by P. J. Fiala
Molly smiled at Ryder and reached behind her to unhook her bra. She let it fall from her shoulders to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Just watching him touch himself was such a turn on. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, Molly shimmied out of her panties and let them fall to the floor. She gave them a little toss with her toes toward Ryder and stood before him, naked and waiting.
Ryder smiled at her and slowly rose from the sofa to stand before her. He held her head in his hands and kissed her slowly. He explored her mouth, tasted her lips, and kissed his way around her whole face. He slowly dropped to his knees before her, sliding his hands down her waist. He lifted his face and sucked a nipple into his mouth, gently loving her breast with his tongue and his lips.
Molly’s hands cupped Ryder’s head to her body. She should be embarrassed standing here completely naked, but she wasn’t. He made her feel so important, so real, so needed. God, she loved him—so damn much.
Ryder loved each breast in turn and began kissing his way down Molly’s body. He licked and kissed her torso, her tummy and her hips. Very slowly, he swiped his tongue across her clit. He heard Molly whimper and smiled against her body. He parted her moist folds with deft fingers and touched her clit again. This time, making contact so profound, Molly’s knees began shaking.
“Hold on to my shoulders if you need to, babe.”
Molly did just that. She needed the support; the slow assault he was putting her through right now was making her weak. She had never felt so worshiped.
“Open your legs for me, Molly. Give me access to that beautiful pussy of yours.”
Slowly, Ryder slid two fingers inside of her—in and out—as he continued licking and sucking at her body. Molly whimpered. Her legs were shaking and she could feel an orgasm building. Her body was flushed and warm, and a fine sheen of sweat had formed on her forehead, chest, and face. Ryder applied more pressure to her clit and crooked his fingers inside of her causing an orgasm to burst from her body with fury. Molly cried out as her weakened legs gave out.
Ryder caught her and laid her on the floor next to him. He raised himself above her and slid the zipper on his jeans down. Wiggling his jeans down his hips, he rolled Molly over onto her belly and pulled her back until her knees were up to her chest.
“We didn’t get to this yesterday; tonight, I’m going to come in here.” He rubbed Molly’s tight, puckered anal opening with his fingers. He added a little pressure and Molly stiffened waiting for him to enter her.
“Stay right here, just like this. Move your hands and arms above your head, palms flat on the floor. I’ll be right back.”
Molly did as she was told. Her breathing was raspy and ragged. She was turned on beyond belief. Anal sex was something she had never experienced; doing it the first time with Ryder would be amazing. Tammy had told her stories, and Molly was surprised to be told that it could feel so good.
Ryder came back into the room, completely naked and looking hot! His body was to die for!
He kneeled down behind her and ran his hands over the globes of her ass, gently kneading and enjoying the feel of her soft skin against his. He reached around and grabbed the lubricant and squeezed it into his hand.
Ryder applied lube to the outside of Molly’s puckered opening and gently pushed a finger into her. Molly gasped as his finger slid in. “Breathe, baby. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.”
He pulled his finger out and pushed back in a few times, allowing her body to get used to the feel. Gently, he inserted a second finger, opening her up more for him. All the while, he crooned sweet words of praise in her ear—how beautiful she was, how special she was, how much he loved her and wanted her always.
Molly was feeling so pliable and safe in Ryder’s care. Her body felt good, his invasion of her behind was sensual. It felt forbidden and naughty and yet, she really wanted him to come inside her there.
“I’m coming in, babe. Are you ready?”
”Yes,” Molly breathed out.
Ryder seated the broad head of his cock at her opening, applying a small amount of pressure. “When I push in, I need you to gently push out to ease my way.”
“Okay.”
Ryder started slowly pushing into Molly, allowing her time to adjust. Molly’s opening gave way and allowed him entrance. Ryder slid in a few inches and they both gasped at the feeling. Still allowing more time to adjust, he reached around and rubbed her clit, sending new sensations throughout her body. He heard her gasp. Molly pushed herself back into Ryder and he slid in a little more, hissing out a breath as he did.
“Please, Ryder. Take me. Please.”
Ryder groaned and began moving, pulling himself out to the head and pushed back in. Out and back in, over and over, slowly, allowing each of them the pleasure of feeling him slide in and out.
“Jesus. So fucking tight…so fucking amazing. Your little ass is squeezing the cum right out of me, Molly.”
Molly whimpered at his words. “Ryder…” Molly’s voice was barely a whisper. A tear slipped down her cheek in response to the pleasure he gave to her. She wanted to give him pleasure back, to make him feel as good as she did.
Ryder wanted to show Molly with his body what he felt his words just couldn’t say. He didn’t feel shy around her anymore; quite the opposite. She made him feel bold, strong, and so in control of himself. It had only been a few months, but Molly made him feel like the man he wanted to be.
“I love you, Molly. I love you with my heart, my soul, and my body.”
“Ryder. God, Ryder, I love you. So much, I’m afraid.”
Ryder nodded slightly as Molly smiled back. Silently they communicated their readiness and need to come together to complete this moment that neither would ever forget.
Molly’s cell phone rang and she stood to grab it off the counter. She didn’t recognize the number on the screen but answered anyway in her professional voice. “Memories by Molly, how may I help you?”
Molly walked to her office where she kept her calendar in case an appointment needed to be made. The voice on the other end of the line froze Molly in her tracks.
“Are you ready for me?”
Molly’s head was spinning, the color around her faded to gray and she was having trouble breathing.
“I’m not interested in seeing you.”
Molly sat at her desk, holding the phone to her ear with a shaking hand, struggling to continue holding it. She closed her eyes as she willed herself to calm down and think.
“You’re not that hard to find. Now that I’m out of jail I’m going to pay a visit to that slut of a mother of yours.”
“Leave her alone. She doesn’t even know where she is or who she’s talking to most of the time.”
“Well, well, well. Guess what, bitch? You don’t get to tell me what to do and when to do it. I’ll visit who I want and when I want. I served my time, there’s no restraining order.”
Molly sucked in a couple of breaths. This couldn’t be happening. Why? Why was he out of jail?
“I watched you last night. You stripped naked for some horny fucking man. You’re mine, Molly, do you understand me? I’ll kill that fucker if I see you with him again, got it?”
“You leave him alone. He’s done nothing wrong and neither have I.”
“Your whole life is wrong, you little bitch. I told you that first time, the least you could do was spread your legs for me since I was the one duped by your slut of a mother. She had me raise you as my own for nine fucking years. I paid for your clothes, your food, a roof over your head. Your pussy is mine, Molly. Get rid of that fucking bastard you’ve been letting sample what’s mine or I will kill him. The other one, too.”
“What are you talking about? There is no other one.”
“I saw him there, too. Walking out of the backyard the other day. Get rid of both of them, or you’ll find out what I’ll be willing to do. I’ll be watching. You have until this evening to get rid of them. Disobey me and find out what I’ll do to them
and your crazy fucking mother.”
Molly hung up. She was numb. She didn’t know what he was talking about when he said ‘the other one too.’ He was a crazy bastard. But she had no doubt that, given the chance, Lancaster Elson would kill Ryder, or at the very least, hurt him badly. He was a vicious bastard, sneaky and conniving. She needed to break it off with Ryder so Lancaster would leave him alone. If he saw that she wasn’t with Ryder anymore, he’d be safe. The biggest problem was going to be living without her heart. Ryder was her heart and her soul, the very breath she depended on to live. How would she get through each day without him in her life?
Molly sat for what felt like hours trying to figure out another way. That was the problem; she couldn’t see one. Lancaster called her two more times throughout the day to remind her that she was his. He was right, there wasn’t a restraining order against him and how could she even get one? He hadn’t done anything wrong…yet.
Molly stood up and walked to the bedroom to start packing Ryder’s things into boxes. Good thing he hadn’t actually moved in yet. When he came over tonight, she would tell him they were over. She had to do it. She had no doubt that Lancaster would hurt him. She had always known that her past would tear them apart, but she was drawn in by Ryder. She’d been powerless to stop the pull he had on her. She had no idea how she would make herself tell him they were over, but she had to have the strength.
***
“Hey, what’s with all the boxes?”
Ryder walked into the kitchen from the garage and saw the boxes piled on the steps by the door. Maybe Molly had pulled the boxes of Christmas stuff out of the basement. He told her he would take care of it. Silly woman. He looked around the room and didn’t see her anywhere.
“Moll?”
Ryder walked into the living room and still no Molly. He continued his way through the house and didn’t see her anywhere. Walking back into the kitchen, he saw a note on the counter. The dread in his stomach started rising to the surface. He picked up the note and unfolded it.
Ryder, I regret to tell you this, but, it just isn’t working out between us. If I look at the signs, it’s all there. Jepson didn’t sign the Offer, which means we weren’t meant to have this house. You put off moving in with me because of Gunnar and me, seems to be another sign. I’ve been feeling this way for a while now and decided to go ahead and make a break. Please take your things and leave. I have them all packed and in boxes on the steps in the garage. I will be with friends tonight. Please don’t make this difficult, it’s for the best. Molly.
What the fuck? Ryder’s head was swimming. Break up? No way in hell was she breaking up with him! Signs? Bullshit! Last night was the best night ever in his life, his beautiful woman under their first Christmas tree. No way, she had been feeling bad about their relationship. He was reeling. He couldn’t breathe and his heart was beating so fast he thought it would grow legs and leave his body. He grabbed the counter to steady himself.
Think Ryder, think. What the fuck happened between last night and today?
Nothing. He couldn’t come up with a thing. Bullshit! She wasn’t breaking up with him—not without an explanation, and certainly not by leaving him a fucking note!
Ryder got in his truck and left. He didn’t know where he was going, just driving without direction. An hour later, he found himself at Danny and Tammy’s. He knocked on their door and Danny opened the door to a disheveled and sad sight.
“Holy fuck! What’s going on with you?”
Ryder’s voice was barely a whisper. “Have you seen Molly? Is she here?”
Danny stepped aside and motioned for Ryder to come in. Danny looked to Tammy where she sat on the sofa with her legs curled up under her body. Tammy’s brows furrowed when she looked at Ryder.
“What’s happened? Is Molly okay? What’s going on?”
Ryder looked at Tammy with the saddest eyes she had ever seen. He shook his head and tears sprang to his eyes. “Have you seen her?”
Tammy jumped up and walked to Ryder. “No. I haven’t seen her all day. What happened?”
Tammy led Ryder to the sofa and both she and Danny sat on either side of him. Ryder swallowed a few times to get himself under control. “She broke up with me. In a fucking note!”
“What? She loves you. She’s told me so many times that she never dreamed she could be so happy. She wouldn’t break up with you. Certainly, not in a note.”
Ryder bent his head and grabbed both sides of it between his hands and rested his elbows on his knees. Tammy didn’t even know where Molly was? Tammy knew everything about Molly. Why wouldn’t Molly tell her about this? It made no sense at all.
“I came home today, my stuff was packed into boxes and there was a note on the counter telling me to take my stuff and leave. She said she was looking at the signs and they told her that it wasn’t working out between us. Her car is still at home, but she isn’t there.”
“What? That’s such bullshit! I’m calling her.”
Tammy grabbed her phone and hit Molly’s number and waited for her to answer. Her phone rang and rang, but Molly didn’t pick up. “What the fuck? She’s not going to answer MY call?”
When Molly’s voicemail picked up, Tammy left her a message. “Molly, what the fuck is going on? Call me right away when you get this.”
Danny’s voice was soft, but clear. “Where would she be, Tammy? Can you think of any place she might go?”
Tammy sat for a moment, thinking. Molly always came to her. Tammy knew everything about Molly’s awful life. From her parentage, to her stepfather’s abuse. All of it. Why wouldn’t Molly come to her with something like this?
“She always comes to me. I can’t imagine where she is or what she’s up to. Seriously, this is the weirdest thing.”
“Would she go and see her mom?”
“No. Her mom doesn’t even know who Molly is. On her best days, Tori calls Molly, Nancy. On her worst days, she just stares at Molly and doesn’t really say anything at all. No, I don’t think she’d go to see her mom.”
Molly had been sitting in this fucking hotel room for two damn days, and she hadn’t showered or washed her hair at all. She didn’t want to breathe, but she had no idea how to stop doing that. She’d spent most of her time lying in bed and had gone out only once for food and bottled water. She tried to make sense of all this and to come up with a way to change it. So far, she hadn’t come up with anything.
A knock on the door pulled Molly out of her sadness. She walked to the door, wiping her hands down her jeans thinking the maid had come to clean.
“I don’t need maid service,” she said through the door.
“Towels, Miss.”
Blowing out a breath, Molly cracked the door open. She screamed just as Lancaster Elson pushed his way into the room and closed the door behind him. He was gross looking and he smelled bad, like he hadn’t showered in days. The stale stench of cigarette smoke clung to him. His clothes were ratty and torn, and his greasy hair was matted to his head. His teeth were crooked and yellow. How could she have ever felt anything for this man? She’d thought of him as her father for so many years. Now all she saw was an abuser, rapist, and thug.
“Well. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Molly shook her head slightly to make her head catch up to this horrific turn of events. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“I mean, you little slut, that right in your living room, in front of the tree, you let some son-of-a-bitch touch you. Fuck you. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Nothing.” Molly’s voice was small and weak. She knew he wanted her to argue with him so he could hit her. He probably would anyway. It didn’t matter anymore. If she didn’t have Ryder, she didn’t want to live anyway.
“Nothing? You stupid little cunt! Nothing? Did you think because I was in jail that you could run around fucking anything with a cock? I was the first one in that pussy, you bitch, and I’ll be the last one in it. Do you understand me?”
> Lancaster raised his hand and slapped her, hard, across the face. Molly reeled back a few steps, her hand holding her face where he had connected. Nausea rolled through her body. She leaned forward and threw up on the floor at Lancaster’s feet. The thought of him ever touching her again was simply the most disgusting thing she could think of.
Lancaster laughed at her. “Do I disgust you? Tough shit, get over it.”
Molly wiped at her mouth and wiped her hands on her jeans. She didn’t know what to do. She just couldn’t let him touch her again. She just couldn’t.
“How did you find me?”
“I’ll always find you. Lucky for me, I learned how to find people. I followed you here and watched to make sure that fucker didn’t come here. It took me a day to find out which room you were in. Good thing I’m patient. Just for good measure, I visited your mother. Fucking crazy bitch, that one.”
Molly sucked in a breath. Good God, he was with her mother? She was horrified.
“I asked you to leave her alone. I’ve done what you wanted and broke up with Ryder. Why did you bother her?”
“I didn’t fucking bother her. She doesn’t even know what fucking day it is. What about the other bastard that you’ve been fucking?”
“There isn’t anyone else. I don’t know what you mean.”
Lancaster smirked. “That fat bastard that’s been hanging around the house. He’s been there almost every day. Don’t play stupid with me, Molly.”
Molly shook her head. There hadn’t been anyone else at the house besides Ryder. Lancaster must really be cracking up. Now she was in this room alone with him, and there was no way she was going to let him touch her again. No way!
Molly took a step back. Lancaster followed. Molly froze, not wanting him to follow her and get any closer. “I need to use the bathroom. Brush my teeth.”