Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
RHYS
I ’m not the first one awake. Morgan is sitting on top of my rolled-up swag drawing something in her book.
“Keen to get home, Princess?” I ask as I sit up on my elbows.
She looks up at me. “My home or the station?”
“Where is your home?”
She doesn’t reply, just shifts her gaze back to the book. “I don’t know.” She whispers, low enough I’m certain I wasn’t meant to hear her.
I take that as my opportunity to go for a leak. I walk past the spot I had a wank and right there on the ground is my dried cum. I chuckle to myself and decide that’s the perfect spot to piss.
“Oh my god, how about you piss where I can’t see or hear you?” Morgan calls out.
“Didn’t seem to be an issue for you last night.” I smirk at her and watch as her eyes grow wide and cheeks flush.
I wasn’t sure if what I was hearing was her or the memory of her moans. Glad to know it was in the moment. Meaning she came just before I did. I think I’m meant to feel some sort of disgust or something. But all I feel is immense pride.
She fucked herself to me fucking myself. The thought has my cock growing hard as I try to tuck it away.
We’re toeing a fine line. One we’ve already crossed… or just pushed up against. At this point I don’t think it matters. I’m starting to wonder if it’s just a matter of time.
Eventually, Davis and Beau are up and I’m cooking breakfast. I float the idea of another swim, but it’s already eight thirty and we have to stop in to get more supplies for the station, so instead we just head home.
The drive is uneventful and by time we get back it’s three o’clock. Morgan is keen to see Esky and I’m keen to, I don’t know, be back around familiar grounds.
“Thank you for dragging me along.” Morgan looks up at me, her smile meeting her eyes.
“Anytime, Princess.”
She groans which has me grinning. I can’t help it, I get a kick out of getting under her skin.
When we get to the front of my place, we’re met with an excited dingo and an equally excited five-year-old.
With a squeal, Molly is shouting, “You’re back!”
“Of course we are. Did we miss out on anything?”
“Dad is being a poo head.” Morgan and I both look at Molly questionably. “He said he’s getting someone to teach me things. I don’t want to learn things.”
Morgan hides her reaction behind Esky, kissing her head instead of laughing. I cough to cover up the laugh.
“We all have to learn, as boring as it may be.” I tell her. I hated school myself .
Morgan tells Molly about going to Uni. “I went to university in the big city and got a cool job because of it.”
“I don’t want a cool job.” Molly huffs while crossing her arms over her body.
Thank God for Brent and his timing. “There you are, you can’t take off like that.” He spots us, “Oh, you guys are back.”
“Yeah, been back for a few minutes, dropped that stuff off to Dani and being informed of a teacher someone doesn’t want.”
Brent groans and explains that he had to.
He can’t do his job and keep asking Dani to watch Molly while she’s trying to do hers.
Not that he had to explain his decisions to me, and I tell him as such.
Brent leaves not long after, dragging a peeved Molly behind him, who is still strongly announcing her opinion on the teacher thing. Thank God I don’t have kids.
Morgan has gone inside, I follow after her. “I’m going to check the cattle in the yards.”
“Aren’t you still technically on leave?”
I shrug, “Yeah, but what sort of manager would I be if I didn’t check? Want to come with me?”
She looks at me sceptically before replying. “Nah, I’m going to have a shower then find Cook. I need a salad or something.”
I laugh out an ‘okay’, then leave her to it.
When I get to the yards, Beau is there. “Same thought?”
“Yeah apparently.” I stick my hand in to touch one of the heifers.
“Thought you would be with Morgan?”
I look at him puzzled, why on earth would he think that? “Why? ”
“You guys haven’t bickered once today,” he shrugs, “So assumed you guys have?—”
“Don’t finish that sentence. And no, she’s my best friend’s sister. I’m not crossing that line.” I don’t know if I’m trying to convince him or me.
“And what, kissing her isn’t crossing a line? And you’re now being nice to each other?”
Fucking Beau. The kiss was a mistake. So is the wanking with her on my mind. Not that I can seem to stop that. And I can’t explain the being nice part.
Deciding to not think too deeply about it, I banish the thoughts from my mind. But much like Morgan, they come back.
Together Beau and I go through the motions. And that’s how we spend the rest of the afternoon.
The next morning, we’re back in full swing, and up at the crack of dawn.
Entering the kitchen, I’m met with Morgan hunched over her sketchpad. She either doesn’t notice that I’m in the same room as her, or she doesn’t care. Both annoy me.
I go about making coffee. When I place the mug in front of her, she almost jumps clean off the chair. I bite my tongue, trying not to laugh.
She frowns at the coffee then her eyes shift looking towards me. And when those brilliant blues settle on me, they grow wide. She quickly snaps her sketchpad closed. Which has me wondering what she’s hiding .
I arch an eyebrow. “What ya drawing?”
“None of your business.” She stands up. Only now noticing she’s in a skintight white tank top. I’m not overly proud of myself when my gaze shifts from her face to her tits. She’s not wearing a bra, and her nipples form into peaks, poking through her top.
I groan. “Go put on a bra; we have shit to do.”
We don’t, but I don’t want to look at her perky tits. God yes, I do. Naturally she glares at me. Then she turns on her heels and marches to her room. In those fucking short shorts. She’s going to kill me or get me killed.
Deciding not to put myself through torture, I think it’s best she stays back with Davis, who is working in the shop giving Dani a day off, and because I don’t want him pulling a stitch.
I’d like to take a minute to pat myself on the back for showing something that resembles self-control. Although it is fucking thinning.
I walk outside to get fresh air. Beau and Davis are already there. Davis is lighting up a smoke, while Beau drones on about something. Saying a quick good morning, I tell them about the plans.
“I’m fine, I can go out.” Davis almost sounds whiny.
“Lift your arms,” he goes to, until I say above his head. Which he can’t do. “Yeah no, you’re in the shop.”
“It’s just the stitches.”
“Staying.” He frowns but accepts his fate. “Oh, also I think it’s best Morgan stays back today as well.”
He blows out a cloud of smoke, “So, I’m on Morgan duty?”
“No, Morgan is on Davis duty.”
I laugh at my own joke while his frown somehow deepens. And almost like fucking Beetlejuice Morgan steps outside. Thank fuck, she has a bra on, and well, her denim shorts aren’t much better than the silk shorts from earlier, but they’ll do. “Princess, you’re with Davis.”
She stands next to me. “How about Morgan, you’re with Davis.”
I pretend to think on it before answering. “Nah, I like my version better.”
“You would.” She rolls her eyes while crossing her arms over her chest.
Beau groans and rolls his eyes. “Back to the bickering then?”
“We are not.” It probably doesn’t help that we said it at the same time.
Davis blows out a lung full of cigarette smoke.
“Can I try?” Morgan asks.
“Ah, no.” I say on reflex.
“You can’t keep telling me what I can and cannot do.”
“I can.” I turn to face her.
She mirrors my moves and faces me. “Not.”
“For fuck sake, would you two just fuck already?” Beau plucks the smoke from Davis’s hand and gives it to her. I look to Davis, he just shrugs.
I watch to see how she goes. Which isn’t well. Because as soon as her lungs fill with the nicotine, she is coughing everywhere.
I can’t help but point out the obvious. “Almost like you should have listened.”
Once she can take a breath without a cough or wheeze, she straightens and opens her mouth, but Davis is quicker. “Let’s get to the shop.”
Morgan doesn’t take her glare off of me but nods and agrees. I watch their retreating forms, when Beau comes to stand next to me.
“What happened to the no bickering?”
“I don’t know, it’s our natural default I guess,” I clap his back, “Come on, let’s get to work.”