Rest Stop

Chapter 4

The longer Morgan had to consider her decision, the more she knew it was the right one. The comment Kelsey had made about Dean giving her scorching looks had been bouncing around in her brain ever since he had slammed the lock on the door shut. So, she thought, this was the perfect opportunity to find out is Kels was delusional, or if Dean was interested. She had stopped being upset and had sat down next to him, even going so far as to flirt a little.

Even in the dim light, he was still smoking hot. It was getting warmer in the bathroom, so his t-shirt was clinging to his upper body more than before. It showed off muscle development that screamed to be explored and when paired with the face of a fallen angel was definitely a lethal combination. Enough for her to throw caution to the wind.

So far, so good. Dean had responded in kind and if she wasn’t mistaken, he had given her ‘the look.’ The look that had been missing from her love life for way too long. Even in the very dim glow cast from the lighter, she could see the spark that Kelsey had been talking about in his eyes. Those extremely gorgeous, bottomless hazel eyes. They had talked about meaningless things; he had commented on the football game she had attended and she had asked how much money he had won from Bubba in darts. Dean had been inching closer and closer to her in the last couple of minutes, enough that their legs were now touching. He was flicking the lighter on and off and Morgan was about to make a crack about disco lighting when the Zippo slipped out of his hands.

The clink of the lighter on the concrete was deafening as darkness shrouded the small room. Morgan held her breath, knowing that their only source of light had just bounced out of reach. Not knowing what would be the best thing to do, she waited a moment.

“Well, hell, that was smooth, wasn’t it?” Dean’s voice floated through the air. It sounded even better in the dark; somehow rough and smooth at the same time. Definitely a voice she wouldn’t mind hearing in her ear late at night. She smiled, even though he couldn’t see her.

“If you wanted to get me in the dark, all you had to do was ask,” Morgan answered, she hoped flirtatiously. It was certainly the most forward thing she’d ever said to a guy, but she was sticking to her earlier decision. She was determined to get a little action before they left the bar tonight.

When he didn’t respond right away, Morgan’s mind filled with doubt. Maybe Dean hadn’t been as interested as she thought he was. Damn Kelsey for planting the thought in her brain. If her breakup with Brian had taught her anything, it was that she did not know how to read men. Hoping to laugh off her comment later, she reached out in the dark in the direction she thought the lighter had landed.

Her hand connected with something decidedly not a lighter or concrete. It was more like denim-wrapped steel, and it was accompanied with a surprised groan from Dean. Morgan’s eyes widened and she felt a blush spread from her cheeks all the way down her throat. She had managed to plant her hand on Dean’s crotch. Not just a light brush or fleeting glance, but a full-on grab. He had obviously moved to find his lighter and she had obviously just made a huge fool of herself.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean…” she didn’t even know how to finish that apology, completely at a loss for the words to make up for grabbing a guy’s dick in a bar bathroom. She was preparing to draw her hand back and hope to be swallowed by a sudden hole in the floor, when Dean stopped her. He placed his hand over hers, trapping it against him. Morgan gasped, surprised by his move.

“Don’t be,” he said, his voice huskier than before. “I’m sure not.” His hand tightened around hers slightly, and she felt his erection grow even larger under her fingers. She reflexively squeezed him and was rewarded with another deep groan. Not being able to see him or his reactions gave Morgan a freedom she wouldn’t have had otherwise. She was almost proud that she had gotten a guy who looked like Dean in this condition. Hell, she was proud. She gave him another gentle squeeze.

“Morgan,” he murmured. He wrapped his hand around her calf, the nearest thing to him. “I’ve gotta warn you, you’re playing with fire.” Even through her jeans, she could felt the heat of his skin and it sent fissions of desire through her body. He stroked up her leg to her knee and caressed the underside. Morgan bit her lip and sighed. This was the moment of truth. She could stop this or she could see it through. So she replied,

“I think I’m becoming a pyromaniac.”

Two seconds later, she was pulled forcefully into Dean’s lap. Her hands flew out to steady herself and landed on his chest. His arms wrapped around her waist, causing her to settle squarely on his cock. He grunted; she whimpered. His hands stroked up her back to her neck and directed her head towards his. She expected to feel his lips on hers; instead, she felt his forehead bump against hers.

Morgan giggled slightly and Dean chuckled in response. “I’ll teach you to laugh at me woman,” he promised as one of his hands tangled in her hair.

“I wasn’t laughing at…” she never finished her answer as this time their mouths connected. Since Morgan had been in mid-sentence, Dean’s tongue swept inside her mouth quickly. God, could the man kiss. His lips were firm and warm and coaxing. He explored her mouth thoroughly and with authority. Morgan groaned appreciatively and moved her hands up to his shoulders. She pulled his full bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled gently. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ass and pulled their upper bodies closer together, pressing her suddenly heavy breasts to his chest. They finally broke away from each other, Dean’s mouth moving across to ear.

“Morgan,” he said softly, licking her earlobe. She shivered. “Are you sure about this?” She smiled against his neck then placed a kiss on his stubbled jaw. The fact that he had asked was the final check in the pro column.

She wiggled her hips invitingly against him, and he thrust his up in response. “Yes, Dean, I’m sure.” He kissed her again and moved his hands down her sides to the hem of her t-shirt.

“I know you can’t see it, but I’m grinning like a fool right now,” he commented before giving her another kiss. She laughed at his joke, then raised her arms when he pulled her shirt over her head. A moment of silence followed before his slightly callused hands slid over her bare stomach. She sucked in a deep breath and sighed, loving the feel of his hands on her skin. “God I wish I could see you baby.”

“I know,” she whispered back. Then she gasped out loud when his mouth landed on the upper swell of her breast. Her hands scrambled to find the bottom of his shirt, tugging upwards after she found it. His lips left her skin only long enough to rid himself of the clothing before he was exploring her curves again. She stroked the smooth warm skin of his back, enjoying the play of his muscles as he moved. She was so engrossed in mapping his body that she didn’t feel him reach around to the clasp and unfasten her bra. Morgan blinked a couple of times when the slightly cooler air hit her already hardened nipples.

“Lean back for me baby,” he ordered and she complied. He had raised his knees up to support her and she reclined against them. The lack of light made every touch, every kiss a surprise. A whisper of fingertips here, a brush of lips there; she felt like he was caressing every erogenous zone she had, all at the same time.

“Dean!” she cried when his mouth latched on to her nipple. His rough tongue lapped at her sensitive skin as he sucked gently. She squirmed against his hard cock, feeling the wetness that had gathered between her legs increase with each tug of his mouth. He ground himself into her cleft in answer, switching from one breast to another. This time his teeth scraped against her nipple and a shaft of pleasure shot up her spine. She arched her back instinctively, trying to increase the contact.

“You like that do you, baby?” he asked, his breath hot on her skin. “You like it a little rough?” He punctuated his question with a sharper bite. She gasped loudly and clutched his shoulders tighter. Morgan threw her head back in ecstasy. And then the lights flickered back on.

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Kelsey drummed her fingers on her leg. After she and Sam had found the pool table and perched themselves on it, the wait had gotten really boring. Right after the phone call, when she’d said possibly the most idiotic comment ever about liking his hands, she thought they had clicked. She had sort of expected Sam to make a move, maybe get her kiss on for a little while before they high-tailed it out of the bar and went their respective ways. That was an idea she could definitely get behind. Being alone in the dark with him had increased her attraction to him. His cheekbones were even sharper in the dim light and his rare smiles had grown softer. But he had stopped talking to her, hence the boring.

At the moment, he was rolling the cue ball off the wall of the table behind her; each hit making a soft thud. That was the only noise in the room. Thud after thud after thud. And it was starting to get on her nerves. So much so that the next time he rolled the ball, she caught it on the way back by. “I’m not trying to be a bitch or anything,” she said, “but that’s getting a little old.”

He grinned at her sheepishly. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I was just trying to take my mind off something.”

Great, Kelsey thought. Being stuck back here with me is bad enough that he’s doing anything to distract himself from it. So much for her flirting muscles. They were obviously going to continue to atrophy. “I’m sure there’s about fifty other places you’d rather be, right?” She tried but failed to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.

“What?” Sam asked, sounding a little shocked. “No, that’s not what I meant at all.”

She paid no heed to his denial and continued on. “I understand. I mean, like you said, you don’t know me from Adam, I don’t expect you to be ecstatic to be here.” She ran a nervous hand through her hair when she realized she sounded borderline bitter. She bit her bottom lip, determined not to say anything to make the situation worse.

“Hey,” Sam’s soft comment brought her out of her mutual self-assessment. “That is not what I meant at all.” Kelsey risked glancing up at Sam and was surprised to see a smile on his face, his brown eyes warm and friendly. She smiled back shyly, hoping she had been wrong about his view of the situation. Maybe all was not lost.

“So,” she began, trying to end the heavy silence, “what brings you and your brother to this place? You’re obviously not from around here.” Sam chuckled in response and the sound washed over Kelsey like a warm breeze, leaving even more heat in its wake. It was really wasn’t fair that God had combined Sam’s face, body and voice in one package. One very large package, she was reminded as he straightened next to her.

“Well, we were passing through on a road trip and Dean decided he needed a beer,” he explained. “And here we are.”

“I think I’m going to need a little more than that,” she prodded jokingly. She even went so far as to nudge him with her shoulder. “What kind of road trip?”

Sam laughed again. “What is this, Twenty Questions?”

“It’s either that or Truth or Dare,” Kelsey offered, “cause I have a feeling we’re going to be here longer than five minutes. I saw the looks Dean was giving Morgan. And now that he’s got her alone in the dark…”

“Sorry about that,” Sam said, “he’s not very subtle.” There was another long pause, enough of one that Kelsey thought she had insulted him. She was about to apologize when he answered, “Truth.”

Kelsey blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to accept her challenge. Now she would have to do some quick thinking. What question could she ask that would be flirtatious but not slutty. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

He shook his head. “Nope. My turn.”

She sighed deeply. “Alright, truth.”

He leaned over closer to her, his face serious in the dim glow from his cell phone. “Did you really almost get into a fight at the football game?”

Kelsey was completely taken aback. “How did you know about that?” she asked shocked.

“Nope, it’s not your turn,” Sam responded, almost evilly. His dimples were out in full force. “’Fess up.”

“Shit,” Kelsey muttered, but her answer was decidedly louder. “It wasn’t almost a fight, more of a disagreement with an over-excited drunk frat boy. He was under the impression it was Mardi Gras and I was required to flash him. I was simply correcting him.” She shrugged and noticed Sam’s eyes flicker down to her chest. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was an appreciative glance. “It took more than once for it to get through. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“How did you know about the not an almost fight?” she asked suspiciously.

Sam grinned. “I heard Morgan say something about it while she was on the phone. I have to admit, I didn’t think you looked like the fighting type.” Kelsey saw his eyes rake over her again. “But I could be wrong. Truth or dare?”

“I repeat, it wasn’t a fight. Truth.”

He bit his lower lip, a move that drew her attention to his mouth. She couldn’t keep her mind from wondering how his lips would feel against hers or moving over her skin. She was distracted by this thought when he finally asked, “Have you ever kissed on a first date?”

Kelsey hoped his question didn’t mean that her thoughts had been written all over her face. “Yes.”

“Before a first date?” he followed up. She shook her head.

“No. One at a time, nosey.”

Sam sighed loudly. “Okay, truth.”

“Chicken,” she accused facetiously. She paused for a minute, considering her next question. He had checked out her boobs and brought up kissing, so she decided to be bolder. “What’s your favorite sexual position?”

Sam made a noise that was a cross between a groan and a shocked gasp. “What?”

She raised her eyebrows in challenge. “Hey, I warned you. I told you that you chickened out on dare. ‘Fess up,” she used his prior words against him.

Again, there was silence. She tilted her head to see if he was insulted, stunned or disgusted. To her delight, he appeared to be deep in thought. When he finally began, his voice had deepened and had a husky timbre added. “It depends, but most of the time, I’d say girl on top. That way she can set the pace and control how deep I go. Plus, there’s easier access to her breasts and clit. Gotta make sure she’s satisfied and enjoying herself.”

Every ounce of blood in Kelsey’s body rushed straight to her pussy and she realized she had become embarrassingly wet. Never in her life had a guy’s speech turned her on so much. She was thankful for the darkness, since she knew her cheeks were flushed and her nipples hard. She noticed Sam seemed to be waiting on a response, so she said, “Oh, that’s a good answer,” she squeaked out. As if her initial reaction hadn’t been bad enough, now she sounded like a ten-year-old going through puberty.

“Truth or dare, Kelsey.”

Here it was. The moment she’d been waiting on since she had basically abandoned Morgan and made her way to the back of the bar. Kelsey had never been overly shy and she wasn’t going to change now.

“Dare.”

“Thank God,” Sam muttered before taking her arm closest to him, pulling her towards him. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and rested his hand on her neck. “Kiss me,” he dared, his lips tantalizing closer to hers.

Kelsey wet her lips and smiled. “If you insist,” she replied before following his instruction. With the first taste of Sam’s mouth, she knew she could become an addict. He was somehow comfortable and thrilling at the same time. She sighed contentedly and moved closer to him. She couldn’t get enough of his warmth and wanted to feel more. She slid her hand up his corded arm and laced her fingers through his hair. Since she had been dared to kiss him, she ran the tip of her tongue across the seam of his lips.

Sam groaned in response and opened up, his tongue quickly sweeping into Kelsey’s mouth. The welcome invasion stole the breath from her lungs; their tongues tangled in a heated dance. After a minute, they broke apart, both panting for air. Kelsey smiled devilishly and pressed a trail of kisses across his ever-so sharp cheekbones over to his ear. “Truth or dare, Sam,” she whispered before taking his earlobe between her teeth.

He took in a sharp breath and ran his hands down her back. “I’m gonna have to go with dare.”

She leaned far enough away from him to make eye contact. She saw that his pupils had dilated, the beautiful brown color mostly displaced by black. She smiled in what was hopefully her sexiest smile and replied. “Prove it to me. Prove to me that that’s your favorite position.”

Kelsey was suddenly lifted all the way off the table and deposited onto Sam’s lap. After another scorching kiss, he answered, “Yes ma’am.”