Chapter 57: Chapter 57
“That's where what? he asked, panicked.
“ Well, today was Jack's day off, but he had to stop by to give me some receipts for the bills I asked him to pay…” Vivian recalled, scratching the back of her neck “So, he also noticed how Charlie was doing. strange, and when she refused to come home, he invited her to a bar with him and some friends, for a drink and a little fun. And she accepted.
“Charlie?! “ he gasped “ In a bar? Drinking? With boys?
"That was the reaction I wanted to avoid…" Vivian grumbled, though the slight smirk on her face made it clear that a part of her was finding the whole thing hilarious.
“ What's the bar? “He asked, although his body had already moved by itself towards the door, in a state of full alert “Come on, Vivian, tell me!
“I'll say…” she tried to calm him down even though they both knew she couldn't “Just promise me you won't kill my other volunteer, okay?
The bar's name and address were barely out of Vivian's mouth when he shot toward his car once more, this time reaching speeds that maybe even the vehicle itself didn't know were possible. Still, it didn't seem fast enough. Not when the imaginary scene of Charlie surrounded by men, drunk, alone and vulnerable was playing through his mind, coupled with the memory of what she had said to him earlier in the day.
Maybe looking for a man who really wants me...
Is it possible that she would...? Just thinking about it made everything before him flash red, igniting his blood and heart to the point of blinding him for a moment, rendering Morgan unable to think of anything but getting to that bar, throwing his wife away. over his shoulder and carry her back to their home, to keep her forever by his side, where she should never have left. It was what his heart wanted most at that moment.
Usually, that was his prime cue for ignoring an idea and moving it to an obscure part of her mind. However, after what Vivian had told him, he realized that he had never asked himself something crucial...
What was more important: his sense of right and wrong or having Charlie by his side?
In that moment, when she didn't want to be around him and Morgan knew he'd let her down, there was no doubt what the answer was. His head could reason all he wanted, but his heart knew better. He just couldn't bear to be away from her. it didn't matter what What would happen in the future or how long would it take for her to get tired of him and leave his bed...
He needed Charlie. His wife. The woman he loved.
And it was driven by that burning, electrifying feeling that he finally made it to the bar, jumping out of the car and bursting through the worm-eaten door like a madman. Morgan didn't even need to look around more than once before he recognized the long, straight, brown-haired waterfall nearby, sitting on the counter and surrounded by several young boys, each holding at least a bottle of beer. Her feet moved faster than he could think and in the next instant he found himself behind her, even though Charlie didn't seem to have noticed it yet.
“Fuck the hottest older guys…” he heard Charlie mutter, his voice irritated and slurred, “They're nothing but a disappointment.
“ Well…” one of the unknown boys chuckled “So maybe it's time you gave the ugly young guys a chance…
“Shut up, Paul! “ Jack, who was sitting on Charlie's left side, growled “Charlie, are you sure it's not time to stop drinking...
" What a hell! “ she snarled, slamming the bottle she was holding on the counter “ Why do all the men want to keep acting like they're my father?!
" Well, I could be your daddy, if you want..." the boy who was sitting on Charlie's right started leaning towards her, full of mischief...
And, before she even realized what she was doing, Morgan grabbed him by the shoulder, making him gasp in surprise and pain. At the sound of the boy's wail, everyone turned to him, including Charlie, who looked desolate for a moment, before her face became possessed.
" Go away from here! she demanded, sitting up straight in her chair and turning her face away from his direction, but not before Morgan could see that her face was slightly red, evidence that she was drunk. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
" You are avoiding me. “ was all he could manage to growl.
“But how perceptive you can be when you want to be. “ she scoffed, taking a long drink from the bottle she was holding “I wish you could be like this all the time. That would have saved me a lot of disappointment...
“Charlie…” he growled slowly, trying to send a silent message to her that he was reaching the limits of her control, through that dangerous “You're drunk and we need to talk. So let's go home. Now!
“Do you swear you still think you're in charge of me? “ she turned to him again, glaring at him “Who do you think you are?
" Your husband. “ he replied simply, making a point of exchanging glances with all the boys around, making them turn pale, except for Jack, who looked more apprehensive about Charlie's state than anything else.
“ Well, I don't know if you know…” she laughed bitterly “But for this to be considered a real marriage, you should have stopped being head and…
He interrupted her sentence by stepping into the space between her and Jack and scooping Charlie into his arms, not giving the group of gawking young people behind them a second glance as he led her out of the bar.
“Uh… shouldn't we, like…” he heard one of them stammer “Call the police?
" Everything is fine. “ Jack replied, with a smile in his voice “ I know him. They really are husband and wife. And, it may sound strange, but I think that's exactly what they needed to get it right...
Jack's voice trailed off the moment he walked through the bar door and the shock that had gripped Charlie seemed to pass as she began to punch him awkwardly in the chest.
“Put me down! she demanded, with a snarl.
" No. “ he replied, categorically, while balancing her against his chest with one hand, so that he could open the passenger door with the other.
“I'm not going anywhere with you! “ she continued to kick, although the drink had made her much slower than usual “ What's your deal anyway? You don't want to fuck me, but you don't want to let anyone else do it either?
“Stop talking about sleeping with other men! “He grunted, feeling he was dangerously close to losing control, even though he finally managed to get her into the passenger seat and close the door.
" Oh yes? Is that what you want? “ she said, loud enough for him to hear her even through the closed window as he walked around so he could sit next to her “ You mean it pisses you off knowing that someone else can do what you don't want? That not everyone sees me as a helpless little girl who needs a diaper change?
“For the last time, Charlie…” he took a deep breath “That's not how I see you…
“Oh, sure. Sorry. I forgot that to the great protective Morgan Sullivan, I'm just a dirty dream for you to enjoy while you sleep, never awake." she half laughed and half growled, full of bitterness “ He's too virtuous and straight to admit that he enjoyed getting a blowjob from a girl a decade younger than him, so he'll find any stupid excuse to try to push her away from him, instead. instead of dealing with the situation like a grown man who is free to be with any woman he wants...
"Charlie…" he warned her, but she didn't seem to get her message that he was nearly going crazy with their conversation.
" Oh sorry. I forgot to mention that you don't see me as a woman, so of course I'm off your list of suitable people to frequent your bed..." He crossed his arms over his chest, pouting, "But don't worry, From today I won't be so pushy anymore. And much less idiot. There are plenty of other guys out there who are willing to take what I have to offer without me chasing them around like chickens...
Once again he interrupted her, this time wrapping his hands fiercely around her hips and pressing his body to hers, practically pinning her against the seat. Touching the tip of his nose to hers so that she had no choice but to look at him, Morgan licked his lips as he felt her erratic, slightly alcoholic breathing hit her face.
“Is this what you really want, Charlie? “ he growled, not being able to feel anything inside him but desire and determination “ My naughty little girl wants to be fucked that bad?
“I…” Charlie gasped and he realized she was squeezing her thighs together, locked in his gaze “I want you to stop being such a goddamn blockhead and not just admit you want me but do something about it.
" Very good. “ he nodded “ I'll do it.
"I'm not talking about sending me to a convent or any shit like that, Morgan…" Charlie complained, but he cut her off with a deep kiss, moving his tongue inside her like he wanted to move his cock inside her pussy right there, inside her. car.
" That would be difficult..." he finally replied, when the two ended the kiss, completely out of breath " Because there won't be a convent in the world that will accept you, after all the impure things I'm going to do to you today.
“You… You mean…” Charlie widened her eyes to the fullest, speechless “We'll…
" To get laid? Oh, we will…” he smirked, making her gasp “And don't you dare want to back out now! You asked for it and it drove me crazy for too long. Now, I'm just going to take what I want…” he ran his thumb over her bottom lip, imagining how pleasurable it would be to nibble on it as he came inside her “And you're going to give me everything, aren't you, little girl…?
After a moment of silence, in which her expression remained completely shocked, Charlie threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into one more passionate kiss, which seemed like a prelude to what was to come, in which she not only allowed him to did what he wanted inside her mouth, but he also reciprocated that treatment, running his hands all over his body, until he reached his already rigid cock inside his pants.
“Let's go home…” he finally broke the kiss, pulling away from her and making Charlie let out a needy little moan “I have better plans than taking your virginity in a car…
“Sounds nice to me…” she pouted, although she looks excited.
“Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure your pussy wets every one of those benches, too, that's for sure. “ he promised, making her blush beautifully “ But first, we need to prepare her, don't we?
“ How fast can this car get home? she asked, looking at the speedometer expectantly.
“ Not fast enough. “ Morgan replied “Which is why you're going to make sure you're ready for me when we arrive. “ Saying that, he took her hand and placed it over her vagina, starting the car right after “ What are you waiting for?"
Without wasting another second, Charlie slipped his hand inside the pants she was wearing, starting to masturbate hungrily while she stared at him, biting her lip. Trying his best to concentrate on the road as the scent of her arousal began to waft through the car, a part of Morgan realized he was going down a path of no return, but he couldn't seem to care. He would give Charlie what they both wanted, period.
Whether, later on, he would be able to let her go or not was another story.