I couldn’t hold it in. I blurted out the whole sordid tale. By the time I was done, Chance wasn’t laughing. He looked like he had been there with me and was suffering right along with me. He didn’t protest when I left, just nodded and ran his hand through his hair.
I rushed off to my room and showered. I had to get the day off me. I laid in bed and thought of absolutely anything to get my mind off what I had seen and done today. A message pinged on my phone, but when I saw that it was from Molly, I rolled over and tried to forget that too. The last thing I needed was crazy on top of crazy. But the more I laid there, the more I thought that Molly was exactly what I needed right now. I snatched the phone off the nightstand and pulled up her message. But seeing what she wrote didn’t calm me down. It fucking pissed me off.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Molly
Friday
When a sound disturbed me some time in the night, I stretched and remembered my guest on my couch. What I wasn’t expecting to wake up to was Tony standing above me with a scowl on his face.
“Tony? What time is it?”
“Five in the morning,” he growled.
“Oh.” I rubbed at my eyes and sat up. “So, what are you doing here?”
“Well, when you left a voicemail for me that there was a stranger sleeping on your couch, I rushed over because there’s no fucking way in hell I could sleep knowing that you had let a stranger stay with you for the night!”
I brushed the covers off me and stood, stretching up to kiss him on the lips. He looked at me strangely, but didn’t back up. “It’s fine. He was drunk and upset over his girlfriend. He just needed a place to crash for the night. Is he still out there?”
“Is he still out there? That’s the question you go with? Not wondering if you gave me a fucking heart attack or if it was even fucking safe to bring this guy home?”
I shrugged. “Tony, it was safe. I’m sure of it. The guy was just sad and didn’t want to go back to his place. His girlfriend lived there with him, from what I gathered. Could you imagine going back to where your girlfriend lived with you after she died?”
He gave me a hard stare, but I could tell I had gotten through. I pushed past him to head into the living room. Tony stumbled behind me , crashing into the wall.
“Watch out for my shoes,” I called over my shoulder. When I got to the living room, I was disappointed to see that the man was already gone. He had neatly folded the blanket I had laid on top of him last night and he had even tidied up my living room. All the clothes that were laying around were in one neat pile and all my extra crap that had just been tossed wherever was stacked neatly on the coffee table. He had even taken my shoes and lined them up in the hall. That was nice of him.
“Darn it. I was hoping he would be here so I could get his name.”
“You didn’t even know his name?” Tony said incredulously.
“Relax. He was harmless.”
Tony’s mouth dropped open and then closed and then he tried to speak, but nothing came out. Finally, he burst wide open. It was hard to keep a straight face. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Seriously, are you delusional or do you just not give a shit that you’re putting yourself in danger?”
“What danger? The man was so drunk that he wouldn’t have been able to mount me, let alone grab a knife and butcher me.”
That must have been the wrong thing to say, because Tony’s face went hard and his whole body turned rigid. “You don’t know jack shit about what could have happened.”
“Tony, the guy cleaned up after me. He folded my blanket and he lined up my shoes. That does not scream serial killer to me.”
“I don’t care if he did your fucking dishes. You have no fucking clue who that guy was.”
“Do you think he did my dishes? Because that would be really awesome.”
I tried to walk around him to check, but he grabbed me by the arms and jerked me to a stop. “I’m fucking serious right now. Don’t ever fucking do that again.”
My face softened at his tone, and I just couldn’t argue with him anymore. It was so clear that this was not something he would tolerate from me. And given what I knew about him, I couldn’t say that I blamed him.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. It was thoughtless of me to make you worry like that. I swear, it won’t happen again.”
Some of the anger seemed to deflate from him and he finally released me. “Do you know anything else about him?”
“No.”
He shook his head and scoffed. “If you see him again, I want you to take a picture for me.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s stayed with you. He knows where you live. I need to know if he’s going to be a problem. And until I’m sure he’s not, I’ll be staying here with you.”
My face lit up. This was so exciting. My boyfriend was moving in with me.
“You lock the doors whenever you’re home and you don’t let anyone inside, no matter what. And if you feel like something’s off, you call me immediately. Are we clear?”
I nodded happily. “Of course.”
“Good.” He sighed heavily and rubbed at his face. “I’m gonna get some sleep. What time do you work today?”
“Not until the lunch shift.”
He nodded and headed for the bedroom. He was going to sleep in my bed. Butterflies flew in a wild storm around my stomach. This was so amazing and moving so much faster than I had anticipated. Everything was falling into place just like I had hoped. I followed him back there, unable to resist. If he was going to lay down, I was going to lay down with him. I could watch him sleep.
“What are you doing?” he asked when I followed him into the bedroom.
“I’m laying down with you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to bed and I can lay down with you.”
Was there really a question to this? It sounded pretty self-explanatory to me. Boyfriend comes over, girlfriend spends time with him…Yep, that sounded pretty normal to me. And watching him sleep was not something I had any issues with. In fact, I loved to watch men sleep. It was something about them being vulnerable that made me feel like I was finally getting a hint of who they were.
He laid down on the bed, not bothering to remove his pants, which was very sad for me. I would have liked to have seen his cock again. This was going on day two of no cock and I wasn’t gonna lie, I was horny and in need. When he closed his eyes, I laid down beside him and stared at him.
“You’re staring at me,” he mumbled.
“Uh-huh.”
“Why are you staring at me?”
“Because I like to.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Too bad,” I grinned. “You’re going to sleep. You can’t stop me from staring at you.”
He huffed, but kept his eyes closed. I slowly let my gaze wander down his body. He was wearing a black shirt and some kind of camo pants. He even still had his boots on. It was so sexy. I bit my lip as I checked to see if he was still awake. His chest was slowly rising and falling, so this seemed like a good time to do some exploring. I very lightly slid my hand over his stomach and down to his zipper. I felt the bulge in his pants grow slightly as I started pulling the zipper down.
Glancing up, I saw that his eyes were still closed, so I continued. I flicked the button on his pants and pulled his shirt out of the waistband carefully. He had a thin trail of hair that led up to his belly button. As I raised his shirt higher, I whimpered slightly. I would say it wasn’t fair, but it was very fair. This man was so sexy and he was all mine.
“If you’re gonna undress me, there’d better be a blowjob in it for me,” he grumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes. I grinned and very happily got to work pulling him out of his boxers. His erection grew hard in my hand and I bent over his body, taking his hard length in my mouth. I felt his fingers slide into my hair and took him even deeper. I was never good at deepthroating, but I loved the idea of it. I wanted him to shove his c
ock so deep in my mouth that I gagged. I wanted him to take control and fuck my mouth so hard that my throat hurt.
He groaned and his fingers tightened in my hair. I pulled back, panting and needing more.
“Are you gonna fuck my mouth,” I asked. His eyes flew open and landed on me. I jerked his cock in my hand, running my hand up and down the smooth skin. I wasn’t at all experienced with any of this, but I figured that everything I had done so far with him had worked out well for me. So, as weird as it all was, I was going to continue down that road and see where it led me.
“You want that?”
“I want you to fuck my mouth so hard I gag. I want you to bottom out inside my mouth and fuck me so hard it hurts.”
His hips jerked and his eyes darkened, but I could tell that he wasn’t used to this. It wasn’t necessarily my thing either, but that was part of the fun in exploring a new relationship. Everything was new and exciting.
I swallowed him whole again, but he still wouldn’t take control. I slid off him and pulled on his hand, yanking him out of bed. I dragged him over to me as I slammed my own body against the wall, pulling him tight against me. I slammed my mouth against his as I gripped his cock and started fucking him with my hand. I begged and pleaded in my head for him to just take over, but he wouldn’t, not in the way I wanted.
I slid down the wall to my knees, pressing my feet up against the wall. Gripping him by the hips, I jerked his cock toward my mouth and shoved him inside me.
“Fuck!” he shouted as I pulled him back into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks to suck him deep. His hips started bucking, but no more than any other man. He just wouldn’t take control and fuck me hard. I pressed my back against the wall and yanked his hips closer. He was settled deep inside my mouth now, his cock shoved all the way down my throat. I looked up through my tears and saw conflict all over his face. He didn’t want to be doing this to me, but I wanted it even more since I had read about it. It was all so intriguing and I wanted to explore it further with him. His hips started thrusting hard, pushing deeper into my mouth. When I gagged, he backed off. I had to hold him in place, even when he tried to jerk out of my grasp. I took hold of his hand and guided it to my hair. He took the hint and grabbed my hair, though it wasn’t as tight as I wanted. When I moaned, something sparked in his eyes and he shoved his cock deeper again.
Soon, he was fucking my mouth hard, his hips pistoning against my face as he shoved his cock so far down my throat that it hurt. I moaned and sucked as I tried to keep up with his pace.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight against my mouth. I wanted him to come down my throat. His eyes widened in surprise and then darkened as his body jerked and his cum spilled down my throat. I held him against me, even when he tried to wiggle free. I wasn’t letting him go until I took every last drop of him and licked him clean.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he whispered, almost like he didn’t want me to hear. I stared at him as I licked his cock clean, and then pulled up his boxers and tucked him back inside. I could still feel his thick cum coating my throat, and that alone made the throbbing between my legs nearly unbearable. He shook his head and yanked me up by the arms. He stared at me for a few moments, almost like he was trying to figure out what to say.
“I’m not into that shit,” he spat. “I like to see you begging for it and I like to know what you want, but I’m not gonna be that guy that throws you down and forces myself on you, fantasy or not. I’m not into that shit, so stop trying to make me. If you want me to fuck you hard, you fucking tell me. If you want to deep throat me, tell me. I’ll give you as close to what you want as I can, but you have to let me fuck you the way I want.”
He tossed me, no joke, literally tossed me onto the bed and yanked down my shorts. I found that even more sexy than any of this shit I read in that stupid book.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Tony
I felt weird. After I fucked Molly into the mattress this morning, I fell asleep in her bed. I wasn’t planning on heading into work until I absolutely had to. Between the battle yesterday and the fiasco with Maggie, I was exhausted. But waking up in Molly’s bed and hearing her sing in the kitchen made me want to get out of bed. And not even to run away. I sort of wanted to go talk to her, as weird as that was. The other part of me wanted to sink further into this bed and just stay here for a while. Her sheets were soft and smelled like her. I’d never wanted to stay in a woman’s bed before, but now I found the thought of leaving was kind of depressing.
I thought back over the week, trying to figure out how I had fallen into this weird pit with Molly in such a short time. I met her just over the weekend and I was already in deep with her. Sort of. It was this weird limbo of wanting her so much that I was willing to rush over in the middle of the night because I thought she was in danger, to needing to stay the fuck away from her because she was clinging to me so much. And I wasn’t sure that I was ready for anyone to cling to me in any way. The last time that I had been with a woman, she ended up dead, and the thought of anything like that happening to Molly had me immediately wanting to put some distance between us.
With that thought, I threw the covers off and stalked to the bathroom for a shower. Not even the thought of jerking off to her beautiful mouth could get me out of my foul mood. Hell, I didn’t even want to jerk off in the shower. I was limp, and the only time that happened was when my thoughts strayed to Delaney. This time though, flashes of Molly’s cold, dead eyes filled my head, fucking with me even more than I ever thought was possible.
After toweling off, I threw on my clothes and pulled on my shoes. I had to get out of here. I couldn’t keep up this ruse with Molly anymore. It wasn’t fair to her or me. She was going to be so hurt when she found out that I had been lying to her all this time, and the guys had been fucking with her. At some point, I had stopped thinking of the guys as ribbing me, and started thinking of how they could hurt her feelings. And I couldn’t stand the thought of her feelings being hurt, because she was genuinely a good person, even if she was acting like she was my fiancé. But it was better to have her hurt now than to continue down this road when it would break her heart even more. Besides, I didn’t even like Molly. Not like that, anyway. I mean, the sex was amazing, and yeah, she was really sweet and nice. I did like talking to her, except when she started talking like we were about to run off and get married. That was a little weird. But, yeah, I guess I liked her.
There had been so many times that I could have broken things off with her, but I let excuses get in the way. Really, I was just a coward. The day she came into Reed Security and Storm made up that story about the fire, I should have called him out as a liar and told the fucking truth. But staring into her hopeful eyes, I just couldn’t diminish the light I saw there.
Now I was fucked. I had a woman that really liked me, and I was getting attached to her too. But it was by no means a relationship and I had to put an end to this now. The insanity had to stop and I needed to be honest with her.
“Hey,” Molly smiled at me from the doorway of her bedroom. I had been staring off into space, lost in thought over what my next step was. Looking at her now, I still didn’t know how the fuck I was going to do this. Her smile grew bigger and she blushed when I kept staring at her. Damn, she really was beautiful. How had I not seen it before now? But then those lifeless eyes filled my thoughts and it became clear what I needed to do.
“Uh…you know, this isn’t working,” I said briskly.
She tilted her head, all cute like and looked at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Us…whatever this is. It’s not going to work. You’re nice and all, but it’s just not working.”
I waited for the tears and the drop of her face. I braced myself for the yelling and name-calling. But no matter how much I steeled myself for her reaction, I just wasn’t ready for what she actually said.
“Hmmm. Well, I appreciate your input, but I think it’s going
good. Pop tarts?”
“What?”
“I’m sticking some in the toaster. Want some?”
I blinked several times, shook my head, and even slapped my own face, but nothing changed. She was still standing in front of me, asking me if I wanted fucking pop tarts after I just broke up with her. She actually refused to break up with me. Could that really happen? Did I not get a say in this? And if so, was I destined to just be with her the rest of my life? I’d never been in this position before. I’d never had a woman refuse to let me break up with her. What was the protocol for this? Did I just go along with it? Maybe I should just not return her calls. Of course, that hadn’t really worked so far. She always showed up, with food.
“Honey?” She quirked her head to the side and smiled sweetly at me. “Pop tarts?”
Shaking my head, I tried again. “I’m serious, Molly. I’m breaking up with you. I don’t want to be with you anymore. It’s been fun, but let’s just end this now.”
“I hear you. I really do, and while I think you make some not very valid points, I’m going to pretend like what you said makes total sense. But we’re not breaking up. You’re just freaking out and you want to end this before it gets too real. I get it, but we’re still not breaking up.”
And with that, she turned around and left the room. I stared at the floor, trying to figure out what to do next. How the fuck had this happened? Was I being too sweet? I mean, I was never too sweet. I was never that guy that women felt they could walk all over. Yet, here I was, standing alone in my pretend girlfriend’s bedroom as she walked out after telling me we were not breaking up.
This was not happening. She couldn’t make me stay with her. She couldn’t force me to date her. I wasn’t some chump. I was Tony-fucking-Tacos. I groaned and rolled my eyes at myself. I was not Tony Tacos. I was something much cooler. I wasn’t even Mexican, and if I was honest with myself, I didn’t even like tacos all that much. Not that I would tell Molly that. She had been really sweet yesterday, bringing me food at work because she thought tacos were my favorite.
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