Page 12 of Heal You (The Study You #3)

“Oh, you’d have noticed.” Morgan’s smile turned into a smirk, her lips dangerously close to Jan’s. “Trust me. I’d have made sure.”

Jan’s breath hitched, her gaze flickering downwards to Morgan’s lips once again.

“Hey,” Morgan whispered as she leaned towards Jan’s ear. “If you’d walked into my bar single and even hinted at being interested in women, we wouldn’t be standing here like this.”

Jan’s brow rose. “No?”

“No.” Morgan tipped her head toward her bedroom door.

“We’d be in there.” She let those words hang between them, the air thick with the possibility that something may just happen here.

“But more than anything, I need you to know that no matter what, you’re so fucking beautiful, Jan.

Don’t let him take that from you. If he can do what he did, you deserve better. ”

Jan’s arm tightened around Morgan’s waist, her fingers digging in as though she feared Morgan might slip away. Her breath was hot and ragged against Morgan’s neck, each exhale sending a shiver down her spine.

“Oh, God,” Jan whispered, her voice rough with need.

Morgan barely had time to answer before Jan’s lips found hers—soft at first, almost like a question.

But then Jan pressed harder, her mouth far more urgent and demanding.

The tension between them snapped like a rope that had been pulled too tight.

Jan’s tongue swept inside Morgan’s mouth, warm and slick, and Morgan’s resolve crumbled.

Morgan threaded her fingers through Jan’s hair, tugged her closer, and dragged her nails along the delicate, smooth skin at the nape of her neck. Jan let out a low, breathy moan that vibrated against Morgan’s lips. God, that sound absolutely ruined her.

Morgan felt Jan’s body moulding to hers, those soft curves pressed against her, a thigh slipping between her legs just enough to make her head spin. Jan’s fingers snaked beneath Morgan’s shirt, tracing a path of what could only be described as fire up her back, and it left her skin tingling.

“F-fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” Morgan murmured against Jan’s lips, her voice hoarse with desire.

“Good,” Jan moaned, her teeth grazing Morgan’s bottom lip before she kissed her again.

Only this time, it was deeper . Hungrier .

Each press of their bodies felt like a spark igniting something dangerous, something wild that neither of them wanted to extinguish.

It didn’t matter how much Morgan wanted to have these moments with Jan over and over again; she knew it couldn’t be.

Jan was dealing with too much, and she was straight.

Morgan broke away just enough to catch her breath. “Are you drunk?”

“N-no,” Jan stammered. “Just a glass and a half of wine.”

“You sure? It’s just… I’m trying to figure out how the fuck that happened.”

“I’m sure.” Jan’s smile spread wider. “I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I was tired of feeling miserable.”

Morgan narrowed her eyes, searching her face for doubt, but she found nothing of the kind. “Jan, you…you’re straight.”

“I have been with a woman before,” Jan admitted, her eyes painfully dark. “A long time ago, but I never forgot how it felt.”

* * *

As Jan allowed that admission to sink in, she found herself staring back at Morgan.

A slight space had been created between them, but Jan didn’t feel terrible.

She didn’t hold any regret. No, she felt as though a spark had just ignited.

One that had her palms clammy and her entire body aching with anticipation.

She didn’t quite know what had possessed her to kiss Morgan in that moment, but she had wanted it to happen.

If she’d realised anything since last week, it was that Morgan paid more attention to her and was far more honest with her than Phil had probably ever been.

That was sad on reflection, but Jan couldn’t change Phil or his personality.

And for the most part, she hadn’t wanted to.

She had met and fallen in love with Phil, knowing and understanding who he was.

She had spent twenty-seven years with him still aware of who he was, but maybe this was her perfect opportunity for change.

Is now really the right time for change?

Jan had always been of the opinion that there was no time like the present, but she’d had a huge shock just a week ago today.

She knew her marriage wasn’t something she could simply move on from.

As she stood there, the taste of Morgan still on her lips, she hoped Morgan didn’t think she was nothing more than a rebound.

Jan was nearing fifty. She didn’t do rebounds.

Morgan made her feel good about herself, and she couldn’t change that.

“I…can’t believe you’ve just kissed me.” Morgan tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. “Or did I kiss you? I-I don’t know.”

Jan grinned. “I kissed you. Don’t worry.”

“And, um…” Morgan puffed out her cheeks as she frowned and looked down at her bare feet. “You wanted to do that, right?”

“Do I look like I didn’t want to do it?” Aware that Morgan was potentially about to panic, Jan took her hand and guided Morgan towards the door. “How about we rustle up a few shots downstairs? To calm your nerves if nothing else.”

Morgan nodded. “Y-yeah. Shots. That’s a good idea.”

Jan wasn’t convinced it was a good idea; she couldn’t be sure that another kiss wouldn’t happen again…

or more, depending on how much they drank, but she was one hundred percent sure that this feeling she had was a good feeling.

Morgan made her feel wanted. She made her feel less alone and less humiliated. “Come on. Relax.”

Thankful that Morgan was following her out of the door, Jan decided it would be best if she put one foot in front of the other and focused on making it down the stairs.

Her legs were like jelly, her mind was whirring, and her blood…

well, it was pumping hard in many places right now.

God, Jan couldn’t recall the last time she’d felt so aroused.

But she wouldn’t tell Morgan that. Not just yet.

She had a feeling Morgan needed a moment to gather her thoughts.

What may have been shocking to her just moments ago wasn’t quite so shocking to Jan.

Perhaps she just didn’t care anymore. Perhaps Phil had done the best thing for them without either of them realising it.

“Hey, um…we’re okay, right?” Morgan took Jan by the hand as they landed inside the dark, closed bar. She visibly swallowed, slight frown lines present. “Like, you’re not going to freak out and run out on me, are you?”

Instead of reassuring Morgan with words, Jan tugged her closer and drew her into another kiss.

Morgan trembled against her, but that was a mistake.

Because now, Jan wanted to continue kissing her whilst preparing herself for so much more.

If she could find a woman who trembled from a simple kiss, then Jan would be out of her mind to not enjoy it.

She pulled back and ran her tongue along her bottom lip.

“I’m not going to freak out, and I’m certainly not about to run away, either. ”

“Okay. Good.” Morgan wrapped an arm around Jan’s waist and smiled. “I don’t know what the fuck is happening here, but it’s all on your terms, okay?”

“Our terms,” Jan said as she turned out of Morgan’s arm and stepped behind the bar. “So, what do I need for these shots?”

Morgan remained in her spot, blinking repeatedly. “Um.”

“Earth to Morgan.” Jan waved a hand in front of Morgan’s face, choosing to ignore the wetness between her own thighs.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t kiss me like that and then expect me to function like a normal human being after it.” Morgan shook her head as she closed her eyes. “I need at least a minute.”

“Okay, well, you take that minute, and I’ll see if I know how to pull a pint.”

Morgan suddenly stepped up behind Jan as she lifted a pint glass from the shelf behind her. “No, no. I’ll show you.” Morgan’s arms came around Jan’s body as she carefully took the glass from her, her breath washing over Jan’s ear. “You can’t just pull a pint. You have to know what you’re doing.”

“Mm. You know what you’re doing.” Jan turned her face to Morgan, their lips barely an inch apart. “I have a feeling you really know what you’re doing.”

Flustered, Morgan eyed Jan and cleared her throat. “And you have to concentrate.”

“Oh, I am.” Jan stood mesmerised by Morgan’s soft brown eyes.

She’d found herself gazing into them often now, but in this moment, it was far more intense.

If Jan could read people the way she believed she could, then she knew Morgan was feeling the very same effects that Jan was. “I’m definitely concentrating.”

“O-on the beer. You should be watching the beer. Me…pouring the beer.” Morgan groaned. “Fuck, now I can’t concentrate.”

Jan turned her face away and watched Morgan’s shaking hand hold the glass. She pulled the arm on the pump, and Jan watched the amber liquid cascade from the spout. When Morgan was finished, she set it down on the clean drip tray beneath and settled her arms around Jan’s waist.

“I know that kiss was unexpected, and I know you’re going through a lot, but just so you know…

I didn’t want it to end.” Morgan stroked her thumb against Jan’s skin where her blouse had ridden up slightly.

“I’m also finding it very hard to keep my hands to myself, so can we make those shots before I lose my mind? ”

Jan brought one of Morgan’s arms from around her waist and guided her hand lower.

It rested on the waistband of her jeans, the tremble barely present now.

“Just so you know, I’m more than happy for those hands you can’t keep to yourself to explore wherever they need to explore.

” Jan heard Morgan swallow again, and then Morgan slowly dipped her hand and cupped Jan through her jeans.

“O-oh.” Jan tried to arch her back, but Morgan held her flush against her. “M-Morgan.”

Morgan turned her face towards Jan’s ear and whispered, “I’d really love to touch you.”

Jan could only nod, her lips parting as her head rested back on Morgan’s shoulder.

“ Can I touch you?”

“Y-yes.” Jan’s heart rate spiked when Morgan popped the button on her jeans and slid her fingers past the waistband, directly inside her underwear. She stroked Jan’s wet lips, moaning her approval as she kissed Jan’s neck. “Oh, God.”

Jan hadn’t known what to expect, but she was finding it difficult to take a normal breath every time Morgan moved an inch. “You’re soaking. Just how I like women to be.” Jan felt Morgan smirk against her neck. “Tell me what you need…”

Oh, fuck . Jan couldn’t begin to explain what she needed. The more Morgan teased her fingers up and down her lips, the wetter Jan became. “More. I need more.”

Morgan obliged, pressing two fingers against Jan’s clit.

The moan that left Jan’s mouth was far more than surprising to her.

She didn’t think she was capable of being so vocal, but here she was, whimpering as Morgan rolled her fingers a little harder over her clit.

“I think you need a lot more attention than you’ve been getting.

” Morgan inched lower and eased a finger inside Jan.

She tightened, her world spinning as her entire body came alive.

Truly alive. “And if nobody has ever told you before, you feel so fucking good that I’m trying to hold back.

” Morgan nipped at Jan’s earlobe, forcing her closer to the edge. “May I fuck you, Jan?”

Oh, my. Was this really what Jan had been missing all these years? A woman who knew exactly what she was doing. A moment with someone that could redefine who Jan was? Jan gripped Morgan’s wrist and urged her deeper inside as she sunk down. “P-please.”

“You have to say it…” Morgan teased

“Please, Morgan.” Jan’s entire world tilted on its axis as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Morgan inside her. “I need you to fuck me.”

With her free hand, Morgan grabbed a handful of Jan’s breast and eased another finger inside. Jan forced her jeans and underwear over the curve of her arse, granting Morgan all the access she desired. She wasn’t shy when it came to sex, but behind a bar was a very new experience.

Morgan widened her stance ever so slightly, her sole focus on Jan’s pleasure.

This was all she’d wanted over the last few years.

Someone who wanted to see Jan in this light.

Someone who wanted to watch her come undone in a split second.

Phil had been a wonderful lover, but Jan had a feeling Morgan was about to show her a world she wasn’t familiar with.

Jan…would never be the same after this night.

Forcing Jan’s blouse open, Morgan tugged on Jan’s lace bra and exposed her nipple.

She pinched and teased, breathing heavily in her ear, aware that Jan was being driven closer and closer to the edge.

She felt her walls squeezing Morgan’s fingers, but she didn’t want this moment to end.

She wanted to feel Morgan inside her for as long as it was humanly possible.

“R-right there. Fuck! Oh, Morgan.” Jan’s knees started to shake, the intensity of her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach.

“Shit, I’m close.” Jan lowered her hand and lashed her fingers against her clit. “Y-yes, I’m coming.”

“Mm. Fuck, you are.” Morgan forced herself deeper and quickly wrapped her arm around Jan’s waist to hold her up. “That’s it. Give it to me.”

Jan’s knees gave out on her, but it wasn’t enough.

She didn’t need the shots, she didn’t need to try her hand at pulling a pint, but she did need to be naked with this woman in the next few minutes.

“Fuck, I can’t.” Jan gripped Morgan’s wrist and tried to hold her in place, overly stimulated as Morgan withdrew her fingers and rolled them over her clit. “P-please, I need a minute.”

Morgan lifted her hand and spread the wetness coating her fingers across Jan’s lips. “Tell me how you taste.”

Jan’s entire world exploded. Morgan…was a revelation. “Morgan, I—” She poked out her tongue and cleaned herself from her lips as she panted, “I…you…we need to go upstairs right now.”

Morgan turned Jan around, pressed her back to the bar, and dropped to her knees. She took a slow, teasing lick up the length of Jan’s pussy, then sat back on her knees and nodded. “Fucking delicious.”