“Ah, I see things worked out,” Cody snickers.
For fuck sake. “Cody. Time for you to move out,” I growl, mostly ignoring his presence in the kitchen.
“Hi, Cody!” Molly squeals over my shoulder as I carry her up the stairs.
“Give him hell Mol!” Cody yells back.
Yeah, it’s really time for the little bro to leave the nest and get his own place. This thing with Molly and me? This is my future. I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman, I want her in my bed every night and tiny babies running around us. Cody needs to find his own happy ending and get out of my house.
At the end of the hallway, I tuck us both inside the confines of my room and lock the door, blocking out the rest of the world. I’ll deal with Cody later.
Setting Molly on her feet, I take a deep breath and step back, so I can take her all in. An idea comes to mind as she pulls her hair back over her shoulders.
I take a seat in the lounge chair over in the corner of my room and lean back. “Will you strip for me, Molly?”
Her face flushes once again, and her hands drop to the bottom of her shirt, inching the fabric up a little at a time. “Like this?” She bites her lip and bats her eyes.
“Just like that, baby,” I groan and squeeze my dick through the fabric of my jeans.
Molly begins to dance slowly, slipping the burgundy shirt over her head, exposing the sexy black bra beneath it. She moves her hands down her stomach and pops the button on her blue jeans. Tucking her thumbs into the sides, she slowly works the painted-on denim down her legs revealing a matching black thong.
I undo my own pants and free myself, stroking my cock slowly as I continue to watch her slip out of her black Converse shoes and jeans.
“Come here.”
She obeys and approaches me dangerously slow. When she’s finally near me, I spread my legs further and sit up, tugging her to me and kissing her exposed flesh. Slipping my fingers inside her panties, she lets out a moan and arches back.
“Oh, God.”
“You like that?” I ask as I rub the sensitive flesh between her legs.
“Mmm.”
“You’re soaked. My dirty girl. That’s why your thighs kept clenching against me on the way home. Isn’t it Molly?”
“Yes!” she screams and rocks against my palm as I dip two fingers inside her.
“Do you see how hard you’ve made me? Knowing you got off on the back of my bike?” I kiss along her stomach and withdraw my fingers so that I can rid the black fabric from her body.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who enjoyed it.” Molly gives me a sly smile.
“Take your panties off for me.”
Again, she does as I’ve asked. When she moves back over to me, her pussy bared for me, it’s then that I notice a tiny line across the very bottom of her stomach. Instinctively I run a finger across the faded scar. Molly tenses, letting out a pained sigh and cluing me into the fact that this scar means something.
“What is it?” I ask gently, worried that if I push too hard, she’ll shut down.
“There is one more thing we should talk about,” her voice cracks.
Instinctively wanting to protect her, I wrap my arms around her and cuddle her into my lap. “Talk to me. I’m listening.”
It takes her a minute before she speaks again. When she does, the pain in her voice nearly destroys me. “Remember after the takedown? We were in the bath together, and we started to have a conversation about condoms and all that?”
“Yeah Mol, I haven’t forgotten.”
“Cole, I...I can’t get pregnant.” A single tear rolls down her cheek.
“Shit. Molly, I’m so sorry baby.” That was not the confession I was expecting.
“I’ve come to terms with it. I’ve got one bum ovary that never works right, and I’m on birth control to supplement the lack of hormones from losing the other ovary thanks to endometriosis and a really high cancer risk. There was months of genetic testing and a whole lot of hard decisions that I had to make back then. That was my sabbatical.”
“Fuck. I had no idea, here I dreamt up some wild story of you on the beach in a bikini with a bunch of friends.”
She gives me a meek grin. “Nope, I spent my time recovering from surgery. The guy I was with at the time, broke up with me shortly after that. He couldn’t handle the thought that I’d never be able to give him a biological child. The asshole never even took a chance to do the research. I have options. I harvested my own eggs in case somewhere down the line I met someone, and we wanted to go that route. I accepted my fate. He couldn’t.”
“That guy never deserved you. Molly, I could care less about your ability to have children. You, your health and having you in my life is what matters to me. The rest is an added bonus.” I mean every word that is coming out of my mouth. Loving Molly may not be the easiest thing I’ve ever done, but it’s damn sure the best thing.
Molly wraps her arms around my neck. “I might just be in love with you, Cole Davenport.”
“Good damn thing, because I know I’m in love with you, baby.”
“Sorry for killing the mood.” Molly sobers once more.
Tilting my hips upward, my length presses against her. “Does that feel like you’ve killed the mood?”
“Only you.” She smiles at me and shifts her body so that she’s straddling my hips. “I think you need to take this shirt off.”
“Do I?” I look down at the teal button-down shirt I wore today, expecting to watch Molly’s fingers unbutton it.
“Mmhm. I think, maybe, I want to watch you undress.”
“You’re not getting a strip tease from me,” I tell her as I fumble with the damn buttons, cursing the fact that this was the only shirt I had at the office to wear.
“That’s a shame.” She slides off my lap and saunters over to my bed. Propping herself in the middle, against my pillows, she runs a hand down her torso and slips her own fingers between her legs. “I really wanted to watch and see what you were made of.”
“You’re playing with fire,” I warn her as I stand quickly and tear the clothing from my body. Forget finesse and taking it slow. If she’s going to handle it this way, then I’ll give her exactly what she wants.
She closes her eyes and lets out a moan, spreading her legs wider so I can see exactly what she’s doing to herself as I move onto the foot of the bed.
“I wanted to take this slow,” I tell her as I run my hands up her legs. “You’re testing my restraint here.”
“Mmm,” she sighs and moves her fingers faster. “We have a lifetime to take things slow.”
“Goddamn Molly, you’re so fucking hot.” I’ve got to squeeze myself to keep from blowing all over her just from watching her pleasure herself.
“You like watching me?”
Kissing up her body to her lips, I grumble, “Oh, I love watching you, but I love fucking your pussy more.”
“What are you waiting for?” she challenges.
Leaning back, I run my cock along her slit before nudging myself at her entrance. “You want this?”
“Cole,” she groans.
Looking down at the sight of my cock nestled between her legs while she plays with her clit makes my cock grow even harder as I slid inside her. “So. Damn. Tight.”
I have to pause once she’s taken all of me if not this is going to end way too soon. “Lean up,” I encourage her. Taking her hand away draws a frustrated groan from her lips as I drag her bra down her arms, exposing her gorgeous tits. With her bra out of the way, I pin her arms above her head and pay attention to the tiny pink buds, begging to be sucked on.
With each nip and tug, Molly wiggles beneath me, until I begin to slowly roll my hips. “Cole,” my name tumbles breathlessly from her lips. “More, please.”
Happy to comply with her request, I move her legs up on to my shoulders and lean down, quickening my pace.
“Holy fuck. Oh God, oh God. COLE!” Molly’s fingers dig into my arms as
I thrust inside her.
“Let go, baby.”
Her screams of pleasure echo around us as her pleasure takes hold. I pick up the pace, slipping a hand between us to touch her sensitive flesh and pull one more orgasm from her. Her body trembles as another wave hits and I bottom out inside her, both of us tumbling over the edge, this time together.
My eyes are fixed on her as she slowly flutters back to me.
“Wow.”
“That good?”
“Oh, I’m sure you do not need me to stroke your ego. Not with moves like that.” Molly leans up and kisses my lips.
“It’s never my ego that needs stroking.” I roll my hips again; my cock is still hard inside her.
“That can’t be normal.”
“I’ll let you rest. But, I’m not done with you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Molly
“So. When are you planning on moving in?” Cody asks me over a cup of coffee a few weeks later.
I’m currently sitting at the kitchen counter with my own cup of coffee and a bagel, dressed in one of Cole’s shirts and a pair of his shorts.
“A little soon for that, don’t you think?”
“I figured, if he’s kicking me out, you must be moving in,” Cody laughs.
“He’s not really kicking you out. He was merely having a dramatic moment.”
Speaking of the devil, Cole comes down the steps and enters the kitchen in a pair of shorts with his running shoes on.
“I really am kicking him out,” he says. Clearly, he overheard the conversation. “We talked last night after you fell asleep. Time for Cody to find his own place. Spread his wings and fly.”
“Cole!” I gasp. “I can’t believe you.”
“Relax, Molly. Cody’s already been looking at houses for months now. He’s tired of living with his big brother.” Cole locks Cody in a headlock and rubs the top of his head. “Right, little brother?”
“Get the fuck off me you dork.” Cody elbows Cole in the stomach. “He’s right though. I’ve been planning on moving. He didn’t actually kick me out, as much as he wants to believe that nonsense.”
“Whatever, I’m going for a run, I’ll be back.” Cole kisses me hastily on the cheek and disappears again.
Cody makes his own breakfast then joins me on one of the barstools at the counter, I lean my head on his shoulder and sigh. “I think I kinda love the guy.”
“Figured that out finally, did ya?” he chuckles.
“Like we all didn’t already know.” I sigh and roll my eyes.
“Truth. Man, by this time next year, you might be my sister in law,” Cody jokes as the door open and Cole walks back in.
“You’ll be lucky if I wait a year.” He winks at us.
“Jesus. I don’t think you know the meaning of taking it slow,” I tell Cole. “Uhm and didn’t you say you were going for a run?”
“Change of plans, it started raining. I’m going to shower, meet me upstairs?”
“Yep, I think I’m going to go back to bed for a while, you have fun with that.” Cody points at Cole.
The minute I know Cole’s out of earshot I grab Cody’s arm stopping him from running off. “Do you think, we’re moving too fast?”
It’s not that I’m having doubts exactly. Things are moving at the speed of sound around here though.
“Does it feel right to you?”
I think for a second, it does. Mostly. “Yes. It feels, natural.”
Cody smiles. “Then trust that. Trust yourself and the big oaf who’s probably about to come back down the steps and kidnap you.”
“Thank you. For having my back.” I give him a hug. Cody has always looked out for me. I know Cole has too but as a friend, more like family, Cody’s always had my back.
“Always, now go. Really.” Cody spins me in the direction of the steps and gives me a gentle shove.
Cole is already in the shower when I walk in his room.
Stripping out of my clothes, I take a minute to watch him. I love everything about this man. The light brownish blonde hair that dusts his chest and leads a trail down to his full cock, accenting his beautifully sculpted abs along the way. The week-old stubble he’s sporting on his face. Those piercing blue eyes that seem to sparkle whenever they’re focused on me. Like they are right now, while he strokes himself, taunting me.
There’s so much about him that I’ve already begun to crave.
As I step into the shower, Cole asks, “You ready for me?” as he leans in and steals a kiss.
“Always.”
He lets out a growl and spins me around, pressing me into the shower tile. “Spread your legs, baby.”
Obeying his command, I widen my stance and let out a gasp as he rubs his cock between my legs.
“So, fucking wet.” He wraps my hair in his fist and pulls my head back, exposing my neck that he nips at as he slides inside me.
With his other hand between my legs, I begin to quiver under his touch, already balancing on the edge of an explosion. “Cole!”
“Something you want, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, please,” I beg as he pounds into me from behind.
“That’s it, Mol. You like that?”
“Yes. Oh God, Cole!”
Both of his hands cup my breasts, squeezing my nipples as light flashes behind my eyes and my orgasm takes hold. My hands smack against the shower wall, and my legs threaten to give out under me.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So. Damn. Good.” Each word is punctuated by another hard thrust that prolongs the feeling of ecstasy within me.
One final thrust and Cole collapses against me, his body trembling against mine. “You’re so fucking perfect baby.” He traces a finger down my spine then gives me a smack on the ass. “Now. Let’s get you cleaned up, so I can make you dirty again.”
He makes good on his promise, washing my body from head to toe and making sure that I stay amped up and ready to go. Once we’ve both washed the soap from our bodies, he dries us both off and carries me into the bedroom before he lays me on the bed and nestles between my legs again.
“You know, I think I really like having you here.” Cole nuzzles against my neck as I button up my shirt a short while later. “Making love to you until we both fall asleep.” His hands slide down the front of my body. “Waking up next to you. Being able to have my wicked way with you whenever I want.”
When he cups my sex, I moan. There is no denying this man. It doesn’t matter that he already took me in the shower or that he just finished fucking me on the bed.
“You know we have a meeting in an hour?” It’s the only defense I have if I don’t want either of us to be late.
“I can be quick.”
“I’m already dressed. Last time you said you would be quick, you literally ripped everything off me, and we were late.” I would love nothing more than one more round with Cole before work, but I’d also love to be able to walk into work. Something that may be a problem if he keeps this up.
“Failing to see a problem with that.”
“You’re incorrigible, Cole. Really.” I turn around and face him, my arms on his chest. “Later. I promise.”
~*~
After our meeting with one of our high-profile clients, the rest of the day seems to fly by. I’m busy with scheduling all of Johnny Bluejeans’ new requests while Cole works on the payroll.
About an hour before quitting time, Cole’s direct line rings and I watch out of the corner of my eyes as he gets up and closes his office door. Whoever it is keeps him tied up until I’m almost ready to walk out the door. A real pain in the ass considering I’m ready to leave and he was my ride in today.
Cody has just joined me up front, and I’m about to ask him for a ride back to my place when Cole finally emerges.
“Good, you’re both here,” Cole says as he leans against my desk. “Cody, did you handle your phone call?”
Cody smiles at me then looks at Cole. “I did.”
Cole
nods. “Something you need to tell us, Molly?”
My eyes dart between the two of them while I try to figure out what the hell they’re talking about. “Uhm. No? Is there something the two of you want to discuss with me?”
“Sure is.” Cole cracks the smallest of grins but gives nothing away. “Someone called me a little bit ago to talk about one of my employees.”
“Okay? Is something up with one of the technicians? Did someone’s background check not go through? We’ve only got one new guy who’s interested in a job, is there a problem with him?” I ask, genuinely confused about what’s going on.
“Nope,” Cody supplies. “I think what Cole’s trying to get at is that you failed to mention something to us, Mol.”
“What? I haven’t forgotten to mention...” Then it hits me. The job applications. I had forgotten all about them because of everything that’s been going on lately. “I’m sorry?” I wince. “You both know, this was only meant to be temporary for me.”
“We do,” they both say in unison.
“And any minute someone’s going to ask to be buzzed in, and he’s going to want to talk to you,” Cole finishes.
Chapter Nineteen
Cole
I ran around the entire neighborhood twice, punched the punching bag in the workout room for over half an hour and I’ve taken a cold shower. Yet I still can’t get my shit together. I know Molly’s sitting at some fancy restaurant right now while Hunter, formerly known as Dallas during the sting operation, is wooing her and trying to take away one of my best employees. An employee that my stupid ass willing gave a glowing recommendation for and told him they would be damn lucky to have. I’ve brought every ounce of this torture on myself.
She’s better off with an agency like the DEA; she fucking earned it and then some. Hell, I knew when I hired her that’s what she really wanted, and that Cole Security would likely only be a map dot on her way to her dreams. And I never ever had any intentions of stopping her from chasing those dreams. I still don’t. In fact, I’ll be the first damn one ready to congratulate her when she hands in her resignation. That sure as shit does not mean I have to like it.
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