The Last First Date (The Do-Over Pact Book 1)

by Rocklyn Ryder

  Her eyes fly open and her hands grip my biceps. Our eyes lock and I watch her mouth open in a little "O" as my cock slides all the way inside her.

  "You're so tight," I say between gritted teeth, trying not to think about how fucking good she feels.

  If she was going to say something, it's lost in a breathy sort of gasp when I move again, managing to get a little deeper once I feel her body relax and adjust to my size.

  "Reagan."

  The way she murmurs my name makes it sound like she's pleading with me and I know exactly what she's asking for.

  I lean in for a kiss, catching her lip between my teeth and getting another sexy little gasp out of her right before I draw back and give in to the need to thrust.

  Molly whimpers as I pull back, and I agree, my dick belongs buried deep inside her so I ram it back home.

  Now her knees are on my hips and her nails are in my shoulders and beyond that the only thing I can focus on is how fucking hot and tight she is inside.

  Every thrust feels better than the last and if I don't find a distraction I'm not going to last long.

  Molly's moving with me, her hips rising up to meet mine. We find our rhythm like we were made for each other.

  And I know we were.

  I was made to fill Molly's body up and she was made to be wrapped around mine.

  I feel her walls flutter and tighten at the same time her breathing goes ragged.

  My girl's on the edge and so am I.

  Between the feel of her pussy clenching down on my cock and the sound of her moans getting louder I can't hold on any longer.

  I barely have time to ride out the first wave of Molly's orgasm before my own knocks the wind out of me.

  My balls tighten up and I feel my cock pumping seed deep into Molly's body and knowing she's letting me come inside her makes it that much more special.

  When my balls are completely empty I finally collapse beside her, pulling her into my arms and whispering how much I love her till she finally laughs at me.

  "You might have mentioned that a time or two," Molly whispers at me with a contented little giggle.

  "I don't want you to forget," I tell her with a smile.

  God, she is beautiful. Turned toward me, our bodies against one another, her eyes shine in the darkness with the same emotions that I feel running through me.

  "Never stop telling me," she smiles as she kisses me softly, "and definitely never stop fucking me like that."

  "Deal on both counts," I promise her as she wiggles closer to me and turns her perfect ass to rest against my depleted cock.

  "You trying to tell me something?" I tease, nipping at her ear as I feel my dick start to wake up again.

  "You did promise me a round two," she giggles with a sexy squirm that has my cock's full attention.

  Molly

  "So you guys finally....?"

  Abby let's her question trail off with a couple of wiggles of her eyebrows as Spencer sets our next pitcher of mimosas on the table.

  He hovers for a second, his eyes moving between each of us before settling on Paige.

  "Shoo," Bailey waves her hands at him, "we're trying to find out how big your brother's dick is. Go."

  Paige breaks into a fierce blush and hides her face behind her hand but Spence just shakes his head and gives Bailey a dead pan glare.

  "Let's just say, he's only the big brother in age," he shoots back at her, sending the rest of our table into fits of laughter.

  Except Paige. She looks like she wants to melt into the floor.

  Which is probably because she knows we're going to volunteer her to find out if it's true.

  My soon-to-be brother-in-law leaves us to get back to our girl talk.

  "I think he's warming up to us," Bailey declares as she refills her glass with this week's specialty concoction of strawberry basil mixed with a sparkling Moscato that suits the warm August morning on the patio of the Boat Dock Cafe perfectly.

  The patio that overlooks Landsburg's main street and city park-- because there's still no boat dock.

  "He has gotten less shy, for sure," Sierra points out.

  "This is his last week, you know," I inform them.

  Reagan and his brother put the finishing touches on Spence's van a few days ago and Spencer put in his notice with Dan and Gilbert, the brothers that own the cafe.

  "He's quitting?"

  Paige sounds distraught.

  We all know she's been crushing on him since we first met him a couple months back but she refuses to talk to him.

  I sip my mimosa and nod.

  "He and Reagan got his van done last week. He's getting ready to take off to do his whole van life thing," I remind her.

  "Yeah," Sierra pouts, I don't know what the Center is going to do without him, the kids love him down there."

  While Paige and Sierra mourn losing Spence-- Paige because she's hot for his manbun and See because she teaches art classes at the community center's after school program which is how she met Manbun McHottie before the rest of us and now they're going to be short a guitar instructor-- Abby and Bailey return to their relentless interrogation regarding the new diamond on my finger and their strong suspicion that I've broken the pact.

  I know I'm blushing almost as bad as Paige is when Spence shows up with our food.

  "OK, ladies," he always says it sarcastically, "vegan lemon tart for the vegan, French toast with the orange honey butter and the warm vanilla syrup for Abby, totally off the menu chocolate crepes with raspberry mousse stolen from tomorrow's menu for the girl who knows the cook."

  Spence sets the crepes in front of Bailey who just gives him a look that says yes I do.

  "And quiche of the day for Miss Paige and my beautiful new sister."

  Paige blushes and manages to whisper a "thank you" as her personal sized mini quiche comes to a rest on the table.

  I think Spencer starts to say something to her but then he's handing me my own mini quiche and giving me a sympathetic look.

  "Yeah, sorry, Moll," he tells me, "they're all purple."

  "Thanks anyway, Spence," I assure him, poking at the weird-colored baked egg filling, "I'm sure it's delicious."

  Between being my fiance's brother and roommate and our regular server for our weekly brunches at the cafe, Spence has gotten to know that a lot of things about the Boat Dock's menu is outside my comfort zone.

  "One more pitcher?" He tops off Paige's glass with the last of pitcher two and doesn't wait for us to answer before he heads toward the bar for our next round.

  It always seems to take three pitchers for us to get through brunch.

  "So I take it you're out of the pact?" Abby asks again.

  "Have you set a date?" Paige asks as she grabs my hand to inspect my engagement ring up close.

  This is the first time they've seen it in person.

  "So he proposed last night?" Bailey sounds slightly bored but weddings aren't really her thing and she still refuses to join our pact.

  "Friday," I correct, "it was so sweet! He put the ring on my desk at the office with my name plate that says 'Molly Price.' "

  I get the collective "ahhh" from my co-horts, even Bailey seems sincere.

  "So yeah, I'm out of the pact," I say a little proudly, "Reagan's the guy I would have waited for and now I've got him."

  Spencer sneaks up to drop off our last pitcher and leaves without interrupting.

  "Well I hope I find what I'm waiting for soon," Sierra confesses, "I've been holding out longer than the rest of you. A girl's got needs, you know."

  "That's exactly what I've been saying this whole time," Bailey quips as she refills everyone's glasses, "I don't understand why you would want to go back to being virgins again."

  "It's not about being virgins again!"

  Paige just can't win. It always seems like Spencer shows up exactly as soon as the word virgin comes out of her mouth.

  "I take it you ladies are ready for the check?" He asks.

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bsp; Long gone is the bashful new guy that wasn't sure how to handle our rowdy brunch brigade. Spence is a seasoned veteran now and not much of the conversations he catches us in the middle of still shocks him.

  We nod, Paige tries to disappear into the table cloth, and Spence comes back with our tab and pauses awkwardly for a moment.

  "Moll probably told you this is my last week?" he asks.

  We all nod.

  "OK, well, I just want to say thanks and I'm going to miss you but you know Moll's gonna be family soon so I'm sure I'll get to see you all again?"

  The girls nod again.

  I think Paige might finally say something but then she concentrates on the crumbs on her plate from the crust off her purple potato powder fennel sausage and leek quiche.

  Which actually was delicious-- if you can get past the fact that eggs should not be purple.

  "Thanks, Spence," I tell him.

  "Yeah," Sierra says, "you're still at the Center till Friday, right?"

  He nods.

  We say our goodbyes.

  Paige doesn't speak up.

  "You sure you don't want me to ask?" I question her once Spence is out of hearing range, "I think he might be interested."

  Paige shakes her head, her perfect blonde curls shimmering in the late morning sun, "No. No more pointless flings."

  "I'm committed to the do-over pact." She mashes her finger against the table top hard enough to make me wince at the sound of her acrylic nails hitting the hard surface, "I'm done wasting my time-- and my body-- on guys who aren't going to stick around."

  My friend has a point. She might be crushing on my future brother-in-law, but Spencer is only in town for 5 more days.

  A murmur of agreement goes around the table.

  Even Bailey is nodding sagely.

  "OK, so spill the tea," Bailey jumps at the chance to change the subject and leans in expectantly, "on a scale from one to ten, how good is the sex?"

  "Oh my God," Sierra and Abby are both acting like they're surprised Bailey would ask, but they also leans in for the answer.

  "Like seriously, Moll," Paige adds, "if he was the only guy you'd ever been with, you don't think you'd ever wonder what you were missing out on?"

  My four best friends in the world lean in and wait and even though I'm not normally the type to break a do-over pact and tell, I have to be straight with my besties.

  "The only thing I'd have missed out on is not meeting Reagan sooner, guys."

  It's the truth.

  If I could go back and do it all over again, there's no doubt in my mind; I'd wait for Reagan.

  Epilogue

  Molly

  "Before or after?"

  Reagan stands behind my chair and leans over to kiss my cheek with his arms wrapped around my shoulders.

  "Before or after what?" I ask, completely unable to continue inputting these invoices with him hanging on to me like this-- and totally OK with that.

  "Before or after you graduate?" He asks.

  "Before. Definitely before."

  Now I know what he's talking about.

  "OK...before or after the wedding?"

  "OH EM GEE, Babe!" I laugh out loud, breaking his embrace so I can spin the chair around to face him.

  "The wedding is in two months! You can't wait two more months?"

  Reagan kneels down on the floor of my office and wedges himself between my knees.

  "Exactly, Moll," he coos at me in his sultry voice that kinda makes me laugh but also kinda turns my girl parts to jelly, "it's only two months, if we got started now you wouldn't even be showing yet."

  His hands splay out over my abdomen and then he kisses my belly before laying his head in my lap.

  We opened the new shop at the end of August, using Spence's custom-built camper van as our flagship project before Spence took off on his new van life adventure.

  I started online college classes in September to get my bachelor's degree and to top it all off, Reagan and I set our wedding date for January first-- for 12:01 AM on January first!

  We're gonna send our best year ever off in style and ring in the new one with our big day. Err, night.

  We've been talking about kids from the beginning but ever since we set the date in stone, Reagan's been talking about kids a lot.

  It's a good thing he doesn't want to wait, because he's right, I won't be showing at only two months-- or almost four.

  "I'm just saying, Moll," he raises his head and gives me a wicked grin, "we did everything else backward, who's going to be disappointed?"

  His fingers trail between my knees and I see his eyes dart toward the door to my office.

  No one, that's who, and he knows it.

  "I locked the door on my way in," he informs me, those dimples making him look deceptively innocent, "everyone's out for lunch..."

  He's got my jeans unbuttoned and his fingers are under my shirt.

  It's not like I'm putting up much of a fight but then, I don't think I'm ever going to get to the point where I'd fight him off.

  Reagan has a way of making my panties wet with just the right look-- a look like he's giving me right now.

  "The crew is going to be back in less than an hour."

  It's not a protest, more of reminder that we have to do this quick and dirty.

  "So much for foreplay," he teases.

  We'll have all night for slow and tender, right now we come together in a hungry kiss while our hands are busy undressing ourselves and each other.

  Almost undress, at least.

  Reagan's company polo is on the floor of my office and my bra is unhooked but my blouse is still on.

  He backs me up to my desk till my ass is on the blotter, my legs around his waist and his mouth on my nipples while I get his belt undone. But this isn't our first rodeo in my new office and we know how this goes.

  I always swear I'm going to start wearing more dresses just so we can mix up our mid-day quickies, but today's another day I opted for my usual jeans and pretty soon they're around my ankles.

  My ass is in the air and I'm face down over my desk, begging Reagan to hurry up and fuck me because I don't want to wait.

  I hear his jeans hit the ground with a heavy clink of his belt buckle and his fingers find my dripping center as he leans over my back and purrs in my ear.

  "Fuck, Babe, you're so ready for me."

  The thick head of his cock splitting me apart as he enters me makes me whimper and even though we're pretty sure we're the only ones in the building, Reagan slides two of his fingers into my mouth to quiet me.

  Sucking his fingers while he fucks my pussy, I'm hanging onto the edge of my desk for dear life, trying not let the computer monitor get pushed off my desk.

  I'll have bruises on my thighs tomorrow morning from where my body is hitting the edge of my desk while he pounds me from behind but I'll love remembering how they got there. And then I'll get new ones in a few days.

  Reagan's thrusts are speeding up and his breathing is harsh.

  He's on the edge and knowing my man is about to spill inside me gets me so worked up that I'm already coming before his fingers slide around to fondle my clit.

  We come together in a rushed and hectic collection of grunts and sighs and collapse over my desk in a sweaty mess, laughing as we hurry to make ourselves decent before we're ready when we hear the bell in the front lobby indicating that someone's walked through the front door.

  "Ray?"

  The voice shouting for Reagan from outside my office door is unexpected.

  "Moll? You guys here?"

  "Shit!" Reagan doesn't quite have his shirt back on before the door to my office opens hesitantly.

  "You told me you locked it!" I swat at Reagan's hip from my chair.

  "Uh, oops?" Spencer grins at us knowingly as he raises his eyebrow at his brother's attempts to finish dressing.

  "What are you doing here?" I'm glad to see that Reagan's just as surprised to see his brother back in town as I am.


  "Got a job interview, dude," Spence answers, still giving us a grin.

  Reagan and I exchange a look.

  "Run that by me again, Bro?" he casually tucks his shirt in while we wait for Spencer to explain.

  "Job. You know? One of those things you go to in exchange for money?"

  "Yeah, I'm familiar with the concept, but what about your big 'hashtag vanlife' Baja adventure? We just spent all summer working our asses off on that build and you lived in it for like two months man, what the fuck?"

  "Sold the van, man," Spence shares his brother's dimple but his grin is nowhere near as cute.

  "You sold the van?" Reagan to Spence.

  "Yup. Needed the money to get my own place..."

  "Your own place?

  "Well, I got to thinking, Ray. I went to college all those years and worked hard for my degree in something I'm really good at thinking I was going to help build sustainable communities for the future."

  "And make good money doing it," Reagan says

  "Exactly, bro, I mean-- what am I gonna do when I meet a woman? She's not going to want to shack up with an unemployed waiter that lives in a van. She's going to want a responsible man that can provide for her and our kids. She's not going to want to give up her clothes and her makeup and the stuff that makes her feel good about herself, she's going to need a guy who promises her a secure future-- and can deliver.

  "I need to get my shit together so I can be that guy for her, you know?"

  Reagan turns and gives me a look and I know exactly what he's thinking.

  "Cool," Reagan shrugs and I don't have much to say so I shrug too, "so you coming over for dinner so you can tell us more?"

  Spence gives it some thought for about a second and breaks into that winning Price boy grin again, "Sure thing, I'll be there at seven. Got a lot to share with you guys."

  Spencer gives us a little "tsk tsk" and a wink before he shuts my office door and we hear the bell out front indicate he's left the building again.

  "Speaking of a lot to share," I say as soon as we're alone again, "I guess dinner isn't going to be the intimate occasion I was expecting after all so maybe I should tell you now."