She places her hand in her hair, teasing the strands with her fingers. “What? Do I look okay? It’s too much, isn’t it? The hair and the heels. It’s a lot of heel and boob. It’s too much boob.”
Molly goes to slam the door in my face but I kick my foot out to stop it. “Are you kidding? You look fucking beautiful. You don’t even want to know the thoughts running through my mind right now.”
“Oh.”
I cup her face and bring her lips toward mine. “Yeah, oh.” Our lips meet in a soft, long, kiss. No tongue, no heat, just passion. My lips tingle from it. My body urges me to move closer to try and get more.
“Will you tell me those thoughts? Later, maybe?” She twists her fingers together, the bracelets hanging around her wrists clank together. I’ve never seen her wear any jewelry before. Or heels, or a tight dress.
Damn, all that body hiding under all those clothes. I need to take her shopping so she can buy all the dresses. All the tight, ass-hugging, breast-showing dresses out there, and in those heels? Fuck, those heels, I can almost feel them digging into my shoulders as I have my way with her. I take a step forward, placing my hand on the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder, her hair tickling my skin.
Licking her earlobe, I rub my hardening shaft against her belly. “Right now, I’m imagining lifting your dress, your tiny, black dress." I trace her collarbone with my fingertips, dropping down the middle of her chest, the curves of her tits pressing against my fingertip. “Sliding your panties aside, wrapping your legs around my waist, and then I’ll unbuckle my pants, and your hands will push my pants down, freeing my cock.”
“Alright. I’m still here. Hi. Remember me? Your little whispers aren’t as quiet as you think. Now, I’m all hot and bothered.” Kenna’s words shake me from the spell Molly put me under.
Molly shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath, her breasts pushing against the material of her dress, the tops spilling out a bit more from how tight the material wraps around her chest. “Kenna, you ruin everything,” Molly says through a deep exhale, shutting her eyes.
“We need to meet our reservation. And you guys speaking porn when I haven’t had any male attention in a very long time, is making me want to be late to our reservation. So, pants up, we are leaving.”
I step away from my sexual desire and clear my throat. “My pants aren’t down, Kenna.”
“Yet. Grab your stuff. I’m hungry.” The keys jingle as she snatches them off the granite countertop and struts out the door.
“I think that’s our cue.” I hold out my arm, and she stares down at it like it’s an alien. “This is where you grab it and we can go.”
“Right. I knew that. I know that.” I don’t miss the fact that her hand is shaking as she places it on my forearm.
“Let’s go feed you. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner I can get you back home.” I place my lips next to her ear and open the door. “I want to have my way with you.”
Her throat bobs, taking a few moments to herself before she steps out of the door. Her hand trickles down my arm, tangling her fingers in mine. “Let’s go.”
The night is beautiful, not as beautiful as she is, but beautiful all the same. The stars shine, twinkling above us, lighting the pathway to the car. Kenna sits in the front seat, applying a dark lipstick in the mirror. She wipes the corner of her lips and hits the visor to lay flat against the roof of the car again and rolls down the window. “About time. You guys keep it in your pants? Did you grab those condoms, Molly?”
“Kenna!” Molly scolds and opens the back door, but I catch it with my hand and open it the rest of the way. My mom taught me how to be a gentleman, and I plan on being one to the woman I love.
Love?
I shake my head from that thought as Kenna laughs. “What? You always want to be prepared, Molls.”
Molly slides across the leather seat, keeping her dress pulled down so her ass doesn’t show. Shame. I really want her ass to show. I get in beside her and shut the door, scooting over as close to her as possible until our legs touched. I throw my arm behind the seat, and my fingers skate along her shoulder. Kenna reverses out of the driveway, careful to miss the mailbox, and heads down the road.
Once she turns her heavy metal music on, I whisper in Molly’s ear. “Condoms? I thought Kenna was just kidding. You really bought them?”
“Can we not talk about this right now, please?” she squirms in the seat, uncomfortable.
“I’ll know soon enough.” I bring my hand to her face, feather my touch along her skin, down her neck, and chest. Her breathing picks up. I’m getting to her.
“So confident,” she says, fanning herself with her hand. “Wow, it’s hot in here. Is it hot in here? Kenna can you turn the a/c on back here, please.”
The air kicks on, blowing her hair over her shoulders. “Relax, Molly.”
“How can I relax with you whispering in my ear and making me all—”
“Hot?” I interrupt her with a smug grin.
She turns her head to me, her breath ghosting over my lips from them being only centimeters apart from each other. “Scorching.”
My shaft plumps from the seductive words leaving her lips like a secret, wrapping around my cock. The low, hushed tone makes my control snap for a second and my hand falls to her thigh, inching its way up the smooth, silky leg. “Are you nervous?” I breathe on her cheek, kissing my nose along her jawline, fighting the temptation to take her in the backseat.
“No.”
I lift my hand higher, letting my fingers dance on her sensitive canvas. “Are you nervous, now?”
She looks down at my hand and back up to see if Kenna is looking at us, but she is jamming out to the music blaring in the car. “No.”
I bite my lip when the heat of her pussy radiates on my hand. “And now?”
Her lips part on a silent moan, and her hand grips the grey, plastic handle above her, shaking her head. Her tongue flicks out to coat her dry lips. She cuts her gaze to me, and a heated flush takes over her face. “No.”
I cup her this time, pressing my thumb against her clit, letting her wetness coat my palm. “And now?”
The hand that isn’t clutching the handle, digs into my thigh. She shakes her head as a quiet whimper escapes her red, painted lips, seducing me further. I place my mouth next to her ear. “And now?” I slide her panties to the side, sneaking my gaze to the front to make sure Kenna isn’t looking, but she is lost in her own word, singing along to the screaming vocals blaring through the speakers.
Molly’s chest moves rapidly as she breathes, trying to catch her breath, but if it is up to me? I’ll make sure she is always gasping for air, from the need caused by me. “No.”
“Liar.” I suppress my voice to a low, gravel. “I can feel how nervous you are.” My fingers inch their way through her promise land, swimming through the sea of her need. I press them against her jewel.
Those red lips part as her body quivers from my touch, stroking my ego, wishing it was stroking my cock.
“Caden,” she says as a plea. “We shouldn’t.”
“We shouldn’t do it here. You’re right.” I move my fingers from her pearl, leaving one at her virgin entrance. “But I can’t help it. I want you. I want you so fucking bad, Molly.” I take the hand gripping my thigh and move it to my straining cock. “Do you feel how bad I want you?” I wrap her fingers around my girth, helping her stroke me. I stutter a breath into her ear, wanting her to hear the power she has over me, what she does to me, how she affects me. I sink one digit inside her heat, inching forward more and more until I hit the thin wall of her virginity. “All it would take is a push.”
She tilts her head back, trying to catch that breath she has been searching for. “Do it.”
“No.” I swirl my finger around her tight channel, caressing the soft tissue soaking my hand. “When I take this—” I press against the thin wall again making her hiss in pleasure and a little discomfort, “—it’s going to be my fat coc
k taking it. I’m not taking it in the back of a car.”
“Hey! We are here.” Kenna yells over the music and shuts off the car, hoping out a lightning speed.
Giving us a chance to be alone. The wet sound of me removing my finger from her depths makes a spurt of precome drip from the slit of my cock. “I guess that’s our cue.” I put her panties back in place and suck my finger into my mouth, closing my eyes from how sweet her honey is. I lick it clean, making sure I get every drop. “You taste so good.”
I open my eyes to see her wide, brown eyes staring at me and her parted lips staring at my tongue gathering the juice on my skin. “Next time, I’ll leave some for you.”
Her hand, mindlessly, is still on my hard, aching erection, squeezing onto it for dear life. Any harder and accompanied by a few strokes, I’d come right in my pants. I’ve never been a hair trigger kind of man, but she makes me want to blow from the simplest touch. It’s a good thing I have a great recovery time.
I pull on the lapels of my jacket, clearing my throat and glide my ass across the seat, but first I tuck my cock in the waistband of my trousers to hide my erection. I open the door, letting the cool, summer night’s breeze whisk its way into the car. I step out and turn my palm up, silently asking for her to take it.
She swallows and comes to me with slow movements, keeping her legs shut as she does. “Are you okay?” I grin.
She doesn’t say anything as she nearly falls to the ground from her shaky legs. “I’ve got you,” I say, wrapping an arm around her body to steady her on her feet.
“I don’t like what you do to me.”
“Hmmm,” I mutter, walking around until her back is pressed against my front. I thrust my cock over her ass, thinking that I could just slide my bare cock right in her pussy, wrap my arms around her and sit back in the car. It would look normal, and no one would ever know that I was fucking her. “Lying doesn’t look good on you, Molly. You and I both know; we like what we do to each other.”
“You make me forget that I have control of my body,” she admits. “I don’t like not having control.”
I brush my lips against the shell of her ear, blowing air against her heated skin. “I control your body now, Molly. You need to remember that.” I take her hand in mine and start walking toward the club or bar. I’m not really sure what to call it. Outside people sit at tables and eat, but inside music blares and people dance.
The building is modern with a brand new porch that is the size of the place itself. As we walk through the door, Kenna waves at us from the bar, holding up shots. Then, she points to the man behind the bar and holds up a thumb.
Molly gasps. “Hottie bartender.” She tugs on my hand to stop me, but when I glance from her to the man Kenna pointed at, possessive jealousy courses through my veins.
I need to remember that she is here with me, not him, but the way he looks at her, pisses me off. How is this guy everywhere?
We stroll to the bar, and I wrap my arm around Molly, pulling her close to me, but he still doesn’t take his eyes off her. He doesn’t have a care in the world that she is taken, and I won’t handle that sort of disrespect.
“Molly. It’s so good to see you again. You look gorgeous. Are you going to save me a dance later?” He pours a shot of tequila and sets it in front of her. “If that is okay with your friend.” He stares at me with a raised eyebrow, drying off a glass with a towel.
Friend? Oh, this asshole has another thing coming if he thinks for one minute he can have her. “If she wanted to dance with a dishwasher, I’m assuming she would have come with one.”
Molly takes the shot in one, fluid gulp. “I don’t know how I got in this position.” She whispers to Kenna, but I hear her. I’ll always hear her.
“Maybe you can have both of them at the same time. How fun would that be?” Kenna takes a shot as she glares at me, tilting her lips in a smirk.
She knows damn well that will never happen. The only man Molly will ever be with is me.
Ever.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Molly
Pissed.
It’s the only word I know how to describe my mood.
“Molly, wait!” Caden yells after me, but I keep stomping toward the car, careful to not trip in these stupid heels. I knew going out with him would be a bad idea. I knew all of this was a bad idea.
I fumble with the car keys in my hand and try and press the unlock button, but it isn’t working. I hit the fob on my palm. “Come on, Come on. I beg you to open.” But it doesn’t.
“Will you just wait?”
His fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me. “Will you stop?”
“Is there a problem?” Hot bartender asks, stopping a few feet behind Caden.
I watch anger cloud Caden’s eyes. The green-eyed monster has been released. “The only problem here is you. Will you please leave us alone?”
Kenna wraps her arm around Oakley and steers him back toward the bar. “We need to leave them alone, believe me when I say it’s been a long time coming.”
“Caden, your behavior is unexpected. I won’t let you be rude because of me.”
“It isn’t because of you. It’s him. He wants you. He has his eyes all over you. He sees me with you, and he doesn’t care. I want him to back off.”
“Why? Why do you want that? Caden, just stop. This is exhausting. You and me, it is exhausting. I’m not some prize. I’m not something you need to fight over, okay?” I see the hurt look in his eyes from the sword of my words.
He charges toward me and cages me in his arms, his expression full of anguish and lust. “That’s where you are wrong. You and me have been fighting. We have been fighting for years, and I have you now, do you understand that. You’re mine. I won’t let anyone get in the way of that. You are a prize. You’re the fucking dream. The goal.”
“Caden—”
He groans with frustration and grabs my face. “Just shut up.” He takes my mouth in a hungry kiss, diving his tongue in my mouth.
I don’t resist. My body is primed from earlier, from his stunt in the backseat. I wrap my arms around his neck, losing myself in the kiss. Losing myself in him—to him.
He pulls his lips away slightly, breathing heavy into my mouth. “Get in the car.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?” his nails scrap along the metal of the car.
I run my hand down his chest, gripping the band of his pants and pull him toward me. “The door won’t unlock, and you are in my way.”
I don’t see his hand move, but I feel it, rubbing over the curve of my ass to get to the door handle as he takes the keys from me with his other hand and hits unlock. He pulls it, and the door clicks open. “Get in the car, Molly.”
The threat of his words make my nipples tighten, and my body obeys him without argument. I slither my way in the crack of the door and crawl over into the passenger seat. He jumps into the driver’s seat and closes the door. I jump from the abrupt sound, my skin tingling from the silent promise lingering in the air.
“I’ve already told Kenna to find another ride and a place to stay.” His deep, grumble of words cause my skin to bead and my clit to pulse. I know why he would tell her that, but I want to hear the words come from his mouth. “I don’t want any interruptions tonight. I’m done waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
“Us.” The tires squeal out of the parking lot, burning rubber and leaving smoke behind as we speed down the road.
My throat becomes dry and scratchy, thinking of what will happen tonight. It doesn’t have to happen. I know if I say no, everything will come to a stop, but I don’t want to say no. I want to feel all the pent-up aggression.
“Touch yourself.”
“What?” I stare at him with wide eyes, gripping the middle console with all my might.
He unbuckles his pants and snakes his cock out. “Touch yourself, because when we get home. All bets are off.”
My heart pounds so hard, the throb pulsate
s in my head, my chest, my stomach, my legs, my entire body. I swallow to coat the nervousness latching onto my throat and run my shaky hands up my legs with slow and tender movements. It doesn’t feel as good as when he is touching me, but it still feels hot and forbidden because I have never done anything like this before.
He starts to stroke his intimidating cock, rubbing his thumb over the angry red bulb. His slit leaks clear fluid, and my taste buds water for a taste. I crave it. I lean over to take his cock into my mouth, but he stops me, pushing me against the seat with force.
“No. I want to see you finger-fuck yourself, Molly. Do it.” His voice sounds different—animalistic and primal, full of rage and want. That power, if he uses it the wrong way, it can really hurt me, but I know he will never do that. Caden will never hurt me.
I can’t tear my eyes away from him pleasuring himself, and the image makes my hands slide my panties to the side like he did earlier. My pubic hair scratches my fingers as I search for my pleasure button.
“Come on, Molly. I want to hear you. Let me hear you,” he stutters, his cock looking angry and menacing from the bulging veins and throbbing pulse. I wonder once he is inside me, if I will be able to feel it pulse or shoot when he orgasms.
The thought makes me moan and slip my fingers through my folds. I’m slick, wet, and hot. I spread my legs wider until my feet are on opposite sides of each other on the floorboard so I can have more access.
“That’s my girl. How does it feel? What do you feel?” He continues to milk his shaft.
I roll my head against the seat, channeling my powerful inner goddess. I want to tell him, but words won’t leave my lips. The wet sounds from my folds make me gasp, and I’m nervous to drive my digits inside because I don’t want to break my virginity. I want to save it for Caden. Maybe that is why we haven’t been together all these years. Perhaps, time was waiting for us to catch up to it, and now that we are here, I want to do everything in my power to make him happy.
I flick my finger across my aching nub, ripping a groan from the deepest parts of my chest. My legs start to shake, and my hole starts to clench. “It hurts.”
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