I am Not Through Loving You Yet
You came to me and you throw me with a simple goodbye
I begged your forgiveness but won't even try
You just say that it's all over and soon you'll forget
Oh but I still remember I'm not through loving you yet
No I'm not through loving you
I just need some time to make the plans that we made come true
Now you're tiring of trying and soon I'll regret
That I couldn't hold you I'm not through loving you
No I'm not through loving you….
The sound of twang old country song was starting to make his ears bleed. The old miner looking guy with tobacco stained chin had been plugging quarters in the jukebox for the past two hours, play the same sappy Conway Twitty song over and over. Dean looked over at the bartender in the Hawaiian shirt and straw fedora wiping down the end of the bar. "Give me your cork screw. I am going to jam it in my ear drums."
Bray smiled at the handsome scruffy new comer to the Fire Fly Lounge. Sauntering slow down to where the visitor sat. "No need to hurt yourself handsome. Miss Sue Ann will be collecting Dewey soon." Took the almost empty mug from handsome's hand filling it up. "Her Tuesday night bingo game let out ten minutes ago." Placing the filled mug back on the bar. "Not a Conway Twitty fan handsome?"
"Used to be. But the same song 25 times in a row is joy killer." Dean smirked flashing an impressive pair of dimples. Leaning on the bar he fingered a red dreadlock hanging loose on the charming bartender's shoulder. "You know, your ascent is sexy as fuck." Leaning in closer so his nose brushed against sexy voice's beard.
Bray smirked tracing his finger along handsome's plump bottom lip. "You are sexy as fuck darlin'"
The door of the bar opened and fiftyish extra curvy woman with frosted blond hair teased enough to be a Dolly Parton wig walked in. A big purple faux alligator purse slung over her shoulder.
"Hey there Bray baby. I am here to collect my old coot." She waved at Bray behind the bar her keen eyes see the handsome bad boy leaning against the bar toward Bray. "Oh Bray he is a hottie." She patted Dean on the ass as she whizzed by. "Dewey! Time to head home Papa Bear."
Dean smirked "So Bray. My name is Dean and I'd love for you to fuck me right here bent over the bar." Biting his lip when Bray's dark blue eyes flashed full of lust.
Bray scanned the bar seeing only Bayley the waitress. "Bayley honey I want to close up. Go grab Heath I'll lock up."
Bayley couldn't hide her shock. "You sure boss? I am sure there is a pile of dishes to do in back."
"No worries baby girl. I'll help Bray clean up." Dean focused his charm on the pretty brunette flashing a sweet smile tapping one long finger against his breast bone. "I love doing dishes." He leered making Bayley giggle.
Bayley went into the kitchen to tell Heath they could leave. The words were barely out of her mouth and Heath was out the back door and on his motorcycle. Dean had weaved his way behind the bar as the door closed behind Bayley.
Bray grabbed Dean's belt pulling him close. He stared into silver-blue eyes. He could see the devil and angel playing behind the chaotic smile. Bray could also see the shadows, the dark places Dean liked to keep at bay. He was beautiful and broken just like Bray. Their first kiss was all teeth, tongue and combustible.