Sand In My Boots - Morgan Wallen Story

Chapter 3

"She's a lot, I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Hey, anything for a night of privacy," he grinned shyly. "So, where did you find this place?"

"My dad used to take me here when I was little. My mom and I lived in Maine, but every summer she'd ship me off to my dad in Vermont so she could spend the summer on tour with her band."

"She was in a band?" he asked.

"It was more an excuse to get hammered on the road with her friends than it was a band if you ask me, but yeah."

"Oh," he said quietly.

"It's fine. I loved spending my summers with my dad. He'd bring me here and I'd get to play pool with his buddies and sing on the karaoke machine, and Mama Jo would always bring me the crispiest soda," I said, smiling to myself, thinking back upon those memories.

"Two whiskeys for you my darlings," said Mama Jo, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Anything else?" she asked, putting the drinks down on the coasters.

"No, we're good. Thanks Mama Jo," I said. She smiled and walked back to the bar. I felt my phone buzzing against the table. I looked at the screen. Shit.

"It's Jared," I said. Morgan grinned.

"So what are you gonna do?" he laughed, mocking me.

"I don't know? Do I pick up?"

"Girl, you look like a teenager about to get grounded," he chuckled. I didn't even have time to respond before he picked up my phone and put it on speaker.

"Hey Jared," he said. I took a sip of my whiskey. This couldn't be good.

"Morgan? Where are you guys? Is Aubrey okay?"

"I'm fine Jared, we're just... at the park," I said, panicking. Morgan tilted his head, quietly laughing at me. 'The park?' he mouthed silently, confused. I shook my head.

"The park? Which park? I hear music," Jared said.

"Yeah, there's a, um, fiesta at the park. A Mexican fiesta, with tacos and everything," I said, shrugging at Morgan who looked at me even more confused than before.

"Really? Where? We are kind of starving, we'll swing by for some tacos, right guys?" he asked. I heard Ernest and Jesse agreeing in the background. Fuck!!

"They're fully booked now actually, they won't let anyone else in," I said.

"They're fully booked... at the park?" Jared asked, confused.

"Yeah.. Um, the reception is actually quite bad, Jared, I can't hear you well, but thank you for the amazing night and I will text you in the morning! Bye!" I said, grabbing my phone out of Morgan's hands and hanging up. He looked at me and bursted out laughing.

"Girl, you are a terrible liar," he laughed.

"Shut up," I said, flipping him off. "Why did you pick up?"

"Why not? You ain't gotta be scared of fucking Jared," he giggled.

"I'm not scared of him," I said. "You're the one who's scared of him. You said earlier that you would've kissed me if it wasn't for him," I shrugged defensively. He bit his bottom lip slightly and narrowed his eyes.

"Careful, you're on dangerous grounds," he warned.

"Oh yeah? Am I lying though?" I dared. He got up from his side of the booth and came to join me on my side. I slid down the seat and he sat down next to me, trapping me between him and the wall.

"Wanna say that again?" he dared me.

"I think you won't make a move on me 'cause you're scared of Jared," I said without breaking eye contact. He got closer to me, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath tickling my lips. He put a strand of hair behind my left ear softly.

"Definitely not scared," he whispered, locking his lips with mine. He tasted like whiskey and tobacco. His lips were soft and his mustache tickled my nose slightly. He opened his mouth and let his tongue flirt with mine, putting his left hand on the back of my head to deepen the kiss. I could feel his right hand moving slowly from the small of my back to my butt. My heart was racing. Finally. I wrapped my left arm around the back of his neck and moved closer to him. Both of his hands grabbed my hips roughly and he sat me down on top of him. My knees were on the booth and I could feel his jeans rubbing against mine between my legs. Things were getting hot. Too hot. Too fast. I could feel the table digging in my back. I slowly pulled away from the kiss. He looked at me and bit his bottom lip, his hands still on my hips. I put my hands on his shoulders, ensuring a safe distance between our lips. I could feel him getting hard through the fabric of his jeans. Oh my god.

"Are you okay..?" he asked softly. "We don't have to-"

"Do you wanna get out of here?" I asked. He smiled at me. The most handsome, devilish smile I had ever seen.

"Let's go."

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