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
I'm not even in a relationship with Jacqui! This game is getting way out of control if I'm not making passes at women, especially a woman who was expecting me to try.Thirty minutes passed before Faith joined him outside the buffet. He paid, of course, and a small redhead led them to a table, took their drink orders, and then told them to help themselves. "So far, I've found the buffets are the best part of these casinos," Morgan said as he gestured for Faith to lead the way. "They tend to have everything from prime rib to lobster, meatloaf to crawfish. It's easy to pig out here." He laughed as they both picked up their plates and started loading them up with a little of this and a little of that.He beat Faith back to the table, but she wasn't far behind him. By the look of her plate, she had agreed with him on sampling everything and then going back for your favorites. He was already scooping up some wild rice with gravy on it when she settled into her seat, napkin over her lap. She
Jacqui knelt in the grass at the foot of Marc's grave, fresh flowers already placed on both grave sites. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers intertwined. The sun had started its slow descent into the west, casting dark shadows over the landscape. A few mourners visited their loved ones here and there, but, for the most part, Jacqui was alone.She had debated within herself about visiting the graves today. It was her habit to visit and talk to Marc as if they were sitting at the dining room table, discussing life choices and decisions together just as they did when he was alive. And that was what brought her here today. Life choices."I miss you," she whispered. "Things with the community center are going well. We should be breaking ground next week. I think you'd be happy with the way it's going." She wiped a stray tear from her cheek. She reached over and touched the cool ground on Maggie's grave. "I met a little boy this weekend. You would have had fun playing with him. His name wa
It's Wednesday. You know, Hump Day. Really? You're not going to make any sexual crack about wanting to celebrate?" He only laughed when Faith gave him shit that morning about not making a pass at her. "You know, you could really be hurting my self-esteem. I mean, I have become quite accustomed to men playing grab ass with me and you do still owe me a stripper pole back at the Brevard office. This new you is really quite boring.""I highly doubt anything I do or don't do could damage that self-esteem of yours. You break hearts; you don't get yours broken. And I know where to point to prove it." Morgan hadn't talked to Edwin in a while, but according to Neal the man was still pining away for the one that got away. However, Faith really didn't get away, because she was never Edwin's to begin with and she made that quite clear, in the beginning, that it was all a game to play. "And no, I think I'll pass on the sexual innuendos until after my first pot of coffee. I'm trying to keep this off