“Lift your knees,” he orders, and I comply, completely mindless with pleasure. “Now hold your legs up with your hands,” he instructs. “Good girl. Just like that.”
My legs are spread obscenely wide. This angle has him reaching a spot that has me panting and causes a moan to slip free. His unoccupied hand glides up my stomach and rests in the center of my heaving chest.
“You’re beautiful, Mollie Mabey.”
My eyes are closed and my head back—unable to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through my body—when I feel Cam’s hot breath between my legs half a second before his tongue is there. He doesn’t clumsily poke around, nor does he attack me with sloppy, overeager kisses. No. Cam is slow. Intentional. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He drags the flat of his tongue through my slit, applying more pressure once he gets to my clit, and then repeats the process again. He adds another finger into the mix, and this slow torture is almost more than I can take. I squeeze my legs together, rocking against his face as his firm strokes turn into sucking.
Just when I think I’m going to explode, he pulls his fingers from me and rips my legs apart. Wet, tattooed fingers grip the insides of my thighs and hold me open for him. My hands fly to his Jax Teller-esque hair and he growls into me. Cam moves his hands, and before I know what’s happening, he’s pushing my legs backwards and sliding his tongue even further south, to where no one else has ever been.
I jerk away at the sensation. It’s not that it doesn’t feel good—because holy Jesus, it does—but the fact that I’m completely caught off guard, if not a little embarrassed to have his tongue there. Cam doesn’t allow for shame or discomfort, though, because in response, he flips me onto my side, so my knees are almost touching and angles his head underneath me to devour me that way. I bury my face in the pillow, balling his gray sheets in my fist as I forget inhibitions and take everything he’s willing to give me.
A thick finger is shoved inside me as his tongue continues its assault on my other hole.
“Oh, fuuuck,” I whine, low and keening.
He moves his mouth back to my clit, and then he’s slowly inserting another finger, but this time, he slides it into my ass. I freeze, locking up as he works his way in, little by little. It’s wet enough not to hurt, but it still takes a minute to adjust to the burning fullness.
“Relax,” Cam soothes before nipping at the bundle of nerves. Slowly, the discomfort turns to pleasure—full-blown fucking pleasure—and my legs go slack. It’s all I can do to lie there as he works my body better than I knew possible. He pumps harder, the knuckles of his other fingers pounding into me, bruising the sensitive flesh, but it feels too good to care.
I’m writhing against him and his scruff scratches against my delicate skin, but I welcome the discomfort. I feel that familiar tightening that tells me I’m close. His choreographed movements don’t miss a beat. Tongue, teeth, and fingers all work together to send me over the edge, leaving me a shaking and shuttering mess beneath him.
Cam crawls up my body before brushing sweaty hair from my cheek once I start to come back down to earth. Sleepy, sexed-up eyes meet his for a beat, and then he stands, dropping his pants. Even his muscular legs are full of ink. He’s fucking magnificent. He saunters over to the open bathroom connected to his room, his glorious ass on display without an ounce of shyness, and looks at me in the mirror as he washes his hands.
“Now, we’re ready for a condom,” he says with a cocky smirk.
It’s going to be a fun night.
Cam
Good golly, Miss Mollie. She’s turning out to be more fun than I anticipated. I pegged her as a missionary-only kind of girl who wouldn’t let my tongue anywhere besides her mouth. I’ve never been happier to have been wrong.
Now I see it—that curiosity, that dark side hidden beneath the surface. She’s innocent, that much is clear, but she isn’t a prude. She’s untapped talent. A goddamn needle in a haystack. And tonight, I just happened to be the lucky bastard who found it.
I walk back to my bed, condom in hand, making a mental game plan of where I want to start. I didn’t get near enough time with those puffy nipples that are just barely a shade darker than her olive skin, but I can’t get enough of that pussy. I lick my lips as I climb into bed next to her, about to dip back between those creamy thighs, but she surprises me again by straddling my lap.
Mollie snatches the condom out of my hand and I twirl a lock of her long, brown hair around my finger as she carefully rips the top open with her teeth. She looks at me from beneath dark lashes, and suddenly, I feel like the one who’s being seduced here.
Just to get the upper hand, I tweak her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, and she gives a little yelp. I lean forward to lick away the sting at the same time she reaches between us and starts to roll the condom down my length.
Fuck, her hand feels good on my dick. She works me up and down for a minute before planting her hands on my shoulders and sinking down onto me.
“Goddamn,” I groan at the same time she whimpers, feeling her tight heat swallow me whole. I fight the urge to thrust upward and grip her hips instead while she adjusts to my size. She finds her rhythm soon, and her confidence follows. Mollie rises on her knees, until just the tip is inside her, and then she slams herself back down. I want to close my eyes to think of something else—anything else—to keep from blowing my load, but willingly missing out on this fine ass female learning and exploring and grinding on me, using me for her pleasure, is a sin punishable by death.
Mollie tangles her fingers in my sweaty hair as she moves her hips faster. Her eyes are shut, mouth parted, and I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life. I find myself wishing for half a second that she were local, so we could make this a weekly ritual. Daily, even. Hourly.
Mollie circles her hips and I palm her ass cheeks, keeping her pressed close. Her breathing is ragged, her movements jerky, like she’s about to come again, and that’s when I take over. I practically throw her off me, and when she squeals, I push on her shoulder blades to get my point across. She takes the hint and presses her chest into my sheets and lifts her ass in the air.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect,” I rasp, lining myself up with her entrance before sliding into her. I smooth my palms up and down her back as I start to move inside her. Mollie shudders, and I know she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
“Rub your pussy,” I instruct, and she obeys instantly.
“Oh God,” she moans, pressing her face into the sheets. I feel her fingers move from her clit to where we’re connected, and she spreads them apart, sliding on either side of my cock.
“Fuck yeah. Keep doing that.”
Timid fingers creep back even further to cup my balls, gently rolling them in her hand, and that’s when I snap. I curl my body over hers, nipping and biting her spine as I rut into her like a fucking animal. Mollie arches her ass against me, taking my punishing thrusts. Pulling back, I watch myself disappearing inside her, her pink heat hugging my cock, unwilling to let go. Her asshole is on display, and I suck on my thumb before bringing it to that little hole, pressing and rubbing, but not penetrating. Half of her face is smashed into the bed, and she gasps as she presses backwards onto my thumb, spreading her legs even wider.
“You like it when I play with your ass?” I ask, my voice ragged.
“Yes,” she breathes, and this time, there’s not a trace of self-consciousness. It’s pure, unadulterated lust that drives us both in this moment. The all-consuming kind of sexual chemistry that doesn’t come along every day.
“Do you want more?”
“Please,” she begs, looking back at me over her shoulder with desperate eyes and puffy lips. That word coming from that mouth is my undoing. I press my thumb inside the tight ring and reach around to rub her clit with the other hand. I’m about to blow, and I’m going to make sure she’s coming with me.
Mollie screams and clenches around me, and I can only assume her limbs gave out from the way s
he collapses to the bed. I fuck her through her orgasm, gripping her curvy hip with one hand while my thumb continues to work her hole. I feel the familiar tingle in my balls a second before I start to come, long and hard.
Before I’m even finished, my bedroom door opens, and an inebriated Cordell stumbles into my room. Mollie is oblivious, eyes closed, still catching her breath, so I try to discreetly wave him away with a look that says I will fucking kill you in your sleep if you don’t walk away right now. But he doesn’t see my warning, because his eyes are fixed on Mollie’s ass.
“Get the fuck out!” I bark, and both of them jump at the sound of my voice. Mollie yelps and lunges for the blanket, but it’s still stuck underneath us. I cover her body with mine, trying to preserve some modicum of modesty. Cord looks at me like he doesn’t even recognize me. He’s watched me with girls before. He’s probably wondering what makes tonight any different.
“I heard screaming,” he says lamely, with an annoying smirk plastered to his mug.
“We’re fine. Leave. Now.”
Cord shrugs a shoulder before turning to leave.
“Fuck, sorry about that,” I say. I press a kiss to her nipple before lifting myself off her to take care of the condom. Except, when I look down, there is no condom. The fuck? I dig around in the sheet, thinking it must have slipped off after I pulled out, but it’s nowhere to be found.
“What is it?” Mollie asks, her eyebrows tugged together in concern.
“I can’t find the condom.”
“What? What do you mean you can’t find it?” she asks, her voice rising in pitch.
“Relax, it’s here somewhere.”
I turn on the lamp next to my bed, and we both scour the sheets, the floor, under the bed…and it’s just gone. There’s only one place left to check.
“Mollie,” I say, and her head snaps up from the side of the bed.
“What? Did you find it?”
“No, but I think I know where it is. Don’t freak out,” I warn.
“Where?” she asks skeptically and stands, her naked body on display.
“Inside you.”
“Nope.” She shakes her head. “No. Nuh-uh. There’s no way.”
I pin her with a blank stare, waiting for her to come to the same realization. It has to be.
“Don’t you think I’d feel it if it was?”
“Lie down. Let me check.”
She hesitates before lying on her back, bent knees clamped shut. I lie on my stomach in front of them and gently pull her knees apart.
“I was just up close and personal with your pussy, baby. Relax, it’s no big deal.”
“This date just went from one-night stand to OB-GYN appointment,” she mutters, covering her eyes with the back of her hand.
I chuckle, as my palms skate along the insides of her thighs, pushing them open. I spread her lips with my thumbs, but I can’t see anything. She squirms when I hook two fingers inside her, and a little moan slips free. I feel my dick getting hard again already, and my hips automatically grind into the mattress on their own accord.
I’m just about to see how she feels about round two when I touch rubber. I fish it out and hold it up between two fingers.
“All right, Miss Mabey. The procedure went well. I didn’t run into any complications. You may expect some mild discomfort, but it’s nothing that some Tylenol won’t fix. Come back in a week and I’ll examine you again. You know, just to make sure we got everything.”
Mollie giggles, and I dispose of the condom.
“Are you…okay?” I ask, not knowing how to broach the subject of what just happened.
“What do you mean?” she asks, perplexed.
“I mean, are you on birth control, or do I need to run and get you some Plan B?”
“Oh,” she says, shifting uncomfortably. “I’m on the pill. And I’m clean, obviously,” she tacks on at the end.
“Me, too,” I assure her.
“Can you grab my dress?” she asks, after an awkward beat of silence.
“Why?”
“Soooo, I can leave?” It comes out as a question.
“You’re leaving?”
“I mean, I just figured…” she trails off.
“You just figured, what? That our time is up? Because we still have about,” I check the alarm clock on my nightstand, “seven more hours until the sun comes up.” And there’s a lot I can do to her in seven whole hours.
“Seven hours, huh?” she asks, blush creeping up her neck.
“And lucky for you, only about seven more minutes until I can go again.”
“Hmm,” she says thoughtfully, tapping a finger against her chin. “Hooking up with a stranger once is totally acceptable. But twice? I think we at least need to know some basic facts about each other.”
“Is that so?” I ask, raising a brow.
“It’s a rule,” she insists.
“Well, you’ve got seven minutes to get to know me,” I say, lying down next to her with my hands crossed behind my head.
“What do you do?” she asks.
“I snowboard.”
“No, like, for a living,” she clarifies.
“I snowboard. Professionally.”
“Oh,” she says, sounding shocked. She scans my room, as if looking for clues. She won’t find anything but a few of my sponsors’ stickers, unless she opens my closet.
“Why were you upset earlier?” I ask. “Boyfriend issues? Daddy issues?”
Mollie huffs out a humorless laugh. “Sort of. I guess you could say I just got out of a complicated relationship right before I came here.”
“Ah, so I’m the rebound,” I guess. Mollie shrugs and gives me an apologetic smile.
“Maybe?”
“I hate it when beautiful women use my body to get over their boyfriends. You should be ashamed of yourself,” I say, reaching over to grab her by the waist and pulling her on top of me. My cock nestles between her wet pussy lips, and she slides back and forth on top of me.
“So ashamed,” Mollie says, feigning innocence.
“Is it working?” I ask, flexing my hips upward. “Are you over him yet?”
“Almost,” she breathes, as my hands reach up to palm her perky tits.
“I guess we’ll just have to try again,” I say, and then she angles her hips just right to take me inside her.
“Just one more time.”
Chapter 3
Mollie
Now…
“You’re coming. You haven’t missed a Christmas here since we were seven,” Sutton’s voice blares from the speaker of my phone.
“She’s right,” Tucker agrees, tossing random items into the open suitcase on my bed next to me. “River’s Edge at Christmas is your favorite part of the year.”
After I got back from our trip, I finally decided to hear Tucker out. His reasoning didn’t excuse the fact that he wasn’t honest with me. But…it made sense. He said he wanted to be with someone who actually wanted him for once. Of course, I felt bad. But I still don’t think he went about it the right way, even if it did force us to reevaluate.
“I can’t,” I start, and my hand automatically finds my rounded stomach. “He doesn’t know.”
“Well, then merry fucking Christmas to him, because you need to tell him, Mollie.”
I know I do. And I will. I don’t have Cam’s number, but I found his Facebook page. I’ve drafted up the message at least ninety-two times, I just can’t bring myself to hit send. I mean, what do I even say? Hey, remember me? You gave me the best eight hours of my life, then I called an Uber before you woke up and we never spoke again. Oh, by the way, I’m pregnant with your baby. Happy holidays!
“Mollie, it’s December,” Sutton says, stating the obvious.
“I got knocked up, not a lobotomy. I know what month it is.” Both she and Tucker laugh.
“Which means,” she sings, “Cam isn’t even here.”
“What? Why?”
“He’s almost never here in the w
inter. Why do you think you haven’t ever seen him around before? He’s always on some tour. But especially now. He’ll be preparing for Aspen.”
“Aspen?”
“The X Games! You know, because he’s a professional snowboarder? Do you know him at all?”
“Apparently not!” I don’t know anything about snowboarders and their schedules. I knew Cam was pro, but I guess I didn’t realize he was on that level.
“Well, then you have nothing to worry about. But you do need to tell him. The sooner, the better,” Tucker chimes in, like the annoying voice of reason he is.
“I have time,” I insist. I never planned to keep it from him. I could never let Cam go on living his life, not knowing he brought a child into this world. I just needed a while to wrap my brain around it. To make a plan. For the first month or so, I was terrified. Well, I still am, but now, I’m starting to get excited.
“You have, like, five months.”
Five months. I physically feel my face drain of color. Five months is nothing. Tucker must see the panic spreading through me like wildfire in my expression, because he drops to his knees in front of me, taking my hands in his.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. Breathe.”
I nod, trying my best to take in air.
“We’re going to River’s Edge, just like every year. We’re going to get hot chocolate wasted and watch all the Die Hard movies, and you’re going to love every second of it. Agreed?”
“Even the last one?”
“Even the last one,” he agrees. “Even though it was trash. I’ll never deny your fixation with Jai Courtney.”
“You’re a real pal.”
“The best.”
“Yeah, except for that time he cheated on you,” Sutton yells through the line, around what sounds like a mouthful of chips. “Am I the only one who remembers that minor detail?”
“I’m hanging up on you now,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I’ll see you next week.”
I hang up the phone and reluctantly finish packing what Tucker started.
“We’re telling our families the truth,” Tuck surprises me by saying. “After the holidays,” he clarifies. “About not being together, about the baby, all of it.”
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