“That’s exactly what I thought. That explains it!” Morgan tightened her jaw, turning to glance behind her. Yet, wasn’t that why she was here? Wouldn’t a fuck be good enough tonight if the magical new love didn’t appear? But, not with a client. She blew her frustration out with a steady stream of air, and turned back to Rachel, “I don’t need your help finding a fuck, Rachel. I’m not looking for a fuck, although it will do tonight. So whatever you told her, untell it. She’s our client for crying out loud.”
Morgan huffed at her. Rachel smiled back. Morgan smiled at her, and they went back to the table.
“I’ll start out with a beer, thank you,” Morgan said to Rachel as she sank down in a chair, but knew she would be getting a Crown and Coke and about two shots of whatever Rachel could think of.
Steve and Rachel walked off toward the bar.
Shane sat down in the empty chair beside her. “Do you mind if I sit by the sexiest person in this place?” Morgan tensed at her words. Man! She’s ever so clever with her words. I bet she’s conned a few dozen women into bed with those emerald eyes and sweet tongue.
“Sure, you can sit there, but I promise I won’t be the sexiest person in this place tonight.” Morgan tensed now that she knew the real reason for Shane’s flirtations.
“Well, you’ll be to me, since my eyes won’t be on anyone else.” Her voice was light and steady.
Morgan whipped her head around to stare at her. Raw determination flickered in Shane’s eyes. “Well, Shane, I’d advise you to put those pretty green eyes on anyone else but me tonight. I came here looking for something. I intend to find it but I won’t be looking for it in a client. Ethically I can’t mix business with pleasure.”
Shane’s eyes lost their fiery glow as Morgan’s words bit through her. “I see,” she said, turning back to face the crowded room.
Morgan instantly hated her words, wanting to retract them and then throw herself at Shane. She had to keep reminding herself that Shane was a client, hands off. That was all that kept her from making such a drastic move. However, the burning embers searing her insides were almost more than she could handle.
Rachel to the rescue, and to her detriment, handed Morgan a Crown and Coke, as if Morgan didn’t know. Steve handed Shane a beer. They both sat down in the chairs across the table.
“Here’s to my best friend in the whole wide world, that I love almost more than anything,” Rachel said, lifting her glass of something pink toward them. “This is to her broken heart that we’ll start to mend tonight.” She clinked her glass against Shane’s beer bottle. “Here’s to you, Morgan. I hope you find just what you’re looking for, and I hope you fuck her brains right out of her body for me and you both.” Rachel laughed at her own joke, winking at the wide-eyed Shane. A frown curled her brow as she realized the air around Morgan and Shane had changed.
Phil and Jay made their way back to the table after greeting and squealing with everyone in the bar. Jay gave Morgan a wink and then shrank back as she gave him a fierce stare. He nestled his head in the folds of Phil’s neck, whispering words. Their heads came back up to stare at Morgan and Shane.
Morgan ignored their confused stares and turned her attention back to the crowd. She felt her heart thumping wildly in her chest at the closeness of Shane. What was it about this woman that made her feel like this? Was she searching too hard for that new love? Was she confusing a flirt with something more? How could she be? Rachel had basically just given Shane directions right to her bedroom. She flashed a quick glance at Shane. Her hand hung limp across her leg crossed at the ankle. Morgan stared at Shane’s fingers. Her brain saw them crystal clear, diving into her, stroke after stroke. She smothered a moan in her throat as a heat wave washed over her.
Shane shifted in her chair. Morgan diverted her eyes away, willing the fire to sizzle out before she did something stupid, like yank Shane’s head back and lick a wet path over her neck.
The thump of speakers and drowning blare of the music yanked Morgan from her delicious thoughts. Rachel jumped up, ran around to Morgan’s side of the table, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to the dance floor where they found an open spot near the edge, leaving Shane to watch.
Chapter Seven
Dawn pulled into the crowded parking lot of the gay bar. She’d never been so excited when Morgan said she’d be joining her ignorant friends for a night out. It was like an invitation since Morgan always went to the same gay bar. She smiled to herself and slid from the truck, crunching pebbles under her feet with every step toward the front door.
She could see Rachel now eyeing her with hatred etched in her eyes. She knew Rachel would like nothing more than see her as road kill, splattered across some desolate highway. Her smile grew as she approached the bar doors. She couldn’t care less what Rachel, nor Morgan’s other faggot friends, thought of her. As long as she had Morgan back in her control, they could all rot in hell as far as she was concerned.
She pushed through the doors, heard the blast of music, and searched the surroundings for the woman she wanted nothing more than to shove on her bed and hear her screams of pleasure.
Her search only brought forth their old friends sitting at the table. Another woman sat at the end. Morgan and Rachel were nowhere in sight.
A fist tightened around the pit of her stomach. Had Morgan played her? Telling her she was going out when in fact she was sitting at home alone, laughing, knowing Dawn would be hunting her?
She passed the table, watching Phil’s eyes narrow with rage. Jay snarled, mumbling under his breath. She gave them both a bright fuck you smile and continued to the bar. A few women gave her their brightest flirtatious smiles as she slid onto the stool and ordered a drink from the butch bartender, complete with black spiked bracelets, a matching choker around her neck.
She looked back at the woman sitting at the table with Jay, Phil, and Steve. Her broad shoulders filled her shirt like presents in a stocking. The woman’s eyes cut over to her as if feeling her penetrating stare. Dawn nodded to her. The woman gave her a frigid stare and then turned her glare back to the dance floor. Dawn watched a fevered flush wash over her face and turned her gaze toward whatever had captured her attention.
The sight of Morgan’s ass sliding down the legs of a woman had her jerking off the stool. Anger raced through every vein with firing heat. The woman’s fingers slid onto the flat of Morgan’s stomach. She eased toward the dance floor, more than prepared to rip the woman limb from limb for daring to put her hands on her scrumptious Morgan.
Morgan looked more beautiful than ever, showing off her sexy curves in her low-waisted jeans and halter top. Her silver belly ring glistened under the strobe lights. Dawn wanted to suck that ring into her mouth while she plunged her fingers inside Morgan, capturing every moan and scream that would escape her parted lips.
Morgan slid to the floor, her voluptuous ass gliding down the legs of the woman, back arched, rolling her hips, driving Dawn, as well as her dance partner, to another level of need.
She watched the heated expression erupt from the woman’s face and felt a growl rumble through her throat. Morgan shot her ass out and rubbed up the length of the woman. Her hands slithered back around to Morgan’s stomach, and Dawn watched her lips find the skin of Morgan’s neck. Her green-eyed monster roared to life.
She shoved past people standing near the dance floor, ready to yank this woman off her feet and pound her face into a bloody mess, when the song abruptly ended. Morgan turned and stared at her panting partner, smiling a seductive smile that turned Dawn’s stomach, and turned to walk off the stage.
Dawn stepped in her path and watched her eyes round in surprise. Anger quickly took its place. She watched hatred sink into Morgan’s eyes right before she felt the slap of her delicate hand.
Her head rocked to the side with more brutal force than she knew Morgan possessed. She turned back to look at her, saw tears welling in Morgan’s eyes, felt her own heart lurch in her chest.
“You disgust me.
It makes me sick to even look at your face,” Morgan growled and then darted around her.
Dawn glared at Morgan’s dance partner who dared to follow Morgan. “Touch her again and die.” She took a step toward the woman, fearing she would tear her apart anyway, and watched her back up in shock. She grabbed hold of her anger and turned in the direction Morgan had fled.
She caught up to her at the bar. She slid in beside her, more than ready to beg and plead, to do anything to get her into bed tonight. She had to have that sexy body pressed against hers before the night was over.
“Why, Dawn?” Morgan’s soft voice surprised her after the slap she took. “Why?”
Dawn reached her hand toward Morgan’s lying limp on the counter. Morgan yanked it back as if a snake were ready to strike.
“Morgan, I can’t beg you enough to forgive me. What can I do to win back your trust?” Dawn felt her heart twist, felt heat spread over her just as fast, needing Morgan in her arms, in her bed, between her legs.
“You can’t take this away.” Morgan turned with a new drink in hand, and without looking back, headed to her table.
Dawn watched Morgan sink into a chair beside the woman, wondering who she was, or what she meant to the group. The woman stared at Dawn with disgust plastered across her face. Dawn gave her a curt smile before heading toward the pool tables where she could keep a better eye on Morgan and still search the crowd for a back-up piece of ass in case Morgan decided to play hard-to-get for the rest of the night.
She found friends and joined in their pool game, careful not to let Morgan out of her sight, more careful to watch the new stranger sitting with them.
Later, while listening to a cute little thing flirt with her, she noticed the woman being led to the dance floor by a raving red-haired luscious piece of ass. She watched Morgan, curious to what her reaction was. Morgan was glaring at their retreating backs. A jealous streak raced down Dawn’s spine to see envy on Morgan’s face … the woman that was supposed to belong to her.
She watched Morgan jump from her chair and flee to the bathroom. A sick feeling washed over her. Morgan liked this woman. Where did this woman come from? And what was she to Morgan?
Dawn smiled a wicked grin. Poor, Morgan. You can’t seem to steer clear of sluts, can you, baby?
She moved her attention back to the dance floor and watched a fine show of seduction being played out by the red-haired beauty, anger setting in while she watched the show of attention being ignored by the woman, who’s attention was glued to the closing bathroom door.
———
Morgan darted a path to the bathroom. She pushed her way through tongue-swapping women to the sink and shoved her shaking hands under the cold water, hoping it would drag her thoughts and anger down the drain with it. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. What the hell are you doing? You’ve got a woman out there that would like to drive her tongue down your throat. To hell if she thinks you’re easy. Isn’t that what you’re here for? Screw the client … literally.
She cut off the water and smoothed her jeans out with wet hands. The song ended. She froze, not wanting to go back to the table when Shane arrived with her new woman. She leaned against the wall, stalling until she could clear her thoughts.
The bathroom door opened. Shane’s tall form filled the space. Morgan’s gaze slowly slid over her like raindrops falling down a windowpane. Shane closed the door.
Morgan’s heart jumped into her throat to see such heated passion in the depths of her eyes. She let her breath out and watched Shane close the space between them. She stared into Shane’s eyes, feeling butterflies flap helplessly in her stomach.
Shane’s lips clamped over hers. A tongue slid into her mouth, awakening every nerve in her body. A moan started in the pit of her gut, escaped into Shane’s mouth. Tongues explored while fingers wove into short waves and long curls of each other’s hair.
Morgan jerked back from their embrace, panting short breaths, confusion clouding her thoughts. She slowly swiped the back of her hand across her swollen lips, staring at the floor, feeling heat course between her legs.
She slowly shook her head and looked up into mesmerizing green eyes. “I can’t do this, Shane.”
Want was written across every laugh line on Shane’s face. A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. Morgan shot around her and pushed her way through the door.
She paced back to the table. Her mind screamed to run back, to endure another powerful kiss, but kept walking, faster with every step, terrified of the helpless feeling inside her. She sank down in the chair, chills running down her legs, and looked up. Rachel leaned over the table and grinned from ear to ear at her.
Before she could say a word, Jay jumped up from his chair, grabbed Rachel and Steve by the arm and dragged them to the dance floor. Morgan unclenched her fists and sagged back to stew in her thoughts.
Shane inched into the vacated chair, a smug smile plastered on her lips, making the hair stand up on Morgan’s neck. She ignored the smile, turning to watch Jay dance his goofy dance. He was never much for dancing to the beat of the music. He had his own music playing in his head.
Fingers slid across her leg. Her heart stumbled. She turned her eyes on Shane, only inches from her face.
“Let’s get out of here, Morgan.”
Heat burrowed between Morgan’s legs. She shook her head and managed a desperate whisper. “I can’t. You’re my client.”
“Yes, you can. Let me show you how.” Shane pulled her arm, leading her gently out of the chair. She let Shane lead her like a scolded dog, unable to bark her objections. She wanted to be led. She wanted to be mastered by such heated hands.
As they approached the door, Dawn stepped in front of them. Morgan drew in a deep breath, still holding it when Dawn snarled at Shane.
Want for another woman etched every curve of Morgan’s face. A mountain of molten anger rumbled in her veins. She looked between Morgan and the woman that dared to attempt to lead her baby out of this bar.
“And just where in the hell do you think you’re going with my girlfriend?”
A devious smile lifted the corners of the woman’s lips. Phil rose from the table and stood beside the woman. The tension between them churned like a tsunami ready to unleash its power. Rachel and Jay rushed up with Steve stalling behind. They skidded to a stop behind Morgan and swiveled their heads back and forth, their gazes filled with avid hunger.
Catfight! Crude images shimmered in Dawn’s mind. Everyone was watching and waiting for her and the woman to roll about on the floor, pulling each other’s hair out fighting for Morgan like stupid idiots.
“I’m taking her somewhere you’re not welcome to join.” The woman’s voice was deep and ragged.
Dawn looked into eyes that meant every word she said. She had every intention of taking Morgan out of this bar. She glanced at Morgan’s face, fear etched her raised brow.
“I don’t fucking think so.” Dawn muttered. Brutal images of everything she could do to this woman, stirred in her mind.
“Well, I do. And if you’ll kindly step out of my way, I have some business to tend to.” The woman snaked her arm around Morgan’s waist and pulled her deeper in her grasp.
Morgan allowed the woman to pull her toward the exit. Her wide eyes proved she was totally aware of the fire building inside Dawn. An image of Morgan’s lips panting under the power of this woman ripped through the screen in her mind. She knew she had to stop Morgan from making a huge mistake.
Dawn grabbed Morgan’s arm, gently tugging her back, wanting to punch the woman while she had a clean shot.
“Bitch,” Rachel cursed behind her while Phil chanted “Oh, shit!” under his breath. She ignored them and concentrated on pleading Morgan with her eyes.
Morgan looked between them, her mind obviously twisting. Dawn willed tears to puddle in her eyes. Morgan took one last glance at Shane, smiled a sweet smile, and turned back to Dawn. Dawn matched her smile, feeling her heart lift at her precious li
ps, knowing Morgan wasn’t going to leave.
“I’m leaving, Dawn. Have a good life.”
Phil whistled, loud and piercing. Morgan smiled over her shoulder at her friends and winked at Rachel before the door closed behind them.
Dawn stood in awe at the wooden door. She felt the stares of Morgan’s friends and dared to look back at them. Their faces bore those of someone who’d just hit the jackpot.
“Fuck you.” Dawn spat her words at Rachel then moved away from them, steady as could be.
She let her gaze fall across the crowd, searching for the one she knew would replace Morgan tonight.
———
They stepped into the crisp night air. A breeze blew across Shane’s heated cheeks, not helping the heat coursing between her thighs.
She escorted Morgan to the truck like the winner of a grand prize. She held the door open for her and then almost galloped around to her side. She climbed into the truck, reaching for Morgan’s hand. “You okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
Shane smiled, feeling her heart bounce hard in her chest at the feel of Morgan’s silken fingers.
“It felt good to say that to her.”
“You did great in there.” Shane gave her hand a gentle squeeze and started the truck.
Shane drove down the bright city streets. She was on top of the world and nothing could knock her from this platform. Morgan had left with her, leaving Dawn in the dust. She never dreamed this would happen, nor could she still believe it was true. She wanted to pinch herself to make sure she was alive and really breathing.
They finally arrived in front of her two-story house. Lights glistened in several windows to welcome Morgan. They parked in the gravel driveway, and Shane quickly came around to open her door. Morgan eyed her as she slid from the truck, nervous sweaty palms reached for her outstretched hand.
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