by Crowne, KC
“I’m looking for Christopher,” I said, my voice not sounding like my own.
“Oh. He went out.” Her cheeks were bright pink, and she didn’t look me in the eye.
“Again?”
She nodded. “It’s really ok. I don’t need him to babysit me. I’m perfectly fine hanging out here and…” she trailed off, her gaze pulling from mine.
I nodded.
I needed to leave. I should have turned and walked out the door, never looking back. They were leaving the next day, and I’d never see Molly again.
The thought bothered me more than it should’ve.
Instead of leaving, I stood next to the bed and thought about how good it had felt to be buried inside her, to feel her body writhing under me. Her voice so beautiful as it cried out my name.
I adjusted my jeans, trying to hide the erection as well as trying to relieve the pressure of it pressed against the zipper.
“Is there something else?” Molly asked, finally lifting her head and looking me in the eye.
My heart stopped. Her hair fell over her shoulders, strands covering her face from view - her beautiful, sweet face.
“I just—” I found myself at a loss for words. “I guess, I wanted to say goodbye.”
“Oh, but we’ll be saying goodbye tomorrow with everyone else,” she said softly.
“I know, but I wanted to say it to you, too. After everything that happened, I thought… well, I don’t know what I thought.”
That pulled a soft giggle from her mouth, and my heart swelled.
Dammit, Silas, leave the fucking bedroom already.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I blurted before I had the decency to think over what I was saying.
Her eyes widened, and she rose from the bed across from me. I thought maybe she was trying to put distance between us, but she walked around and toward me.
“I can’t stop thinking of you either,” she confessed. “And I know it’s wrong, but this is my last night here and—”
She didn’t even have to ask.
I knew it was wrong, and I knew I should’ve been more in control. But having Molly standing there in front of me was like nothing else. I could feel my walls coming down, my desire for her beyond compare.
What was this woman doing to me? How had I gone for so long without feeling the way I did at that moment?
I closed the distance and wrapped my arms around her, my lips finding hers as easily as they had the first time.
Her hands moved through my hair, fingernails lightly scraping my scalp as we kissed. I carried her to the bed and sat her down on it, then I fell to my knees in front of her. I was drunk on her scent, on her taste, and nothing could stop me. I kissed down her jawline, to her neck, nibbling her soft flesh as she trembled.
There was no way she could leave without me tasting her - truly tasting her.
I nudged her back onto the bed and stripped her tiny silk shorts off. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She was shaved mostly smooth with only a tuft of soft, blonde hair at the top. I ran a finger over her lips, teasing them before parting them.
She spread her thighs, inviting me as she watched, biting her lip and staring at me with those big doe eyes.
I dove between her legs, my tongue finding the magic spot instantly. Her entire body spasmed, her back arching upward as she groaned. I grabbed her ass, pulling her to me, wanting to bury my face in her sweetness.
She was so wet, so warm, so delicious.
I circled her clit and explored every inch of her, trying to memorize her skin, and discovering exactly what made her react.
Her hands were on my head again, pressing me into her. Her legs were over my shoulders, her heels digging into my back. She writhed and squirmed, her soft moans causing my erection to throb in my jeans. I feared I might explode long before I got a chance to be inside her again, and what a shame that would be.
“Silas, yes,” she whimpered. “I’m about to…”
She never finished that sentence. Her words broke off into moans as she came, crying out as her body reacted to my mouth. I could feel her pussy spasming around my tongue and imagined it wrapped around my cock - milking me for everything I had.
Molly relaxed onto the bed, pulling at my hair. “Come here,” she begged. “Please.”
I stood and removed my pants, dropping them to the floor.
“Shirt too,” she ordered. She sat upright and pulled the silk tank top off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, as I suspected. Her breasts were plump and round, nipples pink and erect.
I didn’t think it was possible to get harder than I was, but I was wrong.
I ripped my shirt off and joined her in bed, and our bodies wrapped around each other. I found her opening, my erection rubbing against her wetness. She grabbed it in her tiny hands, guiding it into her as I hovered above her. I thrust into her, and I thought I was going to lose all control the instant her tightness wrapped around me.
I froze like that, getting used to the sensation. Damn, how could she be so tight?
I rocked back and forth, thrusting into her as I kissed every inch of her face and neck. My hands groped at her breasts, and I wanted to see more of her - I wanted to kiss them, suck them.
I rolled us over in one swift movement, as she squealed in surprise. She was now situated on top of me.
“Sit up so I can see all of you,” I growled. “I want to watch you ride me.”
She rose and moved back and forth, slowly at first. She seemed to be unsure of what she was doing, but soon found a rhythm that seemed to work for her - grinding her pussy against me.
Taking her nipple between my lips, I sucked gently. She let out a gasp, throwing her head back. “Oh God…”
She began riding me harder and faster. I grabbed onto her ass and helped her move up and down on top of me, never taking my mouth from her nipple.
She cried out, her body flailing. Her breast fell from my lips, but I kept up the rhythm. “Come for me, Molly,” I demanded.
Her words were almost indecipherable. “I—I am.”
I didn’t even care if someone heard us - I wanted to make her scream so fucking loud. And she did. Her head fell forward, and she buried her face in the crook of my neck as she came, her pussy spasming around my cock and pushing me over the edge.
Watching her orgasm was too much for me, and I exploded inside her. Molly collapsed on top of me, her body as limp as a ragdoll. For a moment, I thought she had fallen asleep, but then she let out a soft chuckle.
“Wow,” she mumbled.
“Yeah, wow,” I said, stroking the hair from her face. I wanted to stare into those beautiful blue eyes. Tonight would be the last night we’d ever be together, and I wanted to appreciate her.
She rolled off me, lying beside me. I turned to my side and wrapped my arms around her. I knew I should get out of there; I should leave before Christopher came back - but it was impossible to pull myself away.
She felt so perfect in my arms, and I just wanted to hold her.
To protect her.
To cherish her.
Molly
“Ugh, he’s going to be here soon,” I said, checking the message that had just popped up. It was Christopher telling me he was on his way back and that he had good news to share with me. I left the last part out, for obvious reasons. I didn’t want his dad asking questions about what kind of news.
“I should probably leave, huh?” Silas asked.
His hazel eyes were so soft, so sincere. I almost couldn’t believe this was the same man I’d met on the first day here. He’d seemed like such a brash jerk that day, but the way he looked at me now caused my heart to thunder in my chest.
I had always wanted someone to look at me like that.
“Yes, probably so. Unless you want your son to catch us together,” I said, cringing. “Which, let’s face it, would not be a good idea.”
“No, I suppose it wouldn’t,” he said, a darkness moving through his eyes.
“Yo
u’re regretting this now, aren’t you?”
He looked at me again, the feeling of warmth returning to his gaze. “I don’t know Molly. I regret that we have to lie about it. I don’t like lyin’.”
“Me neither,” I said, biting my lower lip. I pulled myself out of his arms, even though it was difficult. I slipped free and stood up, searching the floor for my pajamas. “But we won’t see each other again after tomorrow, so what does it matter?”
Silas reached out, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close. I tried to hide the tears welling in my eyes, but he lifted my chin and forced me to look into his eyes.
“I’m sorry it has to be this way, Molly, but we both know you belong in New York, and that’s no place for a man like me. So it’s for the best, no matter how you slice it.”
“I know.”
“I don’t like it any more than you do,” he said, his voice sincere.
I nodded, leaning forward and pressing my forehead against his. There were so many emotions coursing through my body that it made me feel raw - like my skin was pulled away, leaving me open and vulnerable.
But I told myself it was normal considering I’d given this man my virginity.
Silas stood from the bed and kissed me one last time - his lips lingering on mine for a long moment.
“Go,” I urged. “He’ll be here any minute.”
I quickly gathered my pajamas and slipped them back on. Silas threw on his clothes and I pushed him toward the door. Watching him step out of it, my heart broke into a million pieces.
I didn’t want him to go.
He glanced back at me, and I could tell he didn’t want to go.
But he had to.
He closed the door behind him, and I fell onto the bed, burying my face into a pillow.
It was barely a few minutes later that Christopher entered, talking a million miles an hour before he’d even shut the door behind him.
“So Tyler and I are official! I’m finally settling down with one person. Hard to believe, isn’t it?”
“That’s great, Christopher. I’m so happy for you.” And I was. I meant it. I was happy for him.
He sat down on the bed and kept talking. “We’re going to try the long-distance thing, because there’s no way I could leave the city - and you - behind.” He stopped as he looked at me, his brows drawing together. “Hey, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I lied, not looking at him. I didn’t want him to see the tears staining my cheeks.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m just tired.”
“Will it bother you if I gush over Tyler for a bit? Because I’m feeling so giddy right now.”
I knew that feeling all too well.
I nodded, pushing all thoughts of Silas out of my head. Christopher was happy, and I was happy for him. I tried to focus on that.
Ooo000ooo
“Is Christopher coming down?” Mama G asked me as I stepped into the dining room for breakfast.
The entire crew was there - including Silas. Our eyes met and I couldn’t help but smile, hoping no one would notice the way he looked at me. It was only a quick glance, but I saw the heat in his eyes, and it caused a warmth to rush to my cheeks and a wetness in my panties. I quickly looked away.
“Uh, no, he left before I got up. Told me he was meeting a friend for breakfast.” He was meeting Tyler, of course. And I had a feeling they were doing a lot more than eating breakfast right now.
“What a shame. I made a special breakfast just for him since it was his last morning here.”
I’d thought about not coming down myself. But after the last week, I felt at home here. I also thought it would be a bit rude to not attend a breakfast that Mama G had made, anticipating that it would be our last meal here before we headed off to the airport.
“I’m sorry,” was all I could say. “He’ll be back in time to say goodbye, though.”
“He was never one to hang around the house longer than he needed to,” Wyatt noted.
Travis shook his head in agreement. “Nope. He sure wasn’t.”
Chance reached over to the platter in the center of the table. “More bacon for me!”
I’d tried to tell Christopher that he should stay and spend a little time with his family before we left, but he’d scoffed at the idea. He was too far into the honeymoon stage with Tyler to think about spending time with anyone else. He reminded me that this was the last time they’d see each other for a while too, and that nothing should stand in the way of love.
I didn’t think he’d feel the same way if I fell for his dad, but there was no chance of us falling in love anyway, so I didn’t think about it too much.
I was leaving, and unless Christopher asked me to come back with him at some point, there was not much chance of me seeing Silas again. I think even if he did ask, it would be in my best interest to reject the idea. Maybe I’d find myself a nice man in the city, someone I could marry and start a family with - giving me the life I always imagined for myself.
I sipped the orange juice and helped myself to some food as it was passed around.
“I’m going to miss your biscuits and gravy, Mama G,” I said, loading up on the delicious gravy, giving no thought to my waistline.
“I can give you the recipe, dear. I gave it to Christopher years ago, but I know that boy doesn’t cook.”
“No, he doesn’t,” I chuckled. “And I’d love that.”
“The secret is using bacon along with sausage,” she said with a bright smile. “It sets it apart from regular sausage gravy.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had good sausage gravy to compare it to, but whatever you do, it works.”
“I wouldn’t even try it, Molly. She might give you the recipe, but it’s never gonna taste as good as when she makes it. Her special ingredient is Mama G love,” Travis chimed in.
“Kiss ass,” Chance mumbled.
“Bite me,” Travis said, slapping Chance playfully on the back of the head.
“Language, boys,” both Mama G and Wyatt chimed in together.
I was trying to keep my mind off Silas, and the banter among the family helped a bit. I wanted to avoid talking to him, looking at him. I knew that if I did, packing my stuff and leaving would be even harder than it was already going to be. I felt like I’d shared a lifetime of experiences with the man in the past week and I didn’t need leaving to be any more difficult.
I stared at my plate and ate in mostly silence, talking to Mama G and trying not to look at Silas.
The front door opened and slammed shut, signaling that Christopher was back. He didn’t come into the dining room, instead running up the stairs.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, scooting from my seat. I excused myself and went up to his room, wondering if something might be wrong. But when I got up there, I found him grinning happily.
“Tyler and I are planning a trip together, to Vegas, in a couple months,” he blurted out. “I’m so excited. I’ve never gone on vacation with anyone before.”
But I had other things on my mind.
“Maybe you should join us for breakfast?”
“I’m not hungry,” he said. “So many butterflies in my stomach there’s no room for food. I’m just over-the-moon for Tyler, can’t get enough of him. I don’t want to leave, but there’s no way I could stay here. Waiting until Vegas to see him again is going to be so hard.” He fell back on the bed with a dramatic sigh.
“That’s great, Christopher, I’m happy for you,” I said slowly. “But I think you should really join us for the breakfast. Mama G made—”
“I’ll say goodbye to everyone before we leave. Let me just have my moment.”
Right then and there I decided I’d had just about enough of his selfishness. “You’ve had plenty of moments, Christopher. Ever since we got here. You’ve been out with Tyler or talking about him nonstop, and I get it, I do, - you’re excited - but your grandmother made a special breakfast for you, and I think it’s ru
de not to at least go downstairs and talk to her.”
I clenched my teeth together, resisting the urge to say something I’d regret. I understood the excitement he was feeling - I understood more than he probably realized. I felt very similar whenever I thought about Silas. But I was also an adult that knew I still had to respect other people.
Christopher’s face fell. He looked stunned that I had told him off. I didn’t have to do it often, but when someone was being an ass, I called them out on it. And Christopher was acting like a selfish asshole.
He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me, and I couldn’t read the emotions on his face.
“I just think when someone does something nice for you, you should show some appreciation. Now, I’m going back downstairs and enjoy the delicious breakfast that your grandma made for us. I really hope you join me.”
Yes, Christopher was my best friend. He’d been there for me so many times, I lost track. But there were many times where he was self-absorbed and made everything about himself. And when he got like that, the only way to pull him out of it was to speak up and tell him to get his head out of his ass.
I went back downstairs and tried to regain my composure before I sat back down at the table.
“Everything okay?” Mama G asked, cocking her eyebrow.
“Oh yes, it’s fine,” I said with a smile. “I’d love some more biscuits and gravy if there’s enough left over?”
Mama G passed the plate. “Of course, dear. It’s my goal to fatten you up before you leave, you know.” She chuckled, and it was such a sweet sound.
His family wasn’t perfect by any means, but Christopher couldn’t get over the past - the fact that they were different than him. He’d painted his family as being this terrible, close-minded bunch of jerks, but they were nothing like that. Not even his father was as bad as he’d made him sound.
Silas caught my eye; he was watching me carefully. We shared a look - a serious one this time. Without even saying a word, we commiserated over how difficult Christopher could be sometimes.
“Good morning!” Christopher’s voice surprised me. “I’m sorry I’m late, Grandma G. Everything smells delightful.”