Chapter 16 – Andie
ANDIE
It was Friday and things were going well with the build. I was in the kitchen sorting through the takeaway for Morgan when I saw Nolan’s van drive by. I heard Morgan come in through the living room.
“In here.” I called.
“Hey, Dad has gone home again.” He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and sucked at my neck.
“Mmm, that’s nice. I’ve ordered you food from the café,” I told him, leaning back into his body.
“Thank you, that’s great, but I have something else on my mind right now,” he replied, swaying from side to side and pressing his hard cock into my arse.
“Oh yeah? Like what?” I breathed and turned in his arms to look at him. His eyes had turned navy and swirled with desire.
“You, always you. Walking around wearing that, it’s not fair.” He gestured up and down.
“It’s just my dressing gown.”
“And what’s underneath?” he asked, running his hand up the back of my leg to my arse.
He had me there, I’d gotten out of the shower, dried off and the doorbell was ringing, so I just threw on my robe and went to get the takeaway. “Uh, nothing?”
“Really?” he asked, spinning me to look at him. “Open it.” He stepped back and pointed to the belt at my waist.
I gave him a sexy smile and tugged at the belt, letting it fall open. He licked his lips slowly and sucked in a deep breath. I felt the heat from his gaze as it slowly travelled up and down my body.
“You like?” I grinned and bit my lip.
“Fuck, yeah I like.”
He stalked towards me, pushing down the arms of my dressing gown so I stood naked in front of him. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and matching joggers. I saw the bulge of his erection pushing out the material.
“So, you said you had something on your mind?” I asked.
“Yeah, you.” He slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed his thumb from my clit to my opening.
Just his touch had me throbbing. “More, Morgan.”
He smirked at me and licked his lips, before twisting his hand and sliding his thumb inside me. He pumped slowly and it was driving me insane.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as I fought to stay standing. “I need you, Morgan. Now, please,” I begged.
He pushed down his joggers and boxers, his cock standing proudly, pulsing. In one movement he was picking me up and with my help, he was inside me.
“Oh yeah, that’s good,” I moaned as he thrust up into me.
He shifted position a little for the worktop to take my weight and thrust harder. “So. Fucking. Perfect,” he moaned in time with his thrusts.
Dropping his head, he sucked hard at the top of my right breast, leaving behind a pink mark. It was over quick. He got me so turned on I couldn’t hold it in.
“I’m coming, Morg, hard, harder.” I panted. “Come inside me, Morgan, I need to feel your cum dripping out of me.” I breathed.
“Fuck, yeah.” He thrust, then jerked a few times.
He pulled out of me and lowered me slowly.
Picking up my dressing gown off the floor, he wrapped me back up in it, pulling me into his chest. I slipped my arms around him, my breasts pressing against his top.
My hands were inside his t-shirt resting on his lower back.
The week he’d had Charlie full-time had been hell for me, and I had missed him a lot, the last week with him had been wonderful, I didn’t want to let him go, but his father would be back soon.
“Andie, being inside you bare is… I can’t even describe how good it makes me feel.” He breathed into my hair.
“I liked it, too. Nothing between us. It felt good.” I looked up at him, pushed up onto tiptoes and kissed him softly. “You’d better eat. Your dad will be back soon.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” He reluctantly pulled away and pulled up his boxers and joggers.
“I guess I need to have another shower.” I laughed, tying up my bathrobe.
“Sorry.” He blushed.
“It was worth it.” My skin was flushed, my body still tingling all over.
I’d made an appointment with a mobile hairdresser and beautician. I was taking a well-earned break from the club and Morgan was out with the boys at their local. So, me and the girls were going out in a different town.
“What time are you finishing work tonight?” I asked him.
“About six I think.”
“The car is coming for me around five. Can you ask Jon to lock up the gate before you go?”
“Yeah, no problem. Will I see you Sunday?” He took a step toward me and pulled me into him again. My body reacted and I instantly melted into his chest, loving the feel of his arms around me.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” I pressed further into him.
“Maybe we can go to the beach at the weekend? We could take Charlie?” he asked.
Fuck, a beach day was like a date day, right? And with his child? I stiffened and his hold on me loosened, and his shoulders dropped.
“Or not. We can just game or something.” He stepped back and opened the box that held the roast dinner I had ordered for him.
“Yeah, maybe the beach. See what the weather’s like. I’ll just get in the shower.” I darted out of the kitchen.
See what the weather is like? I fumed at myself. It was summertime, the weather was meant to be good for weeks. Why couldn’t I just say yes and give in to him? I liked him, but I still had the walls up.
He had gone back to work when I got out of the shower. I had my hair and makeup done then got dressed in a long black skirt, white ruffle blouse and open toed, black heels. I looked in my full-length mirror and liked what I saw.
I went out back to see Morgan again before I left.
He was bent over sawing wood when I exited the doors.
I sucked in a quick breath, pausing my steps to watch him work.
His arse was tight, and the muscles in his arms bulged as he worked the hand saw.
He stopped, took off his t-shirt, and used it to wipe at his face.
All he needed was a bottle of water to pour over his head and he would look like a TV advert.
“Hey.” He saw me watching him and looked me up and down.
“Hey, I’m just about to leave. Thank you both for this week. I’m so excited for it to be finished.”
“You look beautiful,” Morgan said, throwing down his t-shirt and coming towards me.
“Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say.” I blushed.
I wasn’t sure what to say to him in front of Nolan. We both stared awkwardly at each other for a few moments, until Morgan gave Nolan a look and he ambled further down the build.
“Don’t forget friends with benefits, but only with me, okay? No other men get you.” His hands stroked at my upper arms.
“I’ve told you; I don’t want anyone else.” I leaned in close so Nolan wouldn’t overhear.
“But you also don’t want me, not fully,” he replied.
It was a little too loud for my liking. Morgan shook his head a little. He had a frown on his face and his lips were slightly turned downward.
“Morg, we’ve been over this, I…” I was feeling frustrated; I reached out for his hand.
My feelings for him were so complicated.
I wanted to be with him, but there was still that ball of fear deep down in me, the devil on my shoulder saying things wouldn’t work out and not only would we both be hurt, but that I would lose him, and his family, too.
But if I kept him at arm’s length any longer, would I lose him anyway? My mind went in circles.
“Fuck, I know, I’m sorry. You just look so fucking good, and I guess I’m just feeling a little self-conscious and very jealous. Go have fun with the girls, okay?” He looked low in mood and walked away to start hammering at something.
I knew I needed to do something. “Morgan?”
“Yeah?” He stopped hammering and looked up at me. His mouth was set in a hard line and his eyes were duller than they had been moments ago.
I walked up to him, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and kissed him, opening his mouth with my tongue. I tried to put all that I was feeling into the kiss. “I’m with you.”
“About bloody time,” Nolan muttered, and Morgan chuckled against my lips.
“What was that, Nolan? I didn’t quite catch it.” I grinned.
“Ah, nothing. You two carry on,” he replied, getting back to work and moving further away.
I leaned back in and kissed Morgan again. “I’d better go. I’ll text you when I get home.”
“Okay. Have fun.” I left him smiling and watching me walk away, so I added a little extra sway to my hips.
We went to the first pub we saw when we got out of the car and headed straight to the bar.
It was already busy. We were just turning, drinks in hand, to look for a table when I heard, “Bugatti! Over here.” I turned to see an old friend of mine, Sully Jenkins waving at me from a table of men in the back of the room.
“Guess we’ve found a place to sit.” Betty smiled and, forgetting about me and Lauren, started to walk quickly over to the group. They slid into the red and gold fabric booth next to a group of very eager men.
“Andie Bugatti, been a long time. Saved you a seat.” Sully motioned to an empty space next to him.
It was so good to see him. I hadn’t seen him since I had moved to the US with the second husband. We spent the next two hours catching up. I told him about the ex-husbands, and he told me he had settled down from his wild days and was now married with three kids and had his own business.
The group was getting rowdier the more alcohol that was being consumed. I had been shouted at to smile so many times for photos to be taken on mobile phones, that my cheeks were starting to hurt.
“I have to use the toilet,” I called to Sully, who was chatting to one of his friends.
I indicated where I was going to Betty and Lauren.
They, of course, went with me. Thankfully, there wasn’t a long queue for the ladies, and I nipped into the toilet.
Betty and Lauren had taken the ones either side of me.
I came out, washed my hands, and checked my phone whilst waiting for the other two. I had a text from Morgan.
M: Looks like you’re having fun!
Along with the photo of me and Sully.