Chapter 4

Morris

 

“So, you’re taking my sister out tonight,” Marc states as he walks back with me from the shooting range. We all have to log a certain amount of hours each month, so the whole team comes out twice a week to shoot together. Just what I need a protective big brother whose armed.

“Yup. She hasn’t called or texted me to say any different, so I assume that we’re still on.” At least I hope to hell that we are. This has been the longest four days I’ve ever experienced.

“Did you make sure that she had your number?” He asks, and I stop dead in my tracks.

“Fuck,” I say while swiping my hand down my face. I was so determined to ask her out, that I forgot to give her my fucking number or at least get hers. Motherfucker! Marc is staring at me with his mouth open. I hope a fucking wasp flies in.

“You never gave her your number or got hers, did you?”

“Fuck man I was just trying to make sure that I actually asked her out. I left before I said or did something stupid.”

“What the hell could you have done that would have been dumb enough to not get her number?”

Fuck her against the wall she was standing in front of while you were in the other room comes to mind. But instead of saying that little gem that would be a sure-fire way to get my ass shot I go with, “I dunno. As everyone pointed out last week I seem to go dumb when she’s around.”

He’s smirking at me while saying, “That you do. At least she’s too oblivious to notice.” Thank god for small favors.

“Yeah, so I just didn’t want to fuck it up.”

“What didn’t you want to fuck up?” Damon asks while coming out of nowhere. That creepy bastard really is too silent.

“When he finally decided to find his balls and ask Mel out, the dipshit forgot to exchange numbers to make sure that she could contact him.”

“What the fuck man? Do we need to write out instructions on how to ask a woman out for you?” Damon is now looking at me with disgust. He never fucking talks, but decides that this is the time that he’s going to have a conversation?

“You really aren’t one to talk either buddy,” Marc states while looking at both of us like we’re pathetic…which we probably are.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Damon asks while glaring at him. This should be interesting.

“You pretty much stalk Michelle but never have the balls to actually go after her. How do you think she would respond if she found out that you’ve been scaring guys away from her?”

What?

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hmm, so it wasn’t you that I saw scare the piss out of the guy who asked her out about a month ago?”

“You know that I’m a twin, right?”

“Yeah, that could work if Dec wasn’t standing right next to me.”

“The guy was an asshole only looking to get his dick wet and you know it. So, what I should just let her go out with that piece of shit? Is that what you would’ve done?”

At this point, Damon is almost yelling at Marc and looks like he’s about two seconds from clocking him. At least I’m not the only one with issues.

“Well no, but here’s the thing. Shell has been in my life forever. She’s like another sister to me. So yeah, I would’ve done the same thing. But let’s face facts. There are no brotherly feelings on your part. What you’re doing is trying to stake your claim without her even knowing it. That’s where you and I differ.” He has a point. We all have seen the way Damon watches her. His stare is so intense that I’m surprised that she hasn’t combusted into flames.

“I don’t need this bullshit. Just stay the fuck out of it…both of you!” I raise my arms up in a gesture of surrender while Marc the asshole just raises an eyebrow. Damon storms off without a backward glance and I turn to look at Marc.

“Was that really necessary?” I ask him.

“Like I said, she’s like a sister to me. He either needs to shit or get off the pot. He can’t have it both ways. If he doesn’t want her, there are a lot of other guys out there who do. Who would actually talk to her instead of just being a stalker? He needs a kick in the ass otherwise, he’s going to miss out and be even more miserable than he already is.”

“Well, Yoda aren’t you just full of wisdom today,” I say as snarky as I can get.

“At least I can get a woman, unlike the two of you.”

“I don’t think it counts if you can’t even remember their names.”

“It does if I’m not walking around with blue balls like you are. Wait, forget I said that. I don’t ever want the mental image of you and my sister.”

“So, I shouldn’t call you after the first time we have sex? Ya know so you can congratulate me on not having blue balls anymore?”

“I mean this wholeheartedly. If you even think about telling me that you fucked my sister, I will slit your throat and leave your body in a ditch.”

The scary part is that he seems completely serious…he really would do it.

“Noted.” While smiling with a shit eating grin he says, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date to go get ready for.” And walks away whistling to himself. It didn’t occur to me until I got home that I never did get her number…Fuck!

 

****

Mellie

 

“What in the hell happened to your room?” Marc yells from directly behind me, making me jump and drop everything that I was holding.

“Holy shit! You scared the hell out of me! Don’t you know how to knock?” I practically scream at him.

“Your door is open so what’s the point of knocking?” I would love to wipe that smile off his face. He’s been sneaking up on me since we were kids. I hated it then and I hate it even more now.

“To let me know that you’re there you sneaky freak!” It’s amazing that a man his size is as quiet as he is.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Jerk.

“And to answer your original question, I’m trying to decide what to wear tonight.”

“That required this level of destruction?”

Now that I look around, I can understand why he’s looking at me like I’m insane. Almost every article of clothing that I own is either on my bed or my floor. Considering that I use both his and hers walk-in closets, my room does look like a bomb went off. But what am I supposed to do? Nothing I try on looks right. I want to look sexy without looking slutty and nothing seems to be working. Not even my favorite Armani little black dress that goes with everything. I knew it was meant to be mine the minute I saw the 60% off tag on it. Usually, it gives me the right amount of sexy/classy. It’s completely black with one long sleeve on my right and totally sleeve-less on my left. It ends just above my knees, so I don’t look like I’m out trolling at a nightclub. I usually pair it with my nude pumps and all silver jewelry. But not even that is looking right today and I’m in freak out mode.

“I can’t decide on what to wear,” I say, as whiny and pathetic as I can. Hopefully, he’ll feel sorry for me and leave me in peace.

“You have an entire store in here to choose from. Just throw something on and call it a day,” he says looking all proud of himself like he just figured out the cure for cancer.

“Um, no. Are you kidding me? I’m not just going to, throw something on,” and leave it at that. This is important jackass. I want to look good without looking like I’m trying too hard.”

“But you are trying too hard,” he smirks.

“Why are you here again?” I question.

He really needs to get a clue that I’m starting to get pissed and leave me the hell alone.

“I wanted to see how badly you were freaking out. And, judging by your room I’d say a lot.”

“Is that all?”

“Well, I figured that I would help you out a bit.”

“And how are you going to do that?” I say raising my eyebrow at him. Cupid he is not.

“I obviously date more than you do, so.”

I throw up my hand.

“Stop right there. It doesn’t count as, “Dating” when the only place you take the chick is to bed. I wouldn’t take dating advice from you if my life depended on it. The only thing I would ever ask you is how to get rid of an STD.”

Putting both of his hands in front of his heart he says, “Ouch. little sister, I’m incredibly hurt that you think that I would ever have an STD. I will have you know that I am always extra careful. Especially if she looks like she been ridden hard and put away wet a few too many times.”

“You’re absolutely disgusting!” I say while scrunching my nose at him. I love him to death, but his dick is going to fall off someday and he is only going to have himself to blame.

 

“Fine, I won’t help you at all.”

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

“Okay miss high and mighty, let me ask you something.”

“Go for it.”

“What time is he picking you up?” I go to reply when I realize that I have no clue. Morris didn’t mention a time when he asked me and, and he also didn’t text or call this week. Marc is reveling in my deer in headlights look and I’m now freaking out even more than I was before. Omg, what if he’s already on his way? I’m nowhere close to being ready!

“Calm down, you obsessive psycho, he mentioned today that you both never exchanged numbers. Which seriously, I don’t know who is worse at this whole dating thing; you or him.”

“So, you gave him my number so that he could text me?” I ask way too hopefully knowing damn well that my brother would never be that kind.

“Nope.” I really want to slap that smirk off his face. Is it considered assaulting an officer if the jackass is your own blood?

“So...?”

“I figured that I would just give you his number and let you get a hold of him.” Yup, I really need to check the laws on assault.

“You know damn well how awkward I am…why would you think that it would be a good idea to have me contact him first? I can barely function when it comes to him.”

“I know.”

“You are truly the world’s shittiest brother.”

“I’m bored and figured this would give me some entertainment.”

“I really hope that you get herpes.”

“So hateful. I guess that I shouldn’t give you this piece of paper with his number on it then?”

That jackass is holding it above his head knowing that even if I had a step stool that I would never be able to reach it. He’ll let this go on forever, so I play a trump card.

“Hey, did dad ever figure out how his fully restored 1958 Ford Thunderbird ever got that horrible dent in the back of the passengers side?”

“You wouldn’t. I was a stupid teenager when that happened.”

“Yes, because you decided to take out the school skank in dads most prized possession. And who happened to cover for you, saying that you were at home all night?”

“I can’t believe that you would rat me out after all this time.”

“I won’t rat you out if….you give me that piece of paper and you text Morris my number so that he can let me know what time to be ready by.”

“You’re an evil little shit, do you know that?”

“It’s not my fault that I was the good one growing up.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, fine you win. You really take the fun out of life.” He throws the paper at me while taking out his phone and sulking away. I really wouldn’t have told dad, but he doesn’t need to know that. Plus, I think dad would still kill him if he ever found out the truth. I’m almost 100% convinced that he loves that car more than us. He still washes and waxes the damn thing every Sunday.

Just then, my phone beeped with an incoming text. Looking at my phone and the piece of paper verifying that it was Morris. The smile that broke out on my face almost hurt.

 

Morris: Hey Mel. This is Morris. Sry I didn’t text you earlier ur bro just gave me ur #. Sry I 4got 2 ask 4 it. I’ll pick u up @ 7:30 if that’s good?

Me: Hey, yeah that’s fine. I just got home so it’ll give me time to shower & get ready.

A little white lie never hurt anyone. He doesn’t need to know that I left work early to get ready.

Morris: Ok gr8 I’ll see u then

Me: Okay, see you later

 

Okay, now to continue freaking out for the next three hours! Okay LBD you haven’t failed me yet, let’s hope that you don’t start tonight. Now to just shower and hope that my hair will cooperate with the sexy waves I want instead of making me look like a freaking chia pet!

Two and a half hours later and my long hair is in perfect waves that caused me a few burns on my fingers, thanks to my flat iron, but still totally worth it. My makeup is actually on point since it’s not always one of my best talents. But thanks to YouTube my winged eyeliner looks amazing. Who knew a spoon would be helpful applying eyeliner? My smoky eyeshadow makes my eyes pop, and to make sure that I don’t look like a clown or hooker I chose a nude lip gloss. All in all, I have to say that I look pretty good. Medium sized, silver hooped earrings, my Tiffany heart necklace that I got for my 21st birthday and my Alex & Ani charm bracelet complete my look. I hear the doorbell ring just as I’m stepping into my pumps, my nerves get the better of me and I stumble a bit. Shit, get it together girl. You can do this! He’s just a guy. Albeit, a freaking gorgeous guy, but a guy nonetheless.

I walk out of my room and down the hall stopping right before the end when I hear Marc open the door. This is it. Either it will be a great night or suck balls.

“Hey man, come on in, she should be out in a minute.”

“Okay, thanks.” I hear Morris say. I walk out so that I can make my presence known and not be a weirdo. I stop dead in my tracks when I get a look at Morris. He’s wearing a light green button-down shirt and has the sleeves rolled up to show off his tattoos; dark blue jeans and black shit kickers complete his outfit. Looking up, I see that he’s shaved, but still has enough stubble to make him look rugged. And man, oh man, is that shirt really bringing out the green in his eyes. I realize that he’s been watching me peruse his body and of course, I promptly blush bright red. His smirk and the crinkling in his eyes making me know that I’m busted, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He’s now doing the same thing to me, looking at me from head to toe. And, if the heat in his eyes is anything to go by, I chose my outfit well.

“Hey Mel, you look beautiful,” he says as he leans in and kisses my cheek. Again, I’m freaking blushing like a twelve-year-old girl.

“Hi, Morris. You look great too.” Between my blush and barely speaking above a whisper, things are not looking too good for me tonight. I really need to find my big girl panties and put them on.

“Ahem. I’m glad we all agree that everyone looks good, but how about you two take this wonderfully awkward conversation out to the truck. Some of us want to lock up and finish getting ready for our own night.” Marc says a snarky as possible. I swear if it wouldn’t make me look like a psycho I would slap the holy hell out of my shithead brother. I see me drawing on him with a sharpie when he is asleep in his near future…very near future. At least I’m not alone, Morris looks like he’d like to kick his ass too.

“Right. Ready to go Mel?” Morris asks, while giving Marc a menacing glare that my jackass brother doesn’t seem at all concerned about.

“Yup, just let me grab my clutch,” I say as I walk over to the side table and pick it up, along with my black leather jacket. I know that it probably doesn’t go well with my dress, but this jacket is as soft as butter. I’ve had it for years and is perfectly broken in.  I look over and see Morris raising an eyebrow at my choice of coat.

“What? Girls can’t wear leather?” Both of them start to kind of make choking noises and that’s when it dawns on me what I just said.

“Not like that you pervs! Get your minds out of the gutter!” I say while walking past both of them out the door and toward Morris’ truck. Morris runs over and opens the door for me and helps me in since his truck is made for his height and definitely not mine.

“Thanks,” I say while smiling at him before I start to buckle my seat belt.

He leans in close even for me to smell how good he smells and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear and whispers, “You're very welcome sweetheart.” Winks, closes the door and starts to walk toward the driver's side. Oh boy, am I in trouble! And I wish that I had brought another pair of panties because these are now ruined.

 

****

Morris

 

Holy shit I need a moment to get my dick under control. Luckily, it’s dark out and there isn’t much light in the cab of my truck. I was doing good looking at her until she innocently made that leather comment. Now, all I can do is picture her in full body leather, or maybe just leather pants and a leather corset, or…. fuck and now my little problem is becoming a big problem. Thankfully, I’m able to get myself under control by the time we pull up to the restaurant. Now I just need to keep my shit together and not maul her like a sicko.

I walk around the front and open up her door and help her out. I may be an asshole at the best of times, but my mother did engrain manners into me. And going by her sweet smile and blush, I should call my mother and thank her for always being on my ass when I was younger. She thanks me as I help her down and I put my hand on her lower back right above her perfect ass to help her walk into the restaurant. Does she need help to walk in? Probably not, but I’m definitely going to take every opportunity I have to touch her. I have been waiting for this for months and I’ll be damned if I don’t try to get her to crave my touch as much as I crave to touch her.

We walk in and up to the hostess. “Hi. How can I help you?” She practically purrs at me while licking her lips. Usually, I don’t mind that she’s looking at me like I’m her next meal. I’ve never had any problem getting my fair share of women. But, she’s pissing me off ignoring the fact that I’m here with someone.

“Yeah. Jackson for two.” I emphasize the two while looking over at Mellie hoping that this chick catches my drift. But her next statement proves either this bitch is dumb or just doesn’t care. My money is on the latter.

“Oh, so just you and your sister?” I’m about to say something when I hear a cute little snort from beside me.

“Honey, do we look anything alike? You know damn well that I’m not his sister. I suggest you show us to our table before I decide to tell your manager how you like to throw your skanky self at customers while their dates watch.”

I can’t even help the laugh that comes out of my mouth. Mellie is always as sweet as can be, I would’ve never imagined her getting in this chicks face and saying all that. But damn if it doesn’t make me happy and my dick hard as a rock at the same time. The hostess just huffs and walks toward our table.

Mellie looks up at me sheepishly and goes, “What? I can’t stand that shit. Just because I try to be nice all the time doesn’t mean I’m a pushover. You’ve met my brother. I obviously have a snarky side too.”

Then follows the hostess to our table and sits down. Well damn, I liked her a lot before, but after that, she’s definitely going to be mine. There is nothing sexier than a woman with a backbone.

I sit down across from Mel as the hostess practically throws our menus at us and angrily walks away. Well, this is a great start to the night. Mel is looking down at the menu and I take a moment to study her. She really is one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen, but it’s more than that.  Her comments a few minutes ago proved that. I’ve had that happen before where a waitress would slip me her number even though I did nothing to encourage it while out on a date. And instead of being pissed off at the waitress, my date got pissed off at me saying that I must have done something to invite her to do so. At my age, I am damn tired of women who play games and try to mess with my head. That whole scene with Mellie proved even more that she is definitely the type of woman that I have been looking for. Her next comments just cement the fact that she will be mine even more.

“I’m sorry for telling her off and causing a scene. I just find it so disrespectful to hit on someone when they are obviously out with someone else. Her sister comment just really pissed me the hell off. Unfortunately, I tend to have my mother’s temper and once I’m mad, I can’t seem to help myself. My dad and Marc tell us that we are going to get ourselves in trouble with our mouths someday. But it’s no excuse, I should’ve just ignored her skanky ass.”

At this point, I can’t even hide my smile. Some bitch is rude to her and she’s apologizing to me for putting her in her place. 

She’s scrunching up her nose in the cutest fucking way and goes, “Are you laughing at me? I’m being serious Morris and trying to apologize!”

“Honey, I’m not laughing at you, I swear. I just can’t believe that you’re apologizing to me when it’s her who should be apologizing to you. You didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, I find it damn sexy the way you stood up for yourself.” And that pretty blush is back and goes all the way down her neck. I have a feeling that I’ll be saying a lot of things just to see that blush more often. I can tell that she is trying to compose herself when she responds barely above a whisper.

“Ahh well thanks, ahem, but I still shouldn’t have caused a scene like that.”

So, fucking adorable.

“Trust me, honey, everyone else in the area agreed with you. And I didn’t mind watching you put her in her place at all.” And neither did anyone else. You could see that all the other patrons agreed wholeheartedly with Mel.

“Right so, ah, what do you think is good here?” She’s getting redder by the minute and I figure that I should go with her not so subtle topic change. Guess she doesn’t like attention on herself, good to know that she isn’t self-absorbed.

“I don’t know. The place has really good reviews, their shrimp scampi was said to be one of the best.” She looks up at me and smiles breathtakingly at me. I’ll change the topic a thousand times over just to see that smile

“Well then I guess I’ll give that a try.” She states and puts her menu down.

The rest of dinner went off perfectly. It was probably one of the best dates that I have ever had. Mellie was as sweet as ever and the conversation flowed as if we had known each other for years. What was surprising was how sarcastic she truly is. That was something that I wasn’t really expecting and almost spit out my beer more than once when I wasn’t prepared for what was coming out of her mouth. Holy shit, I thought Marc was sarcastic but damn, I think she wins the award. I really wasn’t expecting for my comment of how I’ll grow on to her to turn on me.

“Seriously Morris, how can you not like horror movies? I really don’t know if I can ever be near you again. I think that I may have just lost all respect for you.”

“Why would I want to watch some psycho walk around trying to kill a babysitter? The movies are all the same and the people killed deserve it if they are going to be dumb enough to run up the stairs instead of out the front door like a normal human being would.”

She’s now looking at me like I killed her damn dog. Who seriously likes horror movies this much?

“Because they are great movies! And not everyone runs up the stairs. They only run up them if the killer is by the door obviously.” She is dead serious right now, she 100% thinks that horror movies are amazing. I feel like I should tread lightly, but I think that I already have an anchor attached to my foot if her looks are anything to go by.

“Why don’t we just agree to disagree. And maybe I’ll even get you to watch and love a documentary with me. I’m sure those will grow on you.” And hopefully, I will too. She’s now looking at me very sweetly and I’m beginning to feel like I won the lottery, until she opens her mouth and says in the sweetest voice imaginable, “Aww grow on me just like a fungus?”

I almost spit out the beer I was drinking. And she just keeps smiling at me like the cat that got the canary. I see now that there is a whole lot of hellion hidden under all that sweet. But damn if it doesn’t make me like her even more.

 

****

 

I pull into her driveway and I realize that I really don’t want this night to end. I had more fun than I’ve had in a long time and it has everything to do with the woman sitting next to me. Even just sitting in silence with the radio on is comfortable with her. I don’t want to let her go into that house, but I know that if I don’t, something that we aren’t ready for will happen. The last thing that I want to do is rush this no matter how much my dick is telling me otherwise.

“I had a really great time tonight, thank you, Morris. And again, I’m really sorry that I went off on the hostess, I just couldn’t seem to keep my mouth shut. That just seems to happen sometimes. It’s like my mouth has a mind of its own. I don’t even realize it’s happening until it’s too late.”

Huh, she babbles when she’s nervous…so fucking cute. At this point, I can’t take it anymore, I need to taste her. I reach over and put my hand behind her head. I pull her toward me slowly, giving her enough time to decide whether or not she wants this. I look into her eyes and see absolutely no hesitation and that’s all it takes for my control to snap. My mouth is on hers the next second. Her plump lips are even softer than I’ve imagined. I lick the seam of her lips and she opens right away giving me full access to her. She tastes like the chocolate cake and coffee she had for dessert. But there’s something else too that’s all her. I feel starved and that she is the only thing that will take away my hunger. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer to her. At the same moment, she sucks my tongue into her mouth and I almost fucking blow. I start to slow the kiss down before I embarrass myself or fuck her right in front of her house.

When I pull away, I can see that her lips are swollen, and her eyes are dilated. Her hair is slightly mussed from me running my fingers through her soft strands. If I don’t get her out of this truck and to her door I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.

“Come on pretty girl, let’s get you to your door,” I say as I unbuckle my seatbelt. She looks up at me dazed.

“Huh? Oh right, yeah, yeah my door.” She’s now kind of scrambling to unbuckle her seatbelt and open the door. I feel a thousand feet tall know that my kiss affected her so much. I rush around to her side to help her out of the truck. After she is out, I grab her hand and walk her to her door. My self-control is very close to non-existent right now and I really need to get her behind that closed door.

“I really did have a great time tonight. Thank you again,” she says while smiling up at me bashfully. Christ, if she gets any cuter I’m not going to be able to take it. But I definitely need to see her again.

“You're welcome Mel. I had an awesome time too. Hey, do you have any plans this weekend?”

“No, I mean just the shop until the early afternoon and then nothing. Why?”

“I don’t know if Marc told you, but we’re all going 4-wheeling Saturday and I wanted to see if you wanted to come along. I know most women don’t really like to get all dirty, but it’s a lot of fun. You can just ride on the back of mine.”

She’s smirking at me and I can’t fully place the look. It’s a cross between happy, mischievous, and shy.

“I would love to go. But are you sure that you wouldn’t mind me tagging along? Ya know the other guys might give you crap for bringing a girl along.”

“No, I’m sure they won’t care. The more the merrier. Do you want me to pick you up?” Again, she’s smirking at me and I just can’t figure it out. I feel like I’m really missing something, but I just don’t know what.

“No, that’s okay. I can ride in with Marc. It doesn’t make sense for you to drive here if he’s already going that way.”

“Okay, well then I guess I’ll see you on Saturday Mel,” I say while bending down and kissing her on the spot on her neck right below her ear. She doesn’t disappoint as I can see the whole-body shiver that she does.

“Okay, Saturday,” she replies in a husky voice that tells me that I really need to get back in my truck now.

She’s almost inside when I say, “Oh hey, make sure that you wear something that you don’t mind getting dirty.” Again, that damn smirk before she totally blows me away.

“Don’t worry, I have a lot of stuff that I can get very, very dirty.” And with that, she smiles and shuts the door behind her. Well damn a cold shower it is tonight.