Tell Me No Lies

by C. Morgan/Chloe Morgan

  “Are you guys ready to get your grub on?” asked Nick.

  “Yeah, but let me warn you. Someone’s grumpy. And it’s not me.”

  “Great,” said Nick. “Who poked the bear? Was it the ex again?”

  “No, it’s just hard being away from home and my daughter, especially with this going on. And I have to tell my parents but I don’t want to spoil their trip.”

  “I’d give them the heads-up,” said Clay, and it was probably the most mature, sound advice he’d given me in some time.

  “I will. For now, I just want to eat and forget my problems.”

  “Well, I don’t know if it will make you feel any better, but your favorite waitress is working today.” Nick pointed into the dining room where Tara stood at a table, smiling as she brought the couple their check.

  I immediately felt a lot better, but now, I was nervous to see how this would go. For one, she had lied to me, unless she had called in, and I’d worried all night it was the latter and that I’d done something to hurt her.

  The place was emptying out, and I watched Tara as she went to the back. She hadn’t even noticed us yet.

  “Man, she’s looking good,” said Clay. “Are you going to talk to her?”

  “Mind your own business,” I said. “She’s working.”

  “I knew it! The sex was bad, wasn’t it?” He gave a sly grin that I was quick to wipe off his face.

  I turned and gave him a hard look. “Shut the fuck up before I feed you my fist.”

  Clay sank in his chair. “Sorry. I was just teasing. You’re not fun anymore.”

  “And you don’t know when to fucking stop. You’re not a fucking kid, okay? So grow up.”

  Rylen and Nick didn’t say a word, but I could tell they were glad someone had finally said it. Clay had been acting as if we were all still in college, and it was wearing thin on me, especially knowing what he was trying hard to forget back home.

  I must have been a lot louder than I thought because when I turned around, Tara was standing beside me. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, sorry.” I glanced at my friends and dared them to say anything. They didn’t. “You look nice today.”

  “Thank you.” She looked around the table. “Welcome to the Golden Flower. I’m Tara. I’ll be taking care of you. What can I get you this morning?” She looked at me. “Would you like more dark roast?”

  “Sure.” She was cold, staying strictly to routine. It made me feel like a real asshole. I had obviously done something wrong.

  “And for you other gentlemen?” She smiled at my friends and gave me a little glance out of the corner of her eye.

  The guys all gave their orders, and as she walked away with a little extra wiggle in her walk, I noticed them staring. “Eyes front and center,” I said. “Before I gouge them out.”

  “She’s beautiful,” said Nick. “You really like her, don’t you?” He kept his voice low and respectful.

  “I guess you can say she’s made an impression.” A big one. Bigger than I cared to admit to them. I watched as she came out with the coffee and served it.

  “Here you go.” She placed the cups on the table, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “Would you like to order at the table or eat the buffet?”

  “Buffet all around,” said Nick. “I’m buying, guys. No arguments.”

  I glanced down and noticed my coffee was as pale as her creamy skin. “Um, this isn’t dark roast,” I said, thinking she was fucking with me. Was this her way of getting back at me? I looked up and met her eyes, which seemed to have a nonchalant look about them.

  She glanced up with piercing eyes. “Oh? I’m sorry you don’t like my coffee.” Her brow lifted as if she was challenging me. What had gotten into her?

  I realized what she was doing. She really was fucking with me since I’d told her the last time that I didn’t like the coffee. But that was okay. I could play along. “It’s not dark, and I’m pretty sure it’s not even coffee.” It looked like creamer.

  “Oh, well, if you don’t like it, then maybe you’d like to come to the kitchen and teach me how to make it.” She gave me a sultry look, and I got the invitation loud and clear.

  I pushed my chair back and got up from the table. “Yeah, someone should show you how it’s done. This is pathetic.” I did my best to act as if I was upset, but I could see that Nick was onto us. Rylen and Clay kept their eyes averted, not saying a word.

  “Fine then,” she said. “Right this way.” She turned and stormed to the kitchen, passing her friend on the way. “Cover me?” I heard her say, and the friend just smiled big.

  “No problem,” she said.

  When we got to the kitchen, I chased after her past the cooks. “What’s going on, Tara?” I thought she was just trying to get me alone so we could talk, but little did I know she had other plans.

  She took my hand and led me to the back of the kitchen and into a storeroom, where she turned on the light and shut the door.

  “Did I do something wrong? Because if I hurt you, and I mean in any way, I’m sorry.” I wasn’t going to fight with her. Especially not in the fucking pantry.

  “You didn’t hurt me,” she said, coming closer with that sexy look of determination.

  “Whoa, I know I was a little rough. I didn’t mean to—” I didn’t know how to say it, but before I could, she moved on me and kissed the words out of my mouth.

  I cupped her face and kissed her back. This was what she was up to? It came as a surprise, and I had never been so happy to be taken off guard. If this was what she wanted, I was going to give it to her.

  I turned her around and propped her up on top of a cart. It shifted and crashed into a shelf, making a terrible racket.

  “Shh,” she said with a giggle in her voice. “Someone might hear us.”

  I was so turned on that I could barely produce a clear thought. “What’s gotten into you?” I whispered as I pushed her skirt up.

  “You,” she whispered in my ear as she tugged the front of my pants and began to undo my belt.

  I pushed her skirt up even higher and slipped her panties down. “You are full of surprises,” I whispered while I moved my hand between her legs. I cupped her sex and rubbed, applying pressure to her mound, which she ground against.

  She met my eyes as she reached her hands in and pulled out my cock, wrapping her hands around it. My head was spinning, not sure if this was real or if I had never woken up. “I’m sorry I left the other night. I want to make it up to you.”

  She dropped to her knees and wasted no time sucking my cock. She nursed my dick in a way no one ever had, stroking me at the base as she worked the tip. But I didn’t want an apology blow job. I wanted to be inside her.

  “Stand up,” I said, urging her to her feet. She wiped her mouth and smiled as I moved to kiss her. I rubbed her lips, parting them as I inserted a finger inside of her. I wanted her to be ready for what I was about to give her. She was so wet as I fingered her, working her into a frenzy. “You ready for it?”

  She nodded. “Yes,” she said in a breathless tone. “So ready.”

  Being in that storeroom, not knowing if someone would walk in on us, was such a turn on. I lifted her bottom back up to the cart. As I moved forward, she guided me in, and I wasted no time putting my head against her sex, nudging my fat head against her.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Shh. You won’t.” She moved her hips forward, taking the head of my cock, and she winced. After another breath, she wrapped her legs around my ass and encouraged me deeper, taking the whole thing at once.

  I waited for her to settle around it. Then I thrust harder, working myself up to a natural rhythm as I kissed her neck. It was a big shock that she’d even go for something like this, much less instigate it, but I wasn’t about to miss out on the opportunity or to make the most of it.

  Chapter 18

  Tara

  My clever way of getting Zane alone with me came as a surprise to
me as well. At first, I had only intended to mess with him about the coffee, but the rest just unfolded, and I found myself in the storeroom, my back against the cool stainless-steel cart as he fucked me hard.

  Having him inside me again was much better the second time around, and I was still kicking myself for not staying the night with him before.

  He thrust hard into me, our bodies clapping, the motions shaking the shelf behind us. When the cart shifted, he held on to me and took me in his arms. After that, I wasn’t touching anything but him, and he met my eyes with such an intense gaze, I could tell he was determined to give me as much pleasure as possible.

  After a few minutes of that, he pulled out as he put me to my feet, and he spun me around, putting his hand on my back as he bent me over the cart. Before I could glance over my shoulder, he rubbed his thick head against my center, stroking it to spread my juices before gliding it back into my tight channel.

  He brought his body down close, cupping my breast in the front as he kissed the back of my neck. “Does this feel good?” he asked.

  “Amazing,” I said. His cock worked a part of me that was so intensely sensitive, I couldn’t keep it together.

  As I orgasmed, he put his hand over my mouth, and it wasn’t until then I realized I was making entirely too much noise.

  “Shh,” he said in my ear. “I know it’s hard, but you’re going to get us caught, and I don’t want this to end right now.” He planted another breathy kiss by my ear, sending chills all through my body and making me tingle in all the right places.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  “You have nothing to apologize for. I just don’t think I could stop now if someone did come in.”

  I giggled, and he laughed with me, his breath still warm on the back of my neck as he continued to thrust deeper. But something about the idea of how sneaky we were turned me on even more, and just thinking about someone seeing us like that brought me back over the edge.

  “I’m going to come,” he said. “Are you sure you’re covered?” His voice was anxious, and I could tell he was close.

  “Yes,” I said. “Don’t stop.” I didn’t want him to finish like before, leaving me feeling almost cheated from having him not finish inside of me. It was a strange thought but honest. And I had to be honest with myself about what I was feeling or else I’d get lost too deep too fast.

  “I don’t think I could if I wanted to,” he said. “And I don’t want to.”

  He pumped his hips several more times, and he stilled, his body tightening, his cock twitching inside of me as warmth spread through me. He kissed the back of my neck, then my shoulders as he slipped out of me, leaving me sated.

  His next words came as a surprise. “You didn’t have to lie to me the other night about working,” he said. “I know I tore you, and I’m sorry I was that rough.”

  I realized he must have seen the tinge of red on the washcloth after all. “It wasn’t that you were rough. I was just my first time.” I figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell him now. What was done was done.

  His eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “What?”

  “Yeah, I had never gone that far before.” I pushed my skirt down and smoothed it with my hands. “But you could probably tell, right?”

  “No, I didn’t know. I mean, I wondered after, but damn. Why didn’t you say something, Tara?” He put his hand on his head and then pulled up his pants. “Fuck.”

  I suddenly felt as if I’d done something wrong as he handed me my panties. “I’m sorry.” I slipped them on beneath my skirt and smoothed it down again. “I didn’t think you’d care, and I didn’t want you judging me.”

  He let out a breath, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, only that it probably wasn’t good by the crease in his brow. “Stop apologizing. It’s not that you did anything wrong, but damn, Tara. You could have told me. I’m not an uncaring asshole.”

  “I know you’re not.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Great, now I’ve offended you.” That was the last thing I’d intended to do.

  “No. I just don’t want to come across as that guy, you know? I hate that you didn’t think you could tell me that.”

  “Look, it’s not a big deal, okay? I just don’t want this to make things weird, and I just didn’t want you to think I expected anything from you.”

  “I get it.” He raked his hand through his hair. “Fuck. Your first time should be special, Tara. With someone who you know better, who you love.”

  “Okay, Dad. Well, it’s a little late for that. I thought I’d settle for someone I thought was extremely sexy instead.” I gave him a little smile and hoped he wasn’t mad at me.

  He smiled back and pulled me close, kissing my hair, which was still pulled back in a much messier bun than before. “I think you’re extremely sexy too. But we need to talk about this. Can I see you later?”

  “Are you asking me out on another date?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, but if you’re just going to pull me out of a show to fuck me, I’m not spending money on tickets.” He laughed as I nudged him.

  “It wasn’t planned. It just happened. Like today. You make me want to do spontaneous things.” He made me want to be adventurous, to take chances.

  “That could get dangerous,” he said with a laugh. “How about I take you out to dinner?”

  “No.” I shook my head, and he met my eyes with a look of disappointment.

  “Okay, so where? I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” It sounded as if he was willing to give me the world. I could only dream.

  “I like the sound of that, but no. No more plans. We meet, and we wing it.” That was more fun. Or at least, it had been.

  “You know that’s probably just going to land us in bed, right?”

  “Come on. If the past twenty minutes prove anything, it’s that we can be creative at the moment.”

  “You got me there. I’m game. So do I just pick you up at your place?” He took my hand and met my eyes.

  “I’ll meet you here again if that’s okay.” I still didn’t want him to see my place. If he knew how little I had, he might think less of me, and I was having too much fun.

  He nodded, and he kissed me hard as if he had to make it last all day.

  That lingered on for a while, and it was like neither of us was ready to come out of the storage room anytime soon.

  The kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Hey, you two. I don’t know what you’re doing, although I can guess, so you might want to finish up and get your sweet butts back out here.”

  “That’s Karen,” I said as if he didn’t know. “We better go. I don’t want Ben to fire me.”

  Another knock and then Karen said, “Benny just got back from the bank. He’s in the lobby with the hotel manager.”

  I straightened my clothes, and when we walked out, Karen was heading back out front.

  Zane playfully slapped my backside as we walked down the back hall together, and I turned and gave him a grin. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m going to have to ask you to behave.”

  “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry. And thank you for allowing me to show you how to make coffee. You’re a wonderful student.”

  “You can give me lessons anytime.”

  He stole another kiss before he went through the kitchen and out to the dining room.

  I looked around at the others who were all working. No one seemed suspicious, or at least not obviously suspicious.

  When I went to the front, I found Karen waiting on my tables, and Ben was just entering the restaurant. He passed the men’s table as Zane was approaching, and when he slid into his chair, Ben turned to greet them.

  “Are you men enjoying the service here today?” he asked with a big cheesy grin, as if he really cared. He just wanted to see if we had been doing our jobs while he had been gone.

  “Yes, sir,” said Zane, who glanced up at me as I stepped within earshot. “Your waitresses have been very accommodating in making sure our needs were met
.”

  His friends reacted, covering their mouths and my cheeks burned knowing they knew what we had been up to. Especially when the one with longish brown hair glanced up at me with a grin.

  “That’s good, gentlemen. Enjoy your time here at the Golden Flower.”

  I went back to stand with Karen, who nudged me. “So, did you get your second round after all?”

  “I’m not going to talk about it with him sitting just feet away.”

  “Yes or no would do. You could blink once for yes, twice for no. I’m dying to know what I’ve waited all of these extra tables for.”

  “Stop complaining. You get the tips.”

  “The question is, did you get more than the tip?” she asked, wagging her brows.

  “Stop it. Not here, not now. I’m about to have to go bring them more drinks and give them their check. I’m trying not to blush as it is.” I wasn’t giving her their table because I’d already started with them and I wouldn’t miss the chance to talk to Zane again. “Besides, you owed me. I’ve been covering for your ass long enough, and I don’t ask you what you’ve been up to.”

  “You should,” she said with a wink. “You might learn something.”

  “I’m doing all right,” I said proudly as I walked away.

  I went to make sure the men had refills, bringing them another round. When I approached the table, Zane grinned, and while I stood beside him, pouring his friends more coffee, I felt his hand go up my skirt and brush against the back of my knee. “Thank you,” he said.

  The other men were making busy keeping their eyes elsewhere when I placed a cup of dark roast in front of him. “You’re welcome.”

  He leaned in closer. “I’ll see you later?”

  “Can’t wait.” I turned my attention back to his table. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

  Zane got up and stood with me. “I’m just going to get something to eat,” he said. “Want to show me what’s good?”

  “I think she’s already done that,” mumbled Clay.

  I could feel my face turn red as I heard something thump under the table. “I apologize for Clay’s behavior,” said the man who preferred newspapers. I couldn’t remember his name.