“Can we talk?” I bent down to speak in his ear.
“I’d rather not tonight. I just want a quiet drink with the boys. See you at work.” He turned away and picked up his pint.
I wasn’t going to be dismissed that easily. I walked to the bar, ordered myself a vodka and coke and another round for the men.
Drink in hand, I walked back to the table and sat in the seat next to Morgan that Baz, who had seen me coming back, had just vacated. “Hey boys, I’m Andie, drinks all round,” I called when the bartender came over with the trays. A round of cheers went up and each eagerly grabbed a drink.
“Let’s talk, please,” I said quietly to him, tugging on his arm.
He spun to look at me and leaned in close, his voice hard. “Do you know how it felt, Andie? To see you with someone else? It hurt.” He growled. His eyes blazed into mine and he swallowed hard and shook his head. “Fuck you. Just go back to yourfriends,” he snarled, turning away from me, picking up his pint and taking a long pull of it.
I felt a stab of pain in my heart. He was hurt. I had hurt him. My chin quivered and a lump formed in my throat. How could I make it better? I ran my hand through my hair.
“For fuck’s sake, honestly, Sully is just an old friend… no benefits.”
“Andie, this is getting too hard…” He trailed off, looking away.
I didn’t know what to say. My chest ached, my mind raced as I tried to think of something, anything to say or do to make him believe I hadn’t been with Sully.
“Morg.” I placed my hand on his, desperate to touch him, but he swiped it away. Then looked back at me, his lips turned downwards.
“Look, I know you don’t need this shit and neither do I. I’m not sure I can do this anymore. I think you should get back to your friends. I don’t want to ruin your night. I need to use the toilet.” He squeezed my hand, which was now on my thigh, got up and strode towards the door.
“Morgan,” I called out, my voice full of emotion.
“Yeah?” He looked hurt and defeated. His eyes looked tired and dull, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Before I could think about it further, I stood up, stalked to him, gripped the front of his shirt and kissed him like he was the air I needed to breathe. He hesitated but soon swept his arms around me, bending me backwards as he deepened the kiss. His hands squeezed my arse, running up my back and ribs, and back to my arse. My pussy fluttered and my panties became damp. I moaned into his mouth. At first, his table fell silent but then it erupted with hollering and whistling all round.
“What are you doing? You said you wanted to keep it between us?” He pulled back just a little, chuckling at the boys, but the beaming smile on his face warmed my heart.
“I needed you to know, to believe. I may not be ready for a full relationship, but I am yours, nobody else’s. I don’t care who knows that I’m with you anymore, I just don’t want the relationship title. I don’t want to lose you.” I sucked on his lower lip.
“Yeah?” His fingers dug into my hips, and he pressed another kiss to my swollen lips.
“Yes, I told you this earlier; I’m withyou.” I kissed him again, I needed more of it, of him.
“Okay, I’ve taken up enough of your time. I’m headed home. Come back to mine tonight?” I desperately wanted to reach down and grab his cock, but I was aware that all eyes remained on us.
“I can come with you now?” His voice had turned husky.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, moving to cup my arse. I felt his semi-hard cock pressed against me. His eyes lingered on my lips.
“No, you stay out with the boys. Text me when you’re ready and I’ll send the car for you.”
I didn’t want to cut his night with the boys short. He deserved time with them. I waved to the boys and walked towards the exit.
Morgan grabbed my hand. “Hey, I can’t later. I have Charlie early in the morning.”
“Oh, okay, yeah. Talk to you tomorrow.” I left the pub with damp panties, a pounding heartbeat and my whole body was hot and tingly but feeling better for having spoken to him.
I lay in bed thinking about him. I wanted him in my bed, I wanted to wake up the next morning, open my eyes and see him next to me. I wished I could just give in, but the fear ran too deep. My eyes were closing just as my phone vibrated.
M: Hey, baby, I’m home now.
He added a selfie of him in bed, bare chest, and one arm over his head.
He looked so hot, muscles for days, the marks where I had been sucking his skin still visible, a small smirk on his lips, and come fuck me eyes. I replied instantly.
