“I guess if I’m going to be pregnant, I might as well get used to wearing stretchy outfits anyway. Floor length dresses and fat pants here I come.”
She slipped into the dress and closed the closet door, checking herself out from head to toe.
“Huh, not half-bad. I kind of look cute, actually. This one will go in the totally-acceptable-to-wear-while-pregnant pile.”
Elodie looked worried all of a sudden.
“El? Something wrong?”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you, Mol? I can be there as your personal cheerleader and body guard.”
This is what she both loved and disliked about Elodie. Being an only child, Molly didn’t have any older siblings to answer to. Most of her friends growing up had brothers and sisters who acted as a second set of parents, always creating rules and doling out punishment when they saw fit. She couldn’t imagine having someone else in her life who was as overbearing as her mother and father, but then Elodie came along and started seeing Molly as a little sister to take care of.
“El, I’m grateful for how much you love and want to protect me. I really am. But, I have to do this alone. I’m crossing my fingers that everything will be alright, and if it isn’t, I’ll call you.”
Before Molly and Elodie left Xander’s street the night before, Molly opened a map on her phone and dropped a pin at the location. Now, Molly opened the map and hit the ’direct me to here’ button, and a lady with a sultry voice calculated the fastest route.
“You will reach your destination in five minutes.”
Five minutes doesn’t seem long enough. Maybe I’ll take the longer of the two routes.
Molly clicked on Route B, and the sultry robot lady came on again and announced that this route would tack on an additional minute.
Like that’ll make a difference.
Molly dropped her phone into the cup holder and backed out of the driveway.
Chapter 39
Xander’s house was at the top of a hill overlooking an overgrown field of blue bonnet flowers and farm land. A heavy iron gate embellished with golden leaves was partially closed, leading the way up a long and winding driveway. There were Victorian-age street lamps scattered few and far between along the pavement, and Molly could see small stone statues of Greek gods and goddesses mounted on pedestals.
I know them. Ares—the God of War, and Eros—the God of Love.
The house looked ominous from the street below. Most of the homes around this area were as large if not larger than Xander’s, but none of them had the same medieval looking architecture. Where theirs were held together with wooden beams and plastic siding, Xander’s fortress was built with a hard, gray stone where moss had clung and grown new tentacles over the years.
A main gatehouse stood over 30 meters tall, preventing any unwelcome guests from entering the castle too easily. The windows were plentiful, smaller and less elaborate around the bottom, and grew bigger and more ornate the higher they went. Two massive stained glass windows depicted The Titanomachy, a ten year battle fought by the strongest and most callous of all the titans and gods known to Greek mythology.
Molly parked her car on the street and went to open the gate. She pulled as hard as she could, planting her feet firmly on the ground. The gate didn’t budge. She ran around to the other side of the gate and pushed, this time it creaked loudly as it swung open.
Real stealthy.
She drove slowly up the driveway. To the right, what once looked like they would have been beautiful and well-kept gardens were now overgrown with weeds and vines. To the left were Texas state flowers, blue bells, sticking out of the shaggy, green grass.
Molly arrived at the gatehouse and saw yet another iron gate. This one was fully closed, and on the south wall was a buzzer and intercom speaker.
Great, so much for unexpected.
Molly pressed the buzzer and waited. What seemed like an eternity passed before a faint ‘bzzz’ sounded from the speaker, and the gate unlatched and swung open. Molly drove through the automatic doors and into a round courtyard.
Xander stood in the doorway, smirking at Molly as she got out of her car. Droplets of water covered his body and a light blue towel was wrapped tightly around his waist.
“Come in, Molly. If you told me you were coming, I would have opened both gates for you—they can be pretty heavy.”
Xander withdrew into the foyer. Molly followed close behind, but not too close.
It’s like you can see every muscle fiber in his body … he looks like one of those statues …
“I never pegged you as the stalker type, doll.”
He was smiling at Molly, trying to get a rise out of her, but she wasn’t in the mood for his humor.
“I wouldn’t have had to do any so-called stalking if you hadn’t left me like a bag of trash on the side of that muddy road, Xander. Why did you do that? Please, just give me some explanation as to why you thought it was okay to do that to someone, anyone, let alone me? Remember me, the woman who lost her virginity to you?”
The room they were standing in had high, cathedral ceilings, and in the middle hung a black, circular chandelier with lights that were made to look like burning candles.
A dark brown leather couch sat underneath a tall oak-framed window. Molly walked over to take a seat.
“Molly, I’ve been running myself in circles trying to forget about you. It’s not that I want to, but even when I first met you, I knew I didn’t have a choice. Fighting is my life. When I had nothing, that gym took me in and gave me a home … a family.”
Xander looked uncomfortable, sitting in a throne-like seat across from Molly.
“This might be easier if I sit down beside you? It kind of feels more like a therapy session right now.”
Don’t fall for his charm, you know better now.
“Sure, whatever helps—”
Xander adjusted his towel and sat down on the leather couch beside Molly.
“I know you’re angry at me, and you have every right to be. What I did was selfish and cruel. I saw how upset you were when I left you … the image of you yelling at me as I drove off that morning … it is uh… burned into my memory. I think about it every day.”
Molly crossed her arms, trying not to show Xander that she was invested in what he had to say, or that she cared.
“Then why did you ignore me at the fight last night? You pretended you didn’t even know me, Xander. Do you know how hurtful that was? And that girl—”
Xander stood up, almost leaving his towel behind him on the couch.
“Because I don’t have a choice, Molly. I can’t be with you and be a fighter, too. It doesn’t work like that. I don’t get to enjoy the normal things that regular people get to enjoy. I wake up, eat, and train. I occasionally get to sit down and watch a video or two, but it’s almost always a replay of a fight. When I sleep, my dreams are of the ring and some jock’s bull face staring me down. I used to drink and sleep around, because I was searching for something. I never knew what that something was until I met you. I realized the night we were together that I wanted to be accepted for who I really was. But I can’t be that guy all of the time, Molly. I have to be ‘The Beast’ whether I like it or not. It’s why you should just stay away from me.”
Molly was now standing inches from Xander’s face, and small streams of tears were running down her cheeks.
“Stay away from you? I’ve been trying, but you’re not the only one this has been eating up. I was searching for the same thing as you were, Xander, and I thought I had found it in you. You made me feel special, like I could trust you. I get why you have to focus on fighting, but why can’t you have both? I would never try and take that from you, so why do you push me away?”
Xander couldn’t fight it any longer.
“You are special, Molly Tompkins,” he said, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. He moved his hands under her long hair, wrapping them behind her neck and drawing her lips into his.
&
nbsp; “Xander, I don’t know.”
Molly wanted to resist Xander’s kiss, but found herself unable to pull away. He wrapped Molly in his arms. Lifting her by her waist, Molly looked down on Xander and ran her hands through his hair. His skin was still damp, and Molly could feel her dress getting wet, clinging to her legs and stomach.
Xander took a hand from under her and pulled the dress down past her tits. Putting his mouth to her nipples, Xander flicked his tongue across the buds of her breasts. His towel had dropped onto the floor, and Molly thought of how it had been to feel Xander growing in her hands, his erection getting bigger with every touch.
“I want you.”
Hearing Molly say those words triggered something primal in Xander. He bunched her hair in his hands and pulled. Molly felt a burning sensation on her scalp as she moved her head backwards, baring her neck to Xander’s mouth. The pendant necklace Molly was wearing broke, sending the golden chain slithering down her body and landing on the wooden floor.
Xander carried Molly down the hallway to his bedroom, kissing her chest and face.
Opening the door to his room, Molly looked over Xander’s head to see inside. The walls were painted a scarlet red. A mahogany four-poster bed faced a tremendous bay window, looking out into the mountainside. Molly was in awe when she saw the beautiful scene framed so beautifully by the window. For a moment, she watched the clouds move across the sky, entranced by the beauty of the panorama.
Xander set Molly down on a soft, shag rug at the foot of his bed. Her senses heightened as she sank her toes into the deep carpet.
The look of an animal going in for his kill. I am the sheep and he’s the lion.
Molly watched as Xander eyed her dress. Pushing him onto the bed, she stood between his legs and slowing began taking off her dress. She gathered the draping material into her hands and pulled it overhead.
Xander went to place a hand onto Molly’s chest, but she intercepted and put it back by his side.
“No Xander, this time I want to be in control.”
She put a thumb around her underwear and pulled them away from her skin.
“How bad do you want me?”
Molly wanted to hear him beg.
Xander bit his lips.
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
She pulled her strappy underwear to her feet. Standing completely naked with the light from the window shining against her ivory skin, she looked to the window and saw her reflection.
Aphrodite, Goddess of Love.
She pushed Xander gently onto his back. She straddled her legs on either side and took his hands, holding them onto her hips. She sat up slightly, groping his shaft and placing it in between her legs. Slowly, she began to sit back. Xander’s eyes rolled as he began to slip inside her.
But then she stopped him.
“Not so fast,” she teased.
She got down on her hands and knees between his legs and looked up at him.
“I want to taste you,” she said.
He reached out and ran his hands through her hair.
She leaned forward and looked at his enormous cock. It was pointing at her like a weapon, fully erect and slick from having slid inside her just moments before.
She blew on it first, just on his tip, to get him ready for the sensation. He moaned in anticipation and then she let her tongue touch his head. His cock throbbed and she began to run her tongue in fast circles around his head. She hardly would have believed it was possible but his cock was actually growing even larger.
She put her mouth over it and let it slide up into her throat as she lowered herself over it, coming all the way down to the hilt.
“Oh, Molly,” he moaned.
She bobbed her head on his cock for a few minutes, slowing down when she sensed he was close to cumming, and speeding up again when his desire subsided. She wanted him to know she was completely in control. His pleasure rested in her hands, or rather, her mouth.
He would cum when she allowed him, and not a second earlier.
When she sensed that he was desperate, when his cock was throbbing so powerfully that she knew he was just seconds away from exploding into her throat, she got up and climbed over him again. She looked down into his handsome face as she straddled him, throwing a leg to either side of his lap.
Then she sat. His cock slid up into her in a single, perfect motion. He thrust upward as he was entering her, increasing the sensation.
“Wow,” Molly said, feeling as if she was riding a stallion.
He grabbed her by the waist and began to take control of the situation.
She felt so small in his hands, her hips fitting perfectly in his palms. She leaned forward, saliva wet on her lips as she kissed his mouth. She tugged on his lip and he seemed to enjoy the pain, sliding further into her crevice until she put a hand on his chest.
Pushing against him, she sank her hips and moved back and forth, ebbing and flowing. The pleasure was excruciating. She couldn’t believe how big how was, how powerful, how completely he filled her.
She threw her head back as the burst of sensation she had experienced only once before spread all over her body. Orgasm after orgasm rushed through her body and she thought she was going to lose consciousness.
Molly cried out, and at the same time Xander moved his hands further up her waist and thrust his hips off of the mattress, driving deeper into her, his toes curling.
His cock exploded inside her like an earthquake. The cum poured in powerful jets and she could feel every drop, adding to the sensation of her orgasm.
Chapter 40
Molly and Xander were entangled in one another. Wrapped all in silk sheets, Xander cradled her from behind. Looking out at the waxing moon, Molly realized that it had been several hours since she first arrived.
“I think four times is a new record.”
Molly slapped Xander’s arm.
“Oh yeah? I would say let’s go for another round and really make a dent in your bed, but at this point I’m not sure I could take it.” Molly cupped her hand around Xander’s still hard package.
“I don’t know that I could either. You really tuckered me out, Ms. Tompkins. Would you like me to cook you some dinner?”
Xander heard his buzzer go off.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Ah, Molly. Fuck!”
Molly sat up.
“Forget something?”
Xander pulled the sheets off and got out of bed. He quickly rummaged around his room for a pair of boxers and pants.
“Get up. You have to go. Come on, here are your things.”
Xander threw Molly her dress and underwear from the floor.
“Are you fucking serious?”
Molly began putting on her clothes.
“Xander, I swear to God if you don’t tell me what’s going on—”
Molly saw a change in Xander’s eyes. It was the same as the night she saw him practically beat another fighter to death.
“I told you to stay away from me!”
He grabbed Molly’s arm and led her to a door by the back living room.
Turning the knob, he gave Molly an encouraging pat on the back, which felt more like a push.
“I can see myself out. You’re a coward, and you’ll always be one, Xander. You think you’re such a tough guy, but you’re not and I know it!”
Molly slammed the door behind her.
“You’ll never know what love is Xander Delgado! Never!”
Xander had no time to think about what Molly was saying. He locked the door and made his way across the house to the front entrance.
Xander pressed a button beside the speaker.
“Johnny? Sorry man, I was on the can. I’ll buzz you through.”
Xander left the front door open and went back to his bedroom to finished getting dressed.
“I’ll be ready in just a sec! I just gotta grab my training gear and then I’ll be good to go.”
Johnny waltzed his way into the kitche
n, opening the fridge so he could do his usual raid.
“Hey Xander, was that Molly leaving your driveway? She looked pretty pissed off.”
Sifting through his pile of clean clothes, Xander heard Johnny and stopped.
Johnny’s never been one to keep his mouth shut. And if T finds out, I will never hear the end of this. T will royally fuck me over for the next round of fights and there will be nothing I can do about it.
Xander grabbed the first shirt he saw in his clean pile and a pair of shorts in the dirty one. Rushing into the kitchen, he caught Johnny making what was essentially a five-course meal.
“Molly? Why would it be Molly?”
Xander was trying to play it cool but the shakiness in his voice made Johnny skeptical.
“Because you’re obsessed with her. I mean c’mon man, how many times have I caught you looking at her pictures in the last month?”
Xander grabbed his left over food from Johnny’s hands.
Johnny finished chewing what he had left of his mouthful and took a drink from the beer he had poured himself. It was apparent that Xander wasn’t biting on whatever bait Johnny was throwing at him.
“Okay, so if it wasn’t Molly, then who was it? I don’t suspect she’ll be coming back to party with you anytime soon, whoever it was.”
It was like a thousand knives buried in his chest. The thought of what he had just done to Molly for the second time was enough to send him into a spiral, and Xander knew that if he lost control of himself now, then it would be game over. The only thing he could do in order to keep from curling up into a ball on the floor was to push the thought of her to the back of his mind.
That was the probably the last time I’ll ever see her.
“That’s uh … Samantha. We go way back, before I even met you. She’s someone I’d occasionally hook up with, and late last night she gave me a call practically begging to come over. Takes a stronger man than me to say no to a girl like that.”
Johnny pushed his seat out from under the table and unbuttoned his pants. Rubbing his stomach, he let out a giant burp.
“Eating all of that before training was a bad idea. Alright, Xan, I don’t care if you’re hooking up with a chick every now and then, in fact it’s probably better you do. Take your mind off of little Miss Tompkins, with her perfect ass, her perfect hair and her perfect—”
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