by Mignon Mykel
No good.
I brought a knee up and Mikey continued his licks and sucks, his tongue swirling around my pussy in a zig zap pattern here, a circle there…his tongue dipping inside me and moving quickly. He kissed, he sucked, he swirled.
And soon I was on the edge again.
So much for this not ever being a particularly mind-blowing event.
Mikey knew what the hell he was doing.
“Mikey…” I whispered, closing my eyes again, giving in to the sensations. I didn’t need to see him to reach my peak.
Just feeling him…
Feeling his lips and tongue and teeth…
And then they were gone.
Just…gone.
My eyes snapped open and I groaned my disappointment.
I watched as he leaned his strong, muscular body away from me and toward his nightstand, where he pushed aside both pairs and single socks. A bundled pair even fell out of the drawer as he frantically pushed around.
“Shit, c’mon,” he mumbled, and I had to smile.
Then, because he left me on an edge, I tried to give him a taste of his own medicine and reached for his straining cock. His abs clenched when my hand squeezed him, and he growled when I brought my thumb to the crown, coming into contact with the wetness that seeped there.
“Molly,” he warned, as I swirled the drop of precum around the head. “Thank fuck,” he said a quick second later, pulling out a square foil packet.
I let go of him so he could roll the condom in place. I wanted to feel him lose control in my body. I couldn’t wait to feel it. And that was the only reason why I let him go so easily.
Condom in place, he moved from his knees between my legs, to beside my legs. I frowned but then he tapped my hip.
“Roll over.”
I lifted my brows.
“Please.”
“I don’t—” I started but quickly stopped myself. I didn’t exactly enjoy being gone down on pre-Mikey, but he made it so worthwhile. He would probably make doggy style more exciting that I had experience with too. That thought in my mind, I rolled away from him, exposing my backside to him.
I got up on all fours as he helped move my legs apart, settling between them again. His hand rubbed appreciatively over my right ass cheek. Dropping to my forearms, I looked over my shoulder at him.
I looked like a fucking dog in heat—my ass up in the air. But I quickly put the thoughts to bed, because Mikey?
Mikey looked like he enjoyed the view.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, as he kneaded my ass. I couldn’t help but wiggle a little; I needed to feel him inside me again.
He chuckled. “Impatient,” he said softly and then, oh my God, he slapped my ass.
My mouth dropped open and he just grinned over and down my back at me, his hand rubbing away the sting.
“You slapped me!” My voice was incredulous; I’d never had dirty, kinky sex before. I’d never thought spanking could be a turn on but…
“Spanked. For being sassy. You’re so fucking sassy, Moll.” Before I could offer a retort, his hands were splitting my ass cheeks and then he was pushing into me from behind. I dropped my head, my temple to my forearm, and pushed my hips back into him. “And stubborn. So fucking stubborn.”
I opened my eye but kept my head down, as I glared back at him. “Not stubborn.”
He was smiling—it was wide, amused, and a touch cocky. “Stubborn. And you passed it on to my kid. I see you in him every damn day.” He began to thrust his hips and I moaned.
“Let’s please not talk about Anderson right now,” I managed, my eyes closing again.
“I’m just sayin’,” he said, pausing after pushing in all the way. “You belong here, Moll. Right here. In our lives. Don’t go.”
I wiggled my hips, needing him to move. He was big and wide inside me, stretching me, and I needed more. And he wasn’t giving it to me.
“Not going anywhere, Mike,” I finally growled after he refused to move.
Mikey laughed, “There she is.” And then he spanked my other ass cheek.
This time, it wasn’t shock that coursed through me but more need. My pussy squeezed around him in response, surprising me.
“Ah, you like that, do you?”
I braced myself for him to do it again, but he didn’t. He smoothed his hand over the spot then grabbed my hips, beginning a quick but even thrusting.
It felt so good.
So, so good.
I pushed up on my hands and arched my back when he grabbed my hair, pulling gently. He pulled a little more until I rose up on my knees, kneeling in front of him with my body arched, his hips relentless as he continued to drive his cock into me.
He wrapped his arm around my middle, holding my there for a moment while I moaned with each push of his cock, each lick of his tongue over my shoulder. He kissed and licked and moved, and soon, dropped his hand from my stomach until his fingers were brushing over my clit.
The second they did, a shiver ran through my body and I moaned loudly. He began rubbing my clit in circles and I needed something to hold on to. Reaching up and behind me, I held onto the back of his head.
He rubbed, and circled, and flicked…
“Oh my God,” I moaned, trying to tip my hips back more. I was already arched to my max.
But I needed more.
So, I told him that.
Soon, we were laying down, me still to my stomach and him over my back. His fingers never left my clit but his other hand dragged down my arm until he locked his fingers over mine, clutching them tight as I tried to keep purchase with the sheets under me.
Even with his hand trapped between my body and the bed, he didn’t let up on my tight bundle of nerves. Instead of circling though, he moved his fingers over, back and forth, until trapping my clit between two fingers.
And then he squeezed.
“Mikey!”
My body convulsed under him, my fingers tightening against his as I squeezed my eyes shut. He didn’t let up on the pressure around my clit until my body began to calm down.
And then he was pulling his still hard, still pulsing with need, cock from my body, and I groaned.
He rolled me over and I eyed his covered cock, obviously in need of release. Why hadn’t he come yet? Why could I get him almost there, but not fully there?
I brought my eyes up to his and could feel the frown on my face. I didn’t want the answer but… Still, I had to ask, “Do I not do it for you?”
Chapter Fifteen
Mikey
Molly’s body reacted so strongly to mine.
The fact I now got her off twice—and hell, could have been three times had I let her come against my mouth—made my chest puff out in pride.
That feeling quickly deflated at her question though.
“What?” I asked, moving to lay down beside her. I needed contact and, for the time being, resorted to keeping my hand on her stomach.
“I mean, you…” She didn’t touch, but instead pointed to my aching cock. “You haven’t…”
“You think I can’t come to you, is that what you think?” I pieced together.
“Well, yeah. I mean, it was one thing to hold back in the living room but here?” Her temper was starting to flare from being unsure. “I mean, what’s holding you back? Me?”
After all these years knowing her, in one single night I was pulling out the many intricate pieces of Molly Attwood and learning who she was, completely, in and out.
I knew she called me Mike when irritated.
And I knew she had a sarcastic, stubborn side.
But now I was seeing how closely these things paired with her being unsure.
I’d set out to give her as much pleasure as I possibly could. I wanted her to see how good this side of life could be. I wanted her to crave me as much as I craved her.
I didn’t intend to make her question my desire for her.
“No, Moll,” I answered, conscious to not smile at her. If she saw I was
laughing at her, I knew her enough to know she’d only get more irritated and fuck, but I wasn’t knocking one off in the shower to my hand.
Not when the very reason I was hard—and had been hard—was right here in my bed.
She opened her mouth, but I moved in to kiss her hard. She mumbled against my lips but after I moved my hand up her stomach and cupped her breast. After I kneaded it lightly and tweaked her nipple, her mouth softened.
Only then did I pull back away.
“No,” I said again. “Trust me, baby, I can get off to you just fine. Have been for years,” I admitted simply to see the shock on her face. Yeah, Molly, are you catching on? “I wanted you to feel how good it could be between us. This is you and me. All of this. You bring out these desires in me.” I continued to mindlessly work her nipple, rolling it slowly between my finger and thumb. She shifted slight, just enough to show she was turned on again. Still. “You have a dirty mouth—”
“Never before you,” she managed around a moan and I realized I was squeezing too tightly. Didn’t need her too close to the edge again. I loosened my fingers, keeping them light as they brushed and rubbed her sensitive peak.
“Yeah, can’t say I’ve spanked someone before. You brought that out. Not gonna lie, I liked your response,” I chuckled, still watching her.
Her eyes were darkened by the dilation of her pupils and damn me, I wished I’d had the foresight to turn on the lights when we walked into the room. The dimmed lights of the living room weren’t enough.
But I also wasn’t leaving this bed.
“Don’t do it every time,” she answered, her eyes closing again as her body slightly arched.
We were going to do this again.
This wasn’t a one-night deal.
This was going to be different than the last time.
I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock hardened even more. So much for my grand plan of keeping her over aroused. I wasn’t going to last this time.
“We good?” I asked, squeezing her nipple this time on purpose as I dropped my mouth to kiss beside her lips.
“Yeah. We good,” she repeated, and I smiled at the improper phrase coming from her lips.
“Good.” I kissed her again and this time, moved over her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and I wasted no time pushing inside her. This time though, unlike the living room and when I took her from behind, I pushed my hips into her slowly, pushing her into the bed, hard, when our pelvises met, flesh to flesh.
This time was slow, and sexy, and sensual.
Her hands ran slowly up and down my back, my sides.
My hands…one was in her hair, cradling the back of her head against the pillow as the other ran up and down her thigh.
This time was perfect, and I knew—as deeply as I knew my place in life, my place in the Perri’s and Gagnon’s lives, and my place as Anderson’s father—this was where I was supposed to be.
Where we were supposed to be.
I chose Molly.
And shit, she chose me.
* * *
I sat at the kitchen counter, waiting for Anderson and Molly to get home. It was a rare day in the peak of hockey season that I didn’t have to leave the moment Anderson got home from school; I wondered what we would do.
We could go somewhere.
“This is a very nice place.” The slight French accent had me turning in my stool. In the middle of the living room, her fingers turning ornaments on the tree, was Trina. “You did well.” She smiled over her shoulder at me, her blonde hair even more gold in the sparkle of white Christmas lights.
“You don’t think it’s too much?” I asked her. “It’s nothing like our first place.”
She shook her head, looking back to an ornament with Anderson’s second grade picture on it. I knew that one well. Anderson was missing on of his top teeth, and both front teeth on the bottom. His hair was also a crazy mess because of a scheduling conflict with the second-grade class and the school photographer.
“Well, you’re a different hockey player than you were then. That, and this place is still modest, Mikey,” she laughed, reaching for a different ornament. That one, a ceramic pair of skates that Molly hard written on the bottom, “First year playing! 2011”
Trina looked at me again, her eyes dancing. “Why am I not surprised?”
“He’s good.”
“Of course, he is. You’re his father.” She looked back at the tree again, taking it in, before moving toward me. “You have no pictures in this house, Mikey.”
“Sure, I do. There are some of Anderson in the hall.”
“Why not pictures of you with him? Molly with him?”
I looked past her, into the hall that lead to his and Molly’s rooms. The hall that pictures of Anderson decorated the walls. “I don’t know. He has a picture of the three of us—you, me, and him—in his room.”
“Molly has pictures of her and him on her phone. You should tell her to print them. Then put them in the house.”
“Molly—”
“She belongs here, don’t you think?” Trina asked, moving to sit in the stool beside mine.
I nodded. “I do. She belongs here…” My voice softened to a whisper.
“Then show her that!” Trina laughed, pushing at my shoulder. “I mean, I feel her here. She has a very special energy, my friend. But I was expecting to see her in these walls. Why haven’t you put her here?”
“It hasn’t been easy, Trina. There were some bad days, and then there was a boyfriend, and…”
“And she always came back when I pushed her,” Trina said, matter-of-factly. “She’s not very great with subtle hints, though. Molly is very literal and very honest. The few times I’ve visited with her, she insists we talk about the past but you, Mikey, you let me talk about the future.”
I laughed lightly at that, looking away from Trina and to the counter as I nodded. “I always listened to you.”
“Why don’t you listen to her?”
When I looked at Trina, her head was tipped to the side as she studied me. “I listen to her.”
“Yes. Now. But you didn’t always. She’d been telling you for years that she loved you—” My mouth opened to cut in, but Trina continued, “and that she needs to be here, but you never saw it.”
“She never said it.”
“Sure she has. Maybe not in words, but she’s shown you.”
I hadn’t seen it. She’d also never said it. “I don’t know that Molly loves me. Not yet.”
Trina just nodded her disagreement. “She does. She’s afraid though.”
“She shouldn’t be. I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
“You’re her family now, Mikey. Molly won’t risk that—”
“Trina. I know. She and I have talked.”
“Oh. I must have missed that conversation,” Trina replied before shrugging. “Can’t be everywhere.”
“What’s kept you here?”
“A soul has to be sure her loved ones are doing okay before leaving them.”
“And Anderson and I weren’t doing well?”
“Andy is doing fabulously.”
“He doesn’t like Andy,” I interrupted, and she just rolled those blue eyes of hers at me.
Funny, I couldn’t remember her being an eye roller, but Molly…Molly rolled her eyes all the time. For a moment, I wondered if that had been Trina. The thought was crazy.
Then again, I was talking to my wife.
“Like I said, Andy is doing fine. He’s loved and he knows it. He wants you and Molly together, did you know that?” Of course, Trina didn’t let me answer that. “So if any of your hang-ups are on him, don’t worry about our boy. But you and Molly… I just want to see you two happy. Ten years is a long time, Mikey.” Trina’s voice turned to a sad tone. “A really long time. You have so much to offer someone and Molly is so good for you. Why do you think I chose her?”
“You chose her?” I asked, confused. That sounded eerie, like Trina always knew s
he was going to die.
Trina shook her head, smiling again. “No, I didn’t know I was going to get into the accident, silly. People don’t know those things. But I always knew Molly was special. I love her, and wanted you to love her too. There’s no one better for you than Molly. She’s better for you than I ever was.”
“Trina…”
She nodded. “She is. She’ll keep you on your toes. You need that, Mikey.”
I couldn’t help but nod too, because Trina was right. Molly was good for me.
“The last time we talked, you forgot our conversation,” Trina said then, her voice firm. “You need to remember our conversation.”
“We’ve talked?”
“Yes, a couple years ago, love. It takes too much for me to visit you, so I generally just try to whisper to you, but I’m tired, Mikey. Please remember this conversation. Please be happy. She’s going to wake up soon, so please remember.” Then, she reached for my face, her hand light to my cheek even though the action oddly felt like a kiss to my side. “I love you, Mikey.”
With the feeling that this was the last time I’d say the words to her, I smiled. “I love you, too, Trina.”
Chapter Sixteen
Molly
I woke up slowly.
The room was dark—at some point after I fell asleep, Mikey must have gone into the living room to turn off the lights. I lifted myself up to look over his sleeping body to see the time.
Only four.
With a sleepy sigh, I lowered myself back to the bed, cuddling into Mikey’s side.
Last night had been…
Incredible.
That was one word for it.
Hooking my leg around his, I slowly dragged my foot up and down the inside of his calf. I didn’t want to wake him, so when he sighed heavily in his sleep, I stopped moving my foot and instead, curled my arm over his flat stomach. He slept on his back, but had an arm under my neck; I could imagine him holding me close before he’d fallen asleep and relaxation took his arm from around me.
I moved my hand to the left side of his chest, searching the strong beat of his heart. It was slow and steady as he slept. I kept my hand there for a while, counting the beats until my eyes grew heavy again.
