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LEMONS! Yep, lemons in the first chapter. Well, considering Misty's job it's lemon time…
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A Tense Thanksgiving
Misty POV:
Moans and the sounds of slick, sweaty skin slappin' together filled up my small room as the early morning sun shined brightly thru a crack in my window curtains this Thanksgivin' morn. The bed squeaked wit' every thrust Brock made, sendin' me surgin' forward as I laid on my side, clutchin' my pillow tightly. His hold on me was desperate an' tight as his hand curled 'round my upper arm, anchorin' him as his movements got faster an' sloppier. Our cheeks were flush together as we quickly moved in sync, seekin' release. Suddenly, Brock started to pepper my jaw an' neck wit' kisses as he quickly surged forward an' back, bringin' me wit' him.
A warm tightenin' pooled deep in my belly and I knew that at any moment the dam would break; that I'd be comin' undone soon. Since I was close, I ground my bottom 'gainst Brock in a quick motion so he'd pick up the pace even more. He reacted just like I thought he would, he moved even faster. Moans of, "Fuck…oh fuck…Misty…fuck…", came tumblin' out of his mouth wit' every movement we made.
Suddenly, somethin' snapped deep inside of me an' I came crashin' down; seein' stars. "Oh, Brock…Brock…", I moaned into my pillow wit' my mouth agape as his movements startled to stumble a bit.
"Misty…fuck…fuck…" Brock roared as he made a couple of quick thrust; stillin' and spillin' his seed inside of me.
I should've been mad that he spilled inside of me, but I couldn't find it inside of me to be mad since I felt so sated. For some reason, what we just did felt more lust fueled then pre-arranged fueled. It just felt natural; left me pantin' and feelin' somethin' I couldn't quite place my finger on.
He trailed kisses along my neck as he slipped out of me. Instead of rollin' over and gettin' out of bed, Brock wrapped an arm loosely 'round my waist and nestled up behind me in a cuddlin' position. Restin' his chin in the crook of my neck, he asked in a quick breath, "What're you doin' today, darlin'?"
I could feel his heart racin' wildly, since his chest was pressed up 'gainst my back, as I answered him with, "I'm goin' to my friends' place for dinner."
"I'm goin' to Perry Cline's since my brother's there." Brock told me, causin' me to just nod into my pillow. I figured as much. "Darlin', can I come see ya after dinner?"
I looked over my shoulder, my baby blues lockin' onto his rich chocolate brown eyes, while tellin' him, "I'm off up til the Monday after next once ya walk out of this room in a few minutes."
"That's fine since I don't mean to come see ya as a customer, but as a man tryin' to woo a pretty lady that he likes."
My brows knitted as I asked in a mere whisper, "You like me?"
"Very much so." He smiled. His eyes bore into mine as he admitted, "I don't need to return to school til Monday and I'd like to use my time here gettin' to know you."
In a moment my life was 'bout to change. I had a rich an' handsome man declarin' his intentions for me, ones that were more than payin' me for my company. He wanted to pursue somethin' with me that'd go beyond the walls of the whorehouse.
"Okay, you can come over after dinner." I nodded, a flattered smile beamin' brightly on my face.
Brock didn't say a word, just tipped my chin to the side wit' his finger tips an' brushed his lips softly 'gainst mine for a slow, languid kiss. A kiss that proved he wanted to be more then another payin' customer an' more then a regular, like Tolbert.
After cleanin' up and gettin' dressed, me and Brock went our separate ways. He walked down to Perry Cline's house while I made my way to the Eldridge apartment that was above the diner, which was closed due to the holiday. Downtown Pikeville seemed sleepy and slow today, so it didn't take long for me to walk up the street. Once I arrived at my destination, I knocked on the apartment door and waited for an answer.
As soon as Peggy answered the door, she engulfed me in a warm hug. Pullin' back and breakin' our hug, she greeted me wit', "Oh, Misty, it's so good to see you."
"It's good to see you too, Peggy." I replied with a smile.
Smilin', the middle-aged blonde stepped aside and told me, "Come on inside, sweetheart."
I didn't say a word, just crossed the threshold into the apartment. As Peggy closed the door behind me, I made my way into the main room where Peter and Shaw were sittin' on chairs, watchin' Mary and Todd as they sat on the floor playin' a game of jacks. Peter, ever the watchful man, noticed me first before the others did. "Misty, I see you're able to join us after all. For a minute I thought that you'd be spendin' Thanksgivin' with that Brooksdale jackass." He told me wit' a pointed look, earnin' a chuckle from Shaw.
"Peter!" Peggy scolded her husband, givin' him a dirty look, as she rushed over to my side.
"What?" Peter asked his wife, his tone givin' way to the fact that he felt no shame, as she ushered me into the kitchen.
"Don't pay my husband no mind. He can be a bit too blunt for his own good at times." Peggy told me as she led me ov'r to the table, where Jessa was at peelin' potatoes.
"Shaw's the same way." Jessa remarked as I took a seat next to her at the table.
I picked up a parin' knife and a potato, while tellin' my friend, "Which must be why he's best friend's wit' Tolbert."
Peggy didn't say a word, just sat down at the table an' got right to work peelin' potatoes. None of us really knew what to say since the past few days was a sore spot to talk 'bout. All we really could do was prep work an' cook, so that's what we did while Peter an' Shaw shared a bottle of shine in the main room of the apartment while the chil'ren just played, oblivious to the slight tension settled ov'r the kitchen table like a black rain cloud.
Tolbert POV:
Sherriff Maynard let me go yest'day. I went home t'Blackberry Creek since I couldn't stay wit' Misty since she was shacked up wit' that Brock bastard, who was most likely payin' her an ungodly amount of money too. Poppy didn't say a word t'me when I walked thru the door. All he did was give me a hard, blood curldin' stare an' whack me 'cross the face wit' his belt. Yea, poppy was mad at me for bein' in jail for days on end. Mama fussed ov'r me tho, just like I knew she would. She made sure I got somethin' to et, took a bath, an' had fresh clothes.
Yes'day was spent wit' keepin' to myself in my room once I was cleaned up an' fed, but t'day I had to be 'round the family. I didn't mind tho since my cousins were ov'r for Thanksgivin'. Nancy was helpin' mama, Roseanna, an' Aunt Benina in the kitchen while Jefferson, Squirrel, and Parris were sittin' wit' me in the main room. My brothers were scattered all ov'r the house while Alifair watched the lil ones play outside. Poppy was out of the front porch, rockin' an' waitin' on Perry Cline to arrive, just like he did on every holiday.
"Heard ya were locked up for days cause ya hit some fancy rich man." Squirrel told me, sippin' on the shine bottle our small group was sharin'
"Yea, I was." I nodded, grabbin' the shine bottle from him.
"Word's got it ya hit Misty so the man had ya locked up." Parris said hesitantly as I tipped the bottle back, lettin' the shine slide down my throat wit' a strong burn.
"Ya hit Misty?" Squirrel asked, his eyes wide wit' shock.
"No…ya hit her?..." Jefferson gaped, lookin' like a fish out of water.
"I hit her accidental." I quickly defended myself. My cousins all shot be raised brow looks, causin' me to take 'nother guzzle from the whiskey bottle. Passin' the bottle ov'r to Jefferson, I sighed, "I was fightin' with Bock an' Misty got in the way when she was tryin' to pull him 'way from me."
"So, this Brock prick's her new customer then." Parris stated, not asked, as Jefferson knocked back half of the shine bottle we were sharin'.
"Yea." I nodded. "Least he is til today."
"Well, at least you'll be able t'see Misty later." Squirrel told me in a glass half full type of tone.
'Fore I could say a word, the wont door opened an' in walked Nova. She had an overly sweet look on her face (like the one Nancy wears when she's insultin' people) as she crossed the main room and entered the kitchen, greetin' the women there wit' honied words. Nancy shot us a sour look from ov'r the redhead's shoulder as they hugged, lettin' us men know that she thought somethin' was up wit' our redheaded cousin.
An' we found out exactly what was up when she finished up wit' greetin' the women in the kitchen. Right as Nova took a seat next t'Roseanna, in order to help make doughs an' what not, she loudly announced in a gleeful tone, "Senator Billings Brooksdale and me are engaged now."
"WHAT?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. No, god no, don't let it be true. If it's true and Nova's marryin' the senator then that Brock asshole's gonna be distant kin. He'll be 'round a whole lot more too. Shit!
"Tolbert John, don't be so rude." Mama chastised me 'fore turnin' to my cousin an' assurin' her, "We're happy that you've found a suitable match wit' the senator."
Nancy just rolled her eyes and made a gaggin' motion while Aunt Benina didn't say a word, just added flour to the mixin' bowl she was tossin' things in. Roseanna smiled at Nova and asked, "When did you get engaged?"
"Oh, right before supper time on Monday night." Nova told me sister while givin' me a knowin' look. A look that gave 'way to the fact that she heard straight from Sherriff Maynard's mouth what I accidently did to Misty while fightin' with her future brother-in-law. She flipped her coppery red hair ov'r her shoulder 'fore grabbin' some dough outta a bowl to knead. In a subtle tone, she announced, "Senator Billings and his brother, Brock, came over for dinner. Perry invited them since we're all practically family."
Oh, fuck no! No, no, no! Goddamnit, I gotta et turkey dinner wit' that rich prick. Hell, could my life get any worse right now?
"This ain't a very happy Thanksgivin'." Squirrel remarked under his breath right as the door swung open, revealin' Brock dressed in a fine suit wit' a smug look on his face.
"Shit, that's him?" Parris asked lowly as the rich prick walked into the house.
"Yea." I gritted out, givin' Brock a hard glare. One that'd kill 'im if looks killed.
Brock shot daggers at me wit' his brown eyes 'fore walkin' ov'r to us an' takin' a seat in a chair. Pullin' his silver cigarette case from his wasit coat pocket and flippin' it open, he grumbled, "Perry and Billings thought I should make amends with you, Tolbert." Takin' out a cigarette an' stickin' it into his mouth, he snickered, "Such a shame that you overreacted to me bein' with Misty; caused a nasty fight and all over it too." Lightin' up his smoke an' droppin' his case back into his waist coat, he took the first drag off of his cigarette an' chuckled, "I hope you leave us be for the rest of the weekend cause I'm not in the mood to deal with your bullshit shotgun temper."
My brows furrowed deeply. "What? Yer not s'posed t'be her customer no more t'day."
Brock took a deep drag off his cigarette 'fore tellin' me in a matter-o-fact tone, "I'm not her customer, Tolbert. I'm just a man that likes her; has her permission to woo her."
"Son of a bitch, she's mine!" I roared, feelin' my blood boilin' wit' so much anger an' jealousy. How dare he get her permission to woo her. She's a whore; can't be wooed by the likes of him.
My cousins looked 'tween me an' Brock wit' wide-eyes, waitin' for a fist fight to flare up. A fight didn't break out tho, but that was only cause the smarmy dark-haired prick stood up, sneered at me, and walked out of the cabin wit'out so much as a goodbye or a fuck ya.
Tension was thick in the air as ev'ryone sat 'round the kitchen table. Well, the tension was at the long adult table, not the small one my younger siblin's sat at for their meal. As was usual, I was sittin' 'tween Pharmer an' Roseanna, but 'cross from me was Brock. Goddamnit, I hated lookin' at that rich prick's face. I swear, the smug bastard was sittin' 'cross from me just t'get under my skin. Jackass. Eh, an' if that wasn't bad 'nough I noticed outta the corner of my eye that Perry Cline was eyin' up my sister in a lustful way.
God, this fuckin' dinner's already too much an' poppy hasn't even said grace yet.
Poppy cleared his throat from his spot at the head of the table. "Let's say the Thanksgivin' blessin'." Poppy suggested, bowin' his head an' claspin' his hands. Swiftly, ev'ryone 'round the table followed suit. "Dear lord baby Jesus, we thank ya for this meal we're 'bout t'partake. We ask that ya bless the food we're thankful to have plenty of. We're also thankful for the addition t'our family, for Nova an' Senator Brooksdale's engagement. We pray that they have a happy marriage an' life t'gether." Poppy ended the blessin' my liftin' his head up an' simple sayin', "Amen."
"Amen." Everyone repeated, liftin' their heads up an' unclaspin' their hands.
Poppy officially started dinner by standin' up, grabbin' the carvin' knife an' fork, an' slicin' into the large turkey. The entire table silently watched as he carved slice after slice of meat off of the bird's carcass. Once a large pile of meat was on the platter, Poppy sat down and placed some on his plate 'fore passin' the platter ov'er to Jim.
While food bowls an' platters were passed 'round, mindless chatter filled the air. Ev'ryon seemed busy wit' their own conversations wit' those closest to 'em. As I placed a spoonful of peas onto my plate, Brock's voice filled my ears wit' the damned question of, "Can you pass the butter? My biscuits a bit dry."
"Yer biscuit's fine; get yer own damn butter." I gruffly spat, nearly snarlin' at Brock as I passed the peas t'Roseanna.
Brock leaned ov'r an' smugly made the velvety innuendo of, "Well, at least I know I'll be gettin' my biscuits buttered tonight by Misty."
My skin crawled at the implication he made 'bout fuckin' Misty t'nite. Dear lord, I wanted t'choke the life outta that rich prick. I took roughly took the sweet tater casserole from Pharmer while givin' Brock the prick from hell a swift, hard kick in the shin underneath the table. He let out a grunt 'fore firmly steppin' on my toe an' grindin' it as hard as he could wit' his bootheel. Fuckin' jackass…
"So, Brock, other then my son causin' trouble wit'cha how's yer stay in Pike County been?" Poppy asked the slimball sittin' 'cross from me as the man plopped a spoonful of cornbread dressin' onto his plate, which wasn't too piled up. Hmm, reckon he's got pickt taste when it comes t'food.
"My stay in the county's been fine, Mr. McCoy. I mean why wouldn't it be? I'm born and breed just a bit north of here, in Prestonsburg. I don't see why I wouldn't find the county I've known as a boy unflatterin'."
"Rand'll, what he means is that he enjoys bein' here since it's like a fresh breath from the big city of Louisville. He enjoys the simplicity of a country county."
Snappin' his head at Perry as he took the bowl of mashed taters from his brother, Senator Brooksdale, Brock snarled, "Don't speak for me, Cline. I can do that well 'nough on my own."
Givin' his brother a pointed look, the politician reprimanded in a tsskin' tone, "Brock Samuel, no need to get testy."
"Brock Samuel. So, your intials are B.S.?" Squirrel asked while the rest of us boys (and Nance) struggled t'keep a straight face.
"Yea, as in bullshit." I chuckled 'fore Brock could give my cousin an answer. What? I just couldn't help myself.
"No wonder Misty's agreed to me bein' her man. You're a dick." Brock dryly remark, rollin' his rich brown eyes at me.
"I know you're a guest, but please Brock, watch your language." Mama softly chided our guest, givin' him a look that was both scornful an' motherly all at the same time.
"Sorry, ma'm, it won't happen again." The prick politely assured my ma as he passed the final platter down the line, not ev'n botherin' wit' takin' anythin' off it either. Picky prick.
"Yea, I bet it won't." Nancy scoffed under her breath from her spot sittin' 'tween the prick an' her brother, Jefferson.
"Well, I see who the family peach is." Brock sarcastically smirked at Nancy, liftin' his fork up to his mouth an' snappin' the meat off it wit' his pearly white teeth.
"Tolbert, can ya punch this goddamned horse's ass in the face?" Nancy asked me wit' her overly sweet smile on her face.
"Nancy, don't ya talk like that at Thanksgivin' dinner!" Mama chastised her while at the same time poppy loudly bellowed, "Don't take the lord's name in vain at my dinner table, young lady!"
"This family's so uncivilized." I heard Nova tell the senator as he leaned into him. Senator Brooksdale didn't say a word, just nodded in agreement while he et his turkey dinner.
"Mrs. McCoy, this turkey is so delicious. You truly are an amazin' cook." Brock smirked charmin'ly at my mama 'tween pickin' at his food. It was obvious t'me he was lyin' since his plate wasn't piled high like the rest of ours was. He was also pickin' at his food; pushin' it 'round his plate wit' his fork a bit 'fore ettin' it. Fuckin' snobby ungrateful rich bastard.
"Why thank ya, Brock. I'm glad ya think so."
"Oh, yes, Sally, this meal's just delicious." Perry spoke up, not wantin' t'be out charmed an' bullshitted by his soon to be in-law. Eyin' up my sister Roseanna like he wanted t'et her up for dessert, he added in a double-edged tone, "Absolutely delicious."
Oh god, the way he looked at Rosie made me wanna puke. Dear lord, since Misty turned him down the lawyer's gonna be goin' after my sister. From the way her body was so rigid an' tense, I knew that Roseanna didn't want nothin' t'do wit' Perry Cline. Hopefully a nice, suitable boy comes 'round for her or else I'm certain Lawyer Cline's gonna be sweet talkin' poppy into givin' him my sister's hand in marriage.
Hell, this is the tensest an' most awkard Thanksgivin' I've ev'r had'a sit thru. Hopefully next year the rich prick stays home an' don't come ov'r wit' Perry, the senator, an' Nova. Shit, I pray he don't come for Christmas dinner or else I'm gonna have t'get drunk on ma's eggnog t'deal wit' his ass.
AN:
Well, wasn't that a lovely Thanksgiving in the McCoy house? Yea, I'm totally being sarcastic. How do you guys feel about Brock pursuing Misty? How bad do you think Tolbert's jealousy over Brock being with/around Misty's gonna get? (Don't worry, Misty/Tolbert's endgame)