Rest Stop

Chapter 7

Dean and Morgan emerged from the bathroom at the same time that Sam cracked open the door to the poolroom. In an unspoken decision, both pairs made their way to the back door, silently. They quickly walked outside and walked around the bar, back to the front where they had parked. Kelsey and Morgan exchanged quick, slightly sheepish smiles. Dean favored Sam with a cocky grin, to which the younger brother rolled his eyes in response. There were three or four cars and trucks still parked in front of the bar.

“Which one’s yours?” Dean asked Morgan, as they neared the first car. She gestured with her free hand, the one furthest from him, towards the gray Mustang at the end of the row. Dean let out a low whistle. “Nice. I wasn’t expecting a sports car.”

“Oh,” she answered, brushing hair back out of her eyes. It was still a little mussed from Dean running his fingers through it earlier. “What were you expecting?”

He shrugged, drawing her attention to his broad shoulders. She bit her lip to keep from sighing out loud at the memory of gripping those shoulders as he drove into her. “I don’t know,” he interrupted her reverie. “A sensible, two-door something or other.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “I just traded in my truck for the Mustang. I’ve never owned a sensible car in my life.”

Dean took her elbow and pulled her close to him. “Gotta love a woman in a truck,” he said, before kissing her. Morgan tried her best to memorize his taste, his scent and the feel of his lips on hers. This rendezvous was going to fuel her fantasies for a long time. She leaned into him, placing her hands on his solid chest. He groaned in response and wrapped his arms around her. In return, she drew his full bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled gently.

The kiss went on for what seemed like hours, until Morgan finally broke away to breathe. She gave Dean a sad smile and said, “We’d better head out. It’s going to be really late before we get home.”

“At least the storm’s passed,” he stated, cupping her ass and skimming his hands over her breasts one last time. She gasped lightly and he smirked at her response. “Arkansas, right?” he asked.

“Northwest Arkansas, to be exact,” she replied. “Why?’

“Well,” he said, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, “Sam and I travel a lot with our, um, job, so we might go through there eventually.” His next request was almost shy. “Maybe if we do, we could get together again?”

Morgan smiled, glad to know that he had enjoyed their interlude as much as she had. “I’d like that.” As she rattled off her phone number and Dean punched it into his phone, she checked to see if Kelsey was waiting on her.

Sam and Kelsey were again holding hands, neither one ready to let go. Sam stroked his thumb over the back of hers then raised their joined hands to brush a kiss across hers. She sighed heavily and laughed, “You’re making it awfully hard to say goodbye, you know.” She stepped closer to him and laid her head on his chest. He dropped another kiss on the top of her head and linked his arms around her waist.

“Sorry,” he replied, “I’m not exactly looking forward to it, I guess.” He glanced over the top of the car that Kelsey had pointed out to him and saw Morgan and his brother looked to be exchanging phone numbers. He leaned back, tipped Kelsey’s chin up and covered her lips with his. He didn’t think he would ever be able to see a pool table, or even hear the words for that matter, without thinking of her. He hoped she would have as fond of memories as he would.

He shouldn’t have worried. If Kelsey thought Sam would fit in the back of Morgan’s car, she would have knocked him out and took him home with her. Her birthday was coming up and she felt he would make the perfect present. Instead she concentrating on pouring all the emotions she felt for him, whatever they were, into their last kiss. Sam had been funny, warm and an amazing lover, but she didn’t think she could put all that into words. Especially with an audience. So instead, she tried to convey what she was thinking through actions. She gripped his bicep and squeezed. He moaned into her mouth and she smiled against his.

When they finished, Sam copied his brother’s idea. He took out his phone and asked, “Can I have your number? I’d like to call you if we’re ever around Fayetteville.” She nodded and gave him the digits. He took a deep breath and added, “I don’t want to promise anything.” His voice was quiet and held a sad note. “Dean and I…well, we’re doing some stuff that keeps us really busy and on the road a lot. It might be awhile before we are anywhere near you, so…”

Kelsey cut off his explanation with a quick kiss. “Sam, it’s okay. This was great and I would love to do it again. So if you’re ever in the area, or hell, in the state, give me a call. I would like to see you again.” The dimples she had noticed right off appeared again and he kissed her again.

“It was very nice meeting you Dean,” Morgan said, as she opened the door to her car. One more scorching kiss and Dean was backing away from her car.

“I think it was better than nice, darlin’,” he answered, the full-blown sinfully charming grin gracing his handsome face again. Morgan giggled uncharacteristically, waved, and got in the car. Dean gave a quick salute and sauntered towards an old Impala, parked three cars over.

“Bye Sam,” Kelsey whispered against his lips, giving them a final lick before getting in the passenger side of the Mustang.

“See you later Kels,” he answered and shut the door behind her.

Morgan and Kelsey watched the brothers get in their car and listened to the roar of the engine as it started. Morgan then put the car in reverse and backed out of Big Bill’s Restaurant and Emporium and headed towards home. Two seconds later, the Impala did the same, only heading in the opposite direction. Two similar conversations started at the same time.

“Alright, Kels,” Morgan said, rolling her eyes in response to her friend’s statement. “I promise, on my favorite Skechers and my Kate Spade purse that I will never complain about you needing a bathroom break ever again.”

“Okay, Dean,” Sam said, cutting off his brother’s smug list of reasons why he was always right. “The next time you want to stop for a beer, I will shut up and smile and go along with it.”

“Thank you,” Kelsey answered. She smiled evilly and added, “Who knew BFE Mississippi could be that hot?”

“Good,” Dean answered. He grinned and added, “That was the best damn rest stop ever.”