Page 34 of Sour Brew Face

I look to Mo to find she’s already staring at me. Apparently, we’ve been together long enough because I can hear her voice in my head as if she was speaking directly to me.

“I can’t change my name back to Reynolds, and I can’t change the name of the bar. There’s so much legal shit and rebranding…but know that I’ve seriously considered it.” Thankfully, they understand my joke. “I didn’t come to you and Emerson in the hopes that you’d bail me out of a mess of my own making. I found you because you’ve always been a part of who I am, and I don’t want to deny that any longer. I will accept your help, if the two of you are sure.”

V stands up and hugs me from behind, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek. “Langston, it is our honor to assist you. You are a remarkable man, and we are proud of who you have become, of what you have accomplished.”

“Damn, mom. That was deep.” Emerson jokes, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. Mo hands a sobbing Kylie her napkin without looking away from me.

“Thank you, V, I…thank you.” She squeezes me once more before going over to my dad and sitting in his lap. They are affectionate and so obviously in love and I’m thankful that my dad was able to find that. I drag Mo into my lap, and she comes willingly, thank God. Emerson has that with Kylie and now I have found that too.

Mo 29.

On the drive home, my body heats up with thoughts of this man next to me. He’s an amazing man, inside and out. My pussy tingles and my clit throbs, my breasts tender, and my nipples hard. Seeing him today, so relaxed, and comfortable. Watching him play with his nephews, tease his brother, and help dote on his sister-in-law. How he choked up when V and Rob pleaded to help him, not because they have to, but because they love him and only want the best.

The man who said those spiteful things to me is not the man I’ve spent the last 24 with.

“Are you alright?” He asks huskily when we’re about 30 minutes from my house. I nod, but squirm in my seat. I’ve missed him so much. My body craves the connection that was brutally severed just a week ago. “Mo?”

“You should either drive faster or pull over somewhere secluded.” I moan out.

He does a double take when he sees me rubbing myself through my jeans. “Fuck.” I reach over to run my left hand up and down the hard ridge of his growing erection. “Fuck.” He repeats, his eyes darting left and right as we drive down the highway.

I’m teasing us both, torturing us and keeping us on edge. He finally pulls into a rest area and parks in the far corner away from other cars and any lighting. As soon as he’s parked, I take my hand away, unbuckle and sit with my back against my door.

“I wanna see you engage in a bit of hand-to-gland combat.” I say, biting my bottom lip, wrenching my own pants down, and lifting my shirt and bra to expose my breasts.

“God, baby.” He groans, scrambling with his jeans and making quick work of freeing his flushed cock. He takes himself in hand and starts stroking slowly, his eyes glued to my core as I play with my clit beneath my panties and tweaking a nipple.

While jacking himself, he undoes his seatbelt, and turns in his seat to face me. “Fuck your fingers, Mo, fuck them deep and pretend it’s my thick cock splitting you in two.” I circle my clit faster, moaning. He reaches forward, snagging the gusset of my panties and wrenching it to the side so he can see me work myself over. I let go of my nipple and drive three fingers into my pussy, knowing I’m too far gone to start off slow.

The car fills with the sound of wet flesh, harsh breathing, and our pleasure climbing higher and higher.

“Cum, Mo, I wanna see you flood your hand.” He releases his cock with a groan and uses that hand to pull on my nipple, sending me over the edge. His hand holding my panties in place, slides under my hand that is squelching obscenely in my pussy and catches my release in his palm. He brings that hand to his cock and rubs himself with my cream.

I slide to my knees and lean over the console until my face is inches from the broad angry head of his cock. I peer up at him from under my lashes, my pussy clenching at the heat and lust darkening his eyes. With one hand on the back of my head he holds me where he wants me, his other hand stuttering over the length of his shaft, before squeezing just below the tip. His cum shoots out in thick white stripes, glazing my face like a doughnut.

Sitting back on my haunches, I stare down at him while he catches his breath. I gather up his cum on the tips of my fingers and then suck them in my mouth, moaning at his salty flavor bursting over my tastebuds.

“God damn.” He finally mutters, sinking back into his seat and closing his eyes with a blissful expression. “Come here, baby.” He blindly reaches for me, looping his arms around my waist and dragging me into his lap sideways. He cradles me, pressing featherlight kisses across my brow and in my hair.

He releases a contented sigh, and in the next moment he’s snoring. Dammit. I giggle, looking up to him to see his face slack with sleep. I awkwardly fix my clothes and open the passenger door to stretch my legs and back. Rounding to his side of the car, I open his door, and proceed to push him into the passenger seat. He wakes up only slightly, enough to help me get him situated and buckled. He murmurs, “I love you, Mo.”, then he’s snoring again.

I adjust the driver’s seat and the mirrors, give him one last look, and pull back onto the highway heading home.

“I love you too, Langston.”

Langston 30.

The last two nights sleeping with Mo snuggled up to my chest has been the best night’s sleep I think I’ve ever had. She returned to work this morning and I reluctantly came into the bar this afternoon after sleeping a little longer in her comfy ass bed. It’s like sleeping on a firm cloud. Also, her shower has better water pressure than mine.

And good news, while I was gone, nothing catastrophic happened. So, the day’s looking up. Carmine and I work the early afternoon crowd, him regaling me with funny stories from the weekend.

“Lookin’ good, boss man.” Chelsea says when she drops off her table’s drink order. She winks at me and smirks. “You look happy, I take it you groveled and crawled your way back into your woman’s good graces? And perhaps her bed?”

I snap my towel at her and get to making the drinks she needs. “I am a mere mortal in the presence of such a goddess and I’m on my knees as often as possible offering myself up in supplication.”

Chels tilts her head to the side and stares at me like I’ve spoken another language. Jesse hip checks her on his way behind the bar. “He means he’s unworthy of Mo’s love, but he’s working hard to earn it.”

Chelsea’s lips tip up in a radiant smile, “Oh, why didn’t you just say that? I’m glad, Langston, Mo is great. You should wife her up as soon as you can.”

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