her avoidance of the back patio area and even in her interaction with Dustin. She would never be able to repay Morgan for the way he had put her at ease and assisted her in overcoming her fears. Staring out the passenger window as Morgan drove, her annoyance at being dragged
She bet that was his motto for life from what she had seen about him. She refrained from making the comparison out loud, however. She reached up and pulled the lever. The wheels began to spin, and she watched as two polar caps and a penguin came to a halt on her screen. Money lost."Just keep playing. You win some and lose some. That's why they call it gambling.""Feels more like being robbed."He laughed and, although she didn't smile, she did notice that his laugh had an easygoing manner to it. It had a comforting sound that put her at ease. He was getting exceptionally good at having that effect on her. Usually, men who thought they were charming weren't as charming as they thought. Yet, Morgan was that charming, and it had broken through her defenses. She reached up and pulled the lever again.One of the several waitresses that wandered around approached Morgan, the cup of her ass trying hard to peek out from under her skirt. Jacqui lifted an eyebrow at the brazen outfit, wondering
One drink turned into four and rum runners contained quite a bit of alcohol, he discovered. While he wanted her to loosen up, it had not been his intention for her to become drunk. Morgan was afraid he was going to pay for this night somehow and it was going to be costly. As the night progressed, Jacqui grew louder, drawing the attention of those around them. And touchier. The touchier part he didn't mind so much, but it would have been better had she been sober. Morgan Brewer did not take advantage of women who were not in control of their decisions.She was winning at the slots more than she was losing and kept repeating to him that she was keeping the money. He didn't care. He tried to get her to stop drinking when she ordered her fourth rum runner, but she made a scene about being a big girl and he wasn't her daddy. Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck and asked him if he wanted to be her daddy. He growled at how bad he was fighting the urge to forget his rules and take her
Morgan pulled into the circular driveway in front of Jacqui's house. All the lights inside seemed to be on just as they were when they had left. Glancing at his watch as he turned the engine off, he noticed it was a quarter past midnight. If Dustin was still awake, Jeannie was going to kill him. It was time to talk to his son about having some father-son secrets.He took a deep breath as he glanced over at Jacqui. She still had not moved. This is going to be great. Opening his truck door, he stepped out into the chilly evening, bracing himself for what was to come. He opened her door, ready to catch her in case she didn't wake up. Luckily, she shifted when the door opened, leaning in the other direction. He unbuckled her seatbelt before attempting to wake her up. "Jacqui, we're here, There's a nice comfy bed right inside waiting for you.""I knew you just wanted to get me into bed." She tried hitting his chest, but it was barely a brush of her fingers. "You never fooled me.""Not tonig
The morning so far had gone pretty smooth, even when Jeannie arrived to pick Dustin up for the return trip home. Morgan made the most of the few hours he had left, making pancakes shaped like Mickey Mouse with chocolate chips in them, while Sunday morning cartoons played in the background. He was surprised that, even though Dustin was up until almost midnight himself according to Bert, the little boy was up and ready to go before seven that morning. He was surprised, but also pleased he was given a little more time with his son.Of course, the first thing on the little boy's mind was who Jacqui was and was his daddy dating her. "I really like her. And Bert is funny.""You think Bert is funny? He seems grumpy to me."Dustin poured syrup on his pancakes. Shrugging, he said, "He just pretends to be grumpy. He doesn't really mean it.""Oh, he doesn't, does he? That's a pretty good act.""He's really nice. I like him.""And you like Jacqui, huh?""Mhm. She seemed sad sometimes, but she was
Oh god, am I hungover. She had managed to keep from getting sick, but that didn't mean her head wasn't spinning and her stomach a roller coaster of nausea. She wanted to throw up, but she didn't, and she wasn't sure which was worse. If she could empty her stomach, perhaps she would feel a little better. It had been too long since she felt this way and she couldn't remember the best way to get over it."There is no best way," her father said when he brought her some toast and a cup of hot, black coffee. "Only time cures a hangover, just like only time sobers you up. From what I hear you had several rum runners, so you probably still have some of that in your system. I suggest just lying back and closing your eyes for a while.""I can't close my eyes. Every time I do, the room spins and the bed is like a merry-go-round."Her father laughed. "Yup, you overdid it, all right. Poor Morgan had a hell of a time carrying you inside.""Good. It's the least he deserves for what he did to me.""He
I put you up at the Lucky Sevens Casino," Morgan said, stuffing Faith's luggage into the back of his truck. "You'll like it. It's where I stayed when I first arrived here. Has a great view of the Gulf."She smiled at him, tucking a strand of her wheaten hair behind her ear with one hand as she opened the passenger door with the other. "Sounds great to me." They hugged when she got off the plane and Morgan couldn't help remembering what she looked like spread out on the bed in Tampa, her pussy covered with whipped cream as he ate a strawberry out of her slick sex. She still looked even more scintillating to him. There was a confidence about Faith Greer that he hadn't seen a month ago. Whatever was going on in her life, it was changing her for the better and he was glad to see it."We'll get you settled in your hotel and then I'll take you to dinner. Don't want your husband thinking I mistreat you on these trips. He might not let you come back."They both sat in the cab of his truck, buc