Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 14

"Hmm..." I hummed thoughtfully, glancing over my closet full of clothes.

I was standing in front of it naked with wet hair, trying to decide what to wear. It was insanely hot outside, but I was going to be on the back of Merle's bike, so a sundress wasn't an option. I needed to be somewhat protected from whatever was in the air while we rode to his place.

"Jeans and a T-shirt it is," I decided, plucking a band shirt from its hanger.

I tossed it on the bed, then gathered a pair of jeans and a matching sexy bra and panty set from my dresser. I slipped on the undergarments just in time for Merle to come out of the bathroom and see them on my body. He was already dressed, and he had my comb in his hand.

"Fuck..." he muttered, his feet screeching to a halt in the bathroom doorway. "I can't b'lieve I'm hittin' that. I'm so fuckin' lucky."

"Why?" Smiling, I reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head.

"I thought it would always be a pipe dream, ya know? That it would never happen," he said with a shrug.

"Ya mean me and you as a couple, or you stickin' yer cock in me?" I asked, fastening my jeans.

"Both." He watched me open my top drawer for socks.

I didn't have a lot of pairs of socks because the weather was always scorching. I roamed around naked most of the time in bare feet, usually covered by a robe or some kinda little revealing shorts set. I pushed some things around to locate my socks, including a few lingerie sets.

Merle's eyes widened when he spotted them.

"Lemme see those!" he demanded in an excited tone, making me giggle. He rummaged around inside after I had grabbed a pair of socks. "Hey, ya've worn some o' this stuff in yer shoots."

"Yeah." I laughed at his observation. "The shoot director's always give me stuff. Pick somethin'. We'll take it with us ta the cabin."

Sitting on the end of my bed, I put my socks on one by one while I watched him dig through my undergarments.

"Okay, got some put ta the side fer when ya pack yer clothes," Merle announced after a minute of inspection.

He picked something up off of my dresser before turning to face me. He scratched his head like there was an idea brewing in his mind, then held up my comb and a hair tie. "Can I braid yer hair like I use' ta do when ya were a lil girl? It'd be perfect fer bein' on the bike. Yer hair'll stay under the helmet real good. It won't blow around and get all knotty."

"Sure, I'd like that. That's a good idea." I grinned up at him happily.

The only reason Merle even knew how to braid hair was because of me and Mama. I used to beg him all the time when I was a kid to do my hair. He used to tell me he didn't know how until my Mama asked him if he wanted her to teach him. He had accepted her offer when she had told him it was super easy. His first few tries had been a hilarious disaster, but he had caught on rather quickly, and he had done it often; whenever I asked him. As I got older and matured, I asked him on purpose, just so I could sit in his lap and be close to him.

"Ya gotta sit b'tween my thighs like ya did when ya were a kid or it ain't the same," Merle insisted, sitting next to me. He patted the spot between his open knees, smirking like an ornery idiot.

"Yes, Uncle Merle," I said in an obedient tone with a straight face, but inside I was laughing. I leaned over and kissed his jaw, watching his eyes flash. "Ya like that? Ya want me ta call ya Uncle Merle?"

He snickered, pulling my wet hair behind my back after I had situated myself in his lap. "That sounds so wrong, but it's so hot at the same time. Ya can still call me that if ya wanna."