I take what I want. Always have.
Heard my name in her mouth before I ever touched her. Now she doesn't say his at all.
Oil rig worker | Bad habit you don't quit | I don't share.
21+ RP • SL planned.
@WhiskeyTeaCups_ "So that's why he's actin' a fool. Seems, I'm the lucky one then." I tell her before she presses the paper towel to my busted knuckles, and I fight back a wince. "I think I'm a damn good liar. You're just better at reading me."
The rig spits you out when it's done with you. It doesn't matter how long you've been out there, how much sweat you've bled into the dirt. As soon as the sun starts dropping, it's like it's already forgotten your name. Fuck it, that is fine by me. Wiping a forearm across my >
@WhiskeyTeaCups_ damn well it doesn't sound convincing. My thumb drags slowly along her side as I keep her place. "Guy just didn't know when to shut up." My gaze drops to her mouth, then back up as she asks to clean me up. Fuck, if it doesn't pull something different outta me. "Fine. You >
@WhiskeyTeaCups_ "I have no clue what you talkin' bout, darlin'" I muse before my other hand reaches up to brush the hair from her neck. Leaning in, my lips brush long silk flesh. "They just deserved a country ass beatin' and I gave it to 'em."
@WhiskeyTeaCups_ Now she was going full mother mode on me. It was adorable in some ways. My lips curling up, I head into her kitchen and sit down. My gaze tracked her movements. Once she gets close enough to me, I take her free hand to pull her onto my lap. "Does it matter? I won, >
@WhiskeyTeaCups_ working out some of the tension still sitting there. "Didn't mean to worry you." My eyes flick over her face. "I'm fine. Looks worse than it is."
@WhiskeyTeaCups_ on me immediately, tail going, nose pressed to my hand. I glance down, giving him a quick scratch behind the ears. "Okay, I'm good," I chuckle, more for her than the dog. When I look back up, my gaze finds hers again. "I got your texts," I say, rubbing the back of my neck, >
@WhiskeyTeaCups_ I don't bother texting back, I am already turning down her dirt road, tires kicking up dust, headlights dragging across the road. Pulling up, the engine rumbles as the cottage comes into view before I kill it in her drive. Getting out, I head up the path as the sound of >
@WhiskeyTeaCups_ moves. "Yeah." I stare at it, then delete it before I type again. "Still standin." Hitting send, the truck hits a rut, bouncing hard enough to jolt my attention back to the road. My eyes draw back to my phone, and I type again. "They run their mouth. I shut it."
@WhiskeyTeaCups_ My phone buzzes in the cupholder, and I ignore it at first. My jaw shifts before I reach over and grab it. The screen lights up, her name staring back at me. "You ok?" A huff leaves me. She heard, of course, she did. This town runs its mouth like it gets paid for it. My thumb >