“Jack?” Jernigan called out.
“Don’t worry, I’ll call you. Now go ahead and enjoy your lunch!” I waved him off without looking back and carried on walking until I reached Mollie’s car. I saw her sitting in the driver’s seat and it startled her when I tapped on the window. “Mollie?”
“Jack?” She looked at me then rolled down the window.
“Yeah. You okay?” She looked beautiful, and I’d missed her sweet scent. She always smelled so good.
“I’m fine, what are you doing here? Your mom is over—”
“—there,” I nodded. My mom was in the poor part of the cemetery. Mollie’s mom was here in the rich part, but I didn’t care about that—I just wanted to be with Mollie. “But you’re here. Can I get in?”
We’d left the cemetery and after we’d driven around a while, I had an idea. I’d take her to the finest hotel in town, The D’Arcy. Stockton had given me an advance, and I really didn’t need much money right now, not with them footing the bill for the car and soon, a place to stay. We drove into the hotel parking lot and the look on Mollie’s face was priceless. “What are we doing here?”
I winked at her then jumped out of the car and walked into the hotel lobby. I’d been here just a few days earlier having my picture taken and signing autographs for the start of the first season of Redemption Road, so it wasn’t completely new to me, but I hoped it would be to Mollie. I wanted to ‘wow’ her, so I schmoozed the older woman at the desk and got us a great room with a balcony and a fantastic view for half price. She’d remembered me from the other day and I promised her tickets to the first race for her and her grandson. Being on Redemption Road was already paying off for me, and I hadn’t even started filming yet.
I hurried back outside to get Mollie and by the time we’d gotten upstairs to the room, her eyes were as big as saucers. When I opened the door, I took the biggest chance of my life. She barely had time to choke out a “wow” when I kicked the door closed. I pulled her in close and kissed her passionately. I didn’t know if she’d push me away or slap me, but I had to try. She was my love, my thoughts and my dreams, every day. I was pleasantly surprised to feel her kiss me back, and the hunger I felt for her was amplified when a low growl came from her throat. “Oh, Jack…”
“Mmmhmmm,” I mumbled as I licked the outer shell of her ear. I slid my hand around the back of her knees, picked her up and carried her across the room to lay her on the bed. I tried to be calm and smooth about it, but my dick was about to explode. I had to have her. I knelt down between her legs and pulled off her black high heels.
“Jack?”
“Yeah, Molls.”
She sat up really fast and asked, “Are you sure this is what you want? With everything that’s going on, I mean?”
I looked her straight in her beautiful blue eyes and answered, “Hell, yes! This is exactly what I want.”
“Good, because I do too.” She smiled and traced her finger across my cheek. “Now, come fuck me like you mean it. I’ve been waiting too long.”
Those words coming from her sweet mouth practically turned me into a sex-crazed lunatic. I tossed my jacket off and hers flew to the same spot. My pants were unbuttoned, unzipped and off in a split second. I pushed her back onto the bed, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down over her smooth ass and slipped them off her ankles.
“I’m gonna fucking eat you alive,” I whispered, and buried my face in her wet pussy. Mmmm, she was wet, and tasted so sweet. Fuck! Mollie moaned and thrust her hips wildly at me, so I wrapped my arms around her sweet thighs, spread her lips with my fingers and devoured her. I licked and sucked her tender spot like a cat lapping its milk as she moved underneath me.
Her whimpers grew louder and her body trembled then she called out, “Jack! Fuck!” She moaned as she grabbed my hair and pulled me in harder against her, then her body clenched, her back arched and I felt the warm creaminess of her orgasm on my mouth. I thought I heard cries when her pussy throbbed against my face a second time, but I was too focused to listen. I grabbed a condom from my wallet and stood up to roll it down my pierced cock. I still laugh about that night—the drunken party and someone putting a hole in my junk.
I moved in between Mollie’s legs and placed the tip of my dick at her opening. She looked at me, smiled and said, “You’re glistening.”
I raised my eyebrows and replied, “I know. That’s because you excite me so much.” I pushed my cock deep inside her, “Fuck! Mollie,” I shivered as the words came out. She wrapped her legs around my hips and I started pumping. We looked intently at each other as I slid my cock inside, and then withdrew it slowly. The feeling of pleasure was intense and her eyes sparkled at me, so I slid it in again and she actually stuttered.
“Ah…oh…Ja—Ja—ahhh.” Her moans and groans were sexier than the actual act and I loved getting her off. I loved the way she felt, wrapped tightly around my cock. She pulled my head closer to hers and kissed me, long and deep. Now, that was hot—I knew my lips tasted of her. I moved my hand across her chest. She had the most perfect titties. I unbuttoned her blouse, reached under her bra and rolled a nipple between my fingers, which made her squeak with delight.
I slid my other hand under her ass and held tight. God I wanted her so bad. I’d waited so long for this. “Fuck, baby.”
“Jack, Jack….I’m gonna—” then she shuddered and bucked against me. Her hips pounded mine and I couldn’t hold back. I held her close and tried not to smother her, but she kept coming and wiggling, so I had to hold on.
“Fuck, yeah! Mollie, come on me. Come hard, baby girl.” I couldn’t stop myself, my ass tightened and my hot jizz burst inside her. Everything went dark and light and fireworks flashed behind my eyes.
I held her, panting and shivering—falling in love all over again. I’m a pussy—a wimp when it comes to her. “Molls?”
“Mmmhmmm?”
“You okay?”
“Can’t breathe.” I rolled off her quickly. Poor girl.
“Sorry.”
She rolled onto her side and put her head in her hand, her elbow propping her up. “How long are we staying here?”
“As long as you want, baby girl.” I twirled her hair in my fingers, “Why?”
She smiled and glanced down at her waist. “Think I could take this skirt off now?”
“Oh yeah, right.” I had to laugh. In all the passion and emotion of the day, she was still half-dressed. I reached around her, unzipped the skirt and felt her beautiful soft hips as I slid it down her legs. I couldn’t help myself and nipped at her soft flesh. My fingers wandered to her now swollen and wet pussy, and I just held my hand there. I wanted to fuck her again, but we had all night, or at least I thought we did. She wrapped her arm around my head and held me to her stomach. The smell of our sex was in the air and this was the first time in a long time I’d felt at peace with myself—or anyone else for that matter.
“Mollie?” I asked, not even looking up.
“Yeah?” Her fingertips caressed the side of my face.
“You don’t have to answer this, because it’s really none of my business, but…” I took a deep breath. I wanted to know, but then again, I didn’t. “Did you ever sleep with Dylan?”
She hesitated a second and my heart clenched. “Never mind, I don’t even want to know.”
“No.”
“No?” I probably sounded more surprised than anything, “No, never mind or no, you didn’t sleep with him?”
“No, never mind and no, I didn’t sleep with him. Feel better?”
I looked up at her and pulled myself up on the bed to be closer to her face. “I feel incredible. Can I ask why you never slept with him?”
“I didn’t want to, Jack. I wanted you. And only you. I wasn—” my phone rang somewhere in the room, but I wasn’t about to stop this conversation to find it.
“That makes me happy. I mean I know I’m not the best man out—” My phone rang again and I figured it must be something important
. “Wait a sec.” I got off the bed and found my phone in my jacket pocket, but it had stopped ringing by then. Caller ID said it was Jernigan. He could wait. Then the next thing I knew, Mollie’s phone rang in her purse, so I handed it to her. “It’s probably Jernigan. Wonder what’s up?”
Mollie answered her phone, and handed it to me. “He wants to talk to you.”
I took the phone out of her hand. “This is Jack.”
His deep voice came over the phone. “Jack, I know it’s been an emotional day, but…”
I glanced at Mollie and smiled, “Yes, it has. What’s up?” I sat back on the bed and listened to his story. “Wow. Is he for real?” Mollie must’ve noticed the surprised look on my face, because her expression changed to one of concern.
She mouthed, “What is it?”
I shook my head and put up my finger for her to wait a second. “Yeah, I’ll be there. You said Friday, right?” Wow. This was huge. “Okay, sir. Check it out, see if he’s legit. Thanks for calling. Bye.”
“God, Jack. What’s happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I ran my hand through my hair, took a deep breath and said, “I think I have. Jernigan said when he got back to the office, there was a letter and some photos from a guy who looks just like me. The letter said—” I paused for a second to catch my breath. “—the letter said…he’s my…father.”
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