“Lilly, have you got anything to announce while we’re here?” Dave asks.
“Uh, no, I don’t think so.”
“What about that new boyfriend of yours? When do we get to meet him?” Susan has been trying to get an invitation to meet this mysterious man of Lilly’s for a while now, but she keeps putting her off.
“He’s not my boyfriend, Mum. We’re just…friends?” It comes out more like a question.
Susan mumbles her disapproval quietly and the heat is soon taken off Lilly, much to her relief.
Once we’ve finished eating, Molly and I are given the task of washing up and drying everything that won’t fit in the dishwasher. We’re alone for the first time since we were upstairs. The electricity between us hasn’t lessened. My body is still aching for her, and every time she so much as brushes my skin, fireworks go off around my body. Molly is acting like everything’s normal, but I can tell by her eyes that she is just as affected as I am.
I put the last tray away before coming up behind her at the sink and wrapping my arms around her waist. She shivers when my breath whips past her ears and she leans back into my body.
“We are not staying here tonight,” I growl in her ear.
Her breath picks up and she shakes her head. “No, we’re not.”
“Let’s finish up in here, then make our excuses. I want you alone and naked, and that’s not happening while we’re under this roof. I think it’s time we celebrate Christmas our own way, don’t you?” I ask as I run my hands up her stomach and squeeze her breasts. The moan that comes from her almost makes me forget where we are. I continue teasing her and kissing down her neck, but we’re soon interrupted.
“Dude, seriously, just take her home already,” Dec says with a laugh.
Molly’s instantly out of my arms and looking panicked. “W-we want to be here,” she stutters.
Dec comes over and wraps his arm around her shoulder. “I was joking, Molls. You two deserve some time alone today. Plus, with you gone, I’m a dead cert for winning Monopoly.”
Chapter Nineteen
Molly
I know I’m only torturing myself, but since we walked through the front door, I’ve found little jobs to keep myself busy, just to see how far I can push Ryan. I’ve unpacked my overnight bag, had a shower and dried my hair—very slowly, I might add. Ryan’s come up every ten minutes or so to see if I’m ready yet, and each time, I have to try to hold my laughter in.
“Hurry the fuck up and get your arse downstairs on the sofa with me, Molls,” he grumbles when he comes back up to find me still faffing around.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in, like, two minutes.”
“I’m bored of waiting.” He walks towards me. “Nothing you’re doing can be as important as what I’ve got planned.” That thought alone gets my blood pumping. As soon as he’s standing in front of me, he grabs me by my thighs and throws me over his shoulder before marching us downstairs. I’m thrown onto the sofa, and I have to quickly cover what I’m wearing under my dressing gown.
That’s a surprise for later.
Once I’m sorted, I look up to see a glass of wine for me on the coffee table next to a wrapped present. “Are you sorted now?” he asks with a smirk.
“Yep, I think so…what’s that?”
“That, Miss Molly, is your last Christmas present. Go ahead…open it.”
I grab it off the table as the sofa dips next to me. The heat of Ryan’s body engulfs my tiny one. I start pulling the wrapping paper and his eyes stay on me the entire time.
“I wish I’d been there to see you open the others this morning. I was desperate to see your face,” he mumbles.
“Me too, Ry. Wait…what is this?” I ask, looking down at the new sketchpad, pencils, and charcoal sitting on my lap.
“I promised myself something a couple of months ago, that I would do something for you.”
I look back into Ryan’s eyes and watch them darken the longer I stare into the blue depths. Suddenly, he stands up, making me jump where I was so lost in my own thoughts. “Where are you g—” I’m completely distracted from what I’m saying when Ryan pulls his jumper over his head, revealing perfect, defined skin. I run my eyes over his chest and lick my lips in preparation for what I hope is to come. His hand moves to his belt and I’m totally mesmerised by his slow, seductive movements.
Before long, Ryan is standing before me, completely bare, and all I can do is lean back on the sofa and take in the view. Fuck, if he hasn’t got the most perfect body I’ve ever seen. “I could get used to this,” I mutter as I continue roaming my gaze over him.
“Where do you want me?” he asks, trying to look completely relaxed with the situation, but I can see the gentle pulsing of the muscle in his neck as well as the most obvious sign that he’s excited about whatever is about to happen.
“As long as it involves you being closer to me than you are now, I really don’t care.”
“That’s not going to work. You’re going to have to be far enough away so I can’t touch you, or we’ll both end up distracted.”
I look up into his eyes as I try to understand. After a couple of seconds, it hits me. The sketchpad and a very naked Ryan. “You want me to draw you?”
“I do. I promised myself the day you sketched Jax that I would let you do it, and I thought today would be as good as any. “So, where do you want me?”
I think about this for a few minutes. The bed would be the obvious choice, but I’m not convinced by how much drawing I’d actually get done. The sofa? Yep, probably the same problem. Oh, I could draw him in the shower with water running down his…nope, bad idea. “The kitchen,” I blurt out.
“The kitchen…why?”
“Because I think it’s the safest place.”
“The safest place?” he asks, confused.
“Yes. I have all these ideas running around in my head, but all of them will probably result in me not doing much sketching, and us getting very distracted. Just so you know, I’m totally going to get you in those places, but maybe after we haven’t been apart for a while.”
I watch the muscles in his neck flex as he swallows. “I didn’t think this through properly…we should have done it tomorrow.”
“We’re at Steven’s all day tomorrow.” I’ve spent Boxing Day at my brother’s since he moved in with Debs and our parents decided to spend their Christmases in different exotic places on holiday.
“God, this is going to be torture,” he mutters as he heads towards the kitchen. I sit here a little longer than necessary, watching his arse.
I get him standing with his back and hands leant against the worktop behind him. He leans forward slightly with his head down but his eyes looking up at me. When I first stand back and take him in, a shiver runs around my body. He looks insanely sexy with his come-fuck-me eyes and messy hair. I really don’t know if I’m going to be able to see this through.
I get myself settled on the counter opposite with the sketchpad on my lap and work as quickly as I can.
“Are you okay?” I ask, after about forty-five minutes. I’m really impressed; I did not think he would stay there that long.
“Not really, I need you. Now,” he growls.
I put the final touches to my sketch but don’t let him see that I’ve finished, so I can tease him a bit. “Not much longer now. Are you hot?” He just raises his eyebrows at my question. “I’ll take that as a yes, then, shall I?” I say, hopping off the side. “Well, I am.” I begin untying the knot around my waist. Turning my back to Ryan, I slowly slide the satin fabric off my shoulders and down my back. His breathing gets heavier behind me as I reveal more of what I’m wearing.
“Molly,” Ryan warns in a very deep, gravelly voice.
Looking over my shoulder, I give him what I hope is a sexy smile. I must have nailed it because he growls, but, to my surprise, he hasn’t moved from his place. I know he has a great view of the back of the dusky pink sheer halter-neck babydoll I’m wearing. He can see my bar
e back all the way down to the top of my arse, where the fabric covers the tiny thong. Slowly, I turn to reveal the front. It has a deep V showing off my cleavage, and a bow under my breasts, before the fabric flows to the tops of my thighs. It’s so sheer that nothing is hidden at all. My temperature reaches new heights as Ryan’s eyes roam all over my body.
Doing my best to pretend that I’m unaffected by the situation, I slowly walk back and sit myself where I was before and once again grabbing the sketchpad. I pretend to add some more marks before I look up.
Ryan’s jaw is set tight and his lips are pressed into a thin line. His eyes are smouldering and his entire body is vibrating with need. “Are you done?” he growls in a low, almost menacing voice.
Ryan
I can see from here that she’s only pretending to sketch, and without a second thought, I push myself from the counter.
Before she knows what’s happening, I’ve pulled the sketchpad from her hands and placed it on the side before grabbing her knees and spreading her thighs so I can stand between them. My hands land on her lower back, pushing so her arse is hanging over the worktop. “I need you now,” I growl in her ear.
Her answering shiver and groan tell me she needs exactly what I’m about to give her. I slide one hand between her legs and roughly pull the fabric of her thong out of the way before thrusting into her. In one swift move, I’m balls deep in her hot, wet pussy, exactly where I need to be.
She flinches at my intrusion and I will my body to still while she gets used to my size. When she relaxes under my hands, I start moving, slowly at first, but before long, Molly’s raking her nails down my back and I’m slamming into her body with forceful thrusts.
The pain of her nails digging into my skin only increases my tempo, as do her moans of pleasure. “Ryan, God yes…deeper.” I pull her further off the side so I can get as deep as possible. “Oh yes, that’s it…fuck.”
“I want to feel you milking my cock, baby. I want to feel you coming around me.” My words are the last encouragement she needs, because her entire body stills before it quakes as pleasure rips through her. As soon as I feel her squeeze me tight, I’m falling with her and growling my release into the crook of her neck as she shouts my name.
I continue thrusting my hips as her orgasm subsides and watch her return to earth.
“Fucking hell, Ry, that was something else,” she pants as she goes to lean back on the counter. I watch as a look of horror fills her face as she takes in the blood under her fingernails. She looks up at with shocked eyes. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, it was fucking hot, feeling your nails dragging down my skin.”
She pulls herself off me and moves so she’s sitting back on the side. “Turn around,” she demands, and I do as I’m told. Her quick intake of breath tells me all I need to know. “Shit, you have actual scratch marks and blood running down your back. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine, honestly. It doesn’t even hurt.”
“I need to get it cleaned up. What if it scars?”
“Well, then we will have a reminder of hot sex in the kitchen. Molly, I really couldn’t give a fuck. That was…incredible. I’d do it again a thousand times over.”
“Really?” she questions, sounding more inquisitive than sorry all of a sudden.
“Yes, really. Now mop me up, woman, and then I’m taking you to our bed to make love to you. I may have said this before, but this body deserves to be worshiped. For hours.”
I have no idea how long it takes me to fulfil my promise, but it’s now past ten o’clock and Molly’s passed out from exhaustion next to me after what must be a record number of orgasms. She did her fair share of worshiping, though. I think she must have traced every single line, ridge, and mole on my body.
I’ve been lying next to her for about twenty minutes, just watching her sleep. Thoughts of the time we’ve spent together have been running around my head, as well as what the future holds for us. I haven’t broached the subject with her yet, but before I left the hospital earlier, Mum asked if I would bring her up for a couple of days before New Year’s, so she could make things right. I’d really like to spend some more time with my family and make sure Dad is okay before I have to go back to work.
Eventually, I can’t lie here any longer, and I get up to use the toilet and clean up. I have a quick shower before heading downstairs to tidy up our mess and clean the kitchen counter. When I get there, Molly’s sketch of me stops me in my tracks. I knew it would be good because she’s seriously talented, but for how quickly she did it, the accuracy of her drawing takes my breath away. No one would ever be able to doubt that was me standing there. She’s even captured the heat in my eyes. I close the sketchpad and place it on the coffee table so it’s safe, wondering what I should do with it. Part of me wants to get it framed, but another part of me is well aware that it’s my naked body, and I don’t really want everyone seeing it. What I am sure of, though, is that we will be doing that again. Whatever Molly was thinking about when she was trying to decide where she wanted me to model for her, I intend on fulfilling those fantasies in the near future.
Chapter Twenty
Molly
This week has flown by. It seems like one minute I was packing up presents to take to Steven’s house for Boxing Day, and the next I was getting the house sorted for our New Year’s Eve party.
Before we headed over to Steven’s Boxing morning, Ryan gently broached the subject of spending a few days in Liverpool with his family before New Year’s. I was apprehensive about spending time with his mum, but I couldn’t use that as an excuse not to go. She promised to both Ryan and I that our relationship was starting afresh, so I have to give her the benefit of the doubt.
We spent three days with his family, and it was just as heart-warming as the time with the Morrisons. His dad was discharged the day after Boxing Day, and he was enjoying the hell out of being treated like a king by his wife and children. On the second day we were there, Karen organised for just us girls to have a day out, so we hit the sales and had afternoon tea in a fancy hotel in the city center. To say I was dubious before we left the house would be an understatement, but the day was amazing.
I never thought I’d say it, but I was actually a little sad to leave. We were going to be seeing Abbi and Liv as well as Beth and Caleb, who I met one evening, at our house for New Year’s, but we didn’t make any plans as to when we would see Karen and Dave again—although I’m pretty sure we will be talking regularly from now on.
“Molly, did you buy crisps?” Ryan asks, distracting me from my thoughts while I’m setting out the buffet food for our party tonight.
“Yeah…maybe I left them downstairs.” I check the clock before heading down—people will be arriving any minute, and I still have things to organise. Shit.
When I round the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I see two bags that I must have forgotten to bring up after I went shopping this afternoon, both full of different varieties of crisps. I smile to myself when I hear laughter coming from my old room where Abbi, Liv, and Beth are getting ready for tonight.
I’m just about to head up again when the doorbell rings.
“Hey, come on in,” I say to Jax when I open the door. I’m actually amazed that he agreed to come. It took some serious convincing on my part.
“Hey, mate,” Ryan says, greeting Jax once we get upstairs. “I’m glad our begging didn’t go unheard.”
I quickly continue setting out the food while Ryan arranges the drinks in the kitchen.
“Jax, do you want a beer?”
“Please,” he calls, before turning his attention back to me. “You look amazing, Molly. That dress really suits you.”
“Thank you. You know, you don’t scrub up too bad, either.”
“Here you go,” Ryan says, handing over his drink before standing behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “She does look gorgeous, and please tell her she’s not fat at all.”
“Ryan
,” I chide, slapping his arm gently. He doesn’t need to go around telling everyone about my insecurity. I’ve eaten way too much this Christmas, and I’m so bloated. I’m glad I chose a maxi dress for this evening, as it’s loose and flowing. Bring on Friday, so Megan and I can get back to our pole dancing lessons.
“Is she here?” Jax whispers to me after Ryan has gone back to bartending duties.
“She’s downstairs, getting ready. It will be fine, Jax. There will be loads of people here to distract you, and if you need to get away, just use our room. But please stay.”
“Okay, I’ll tr—”
Jax is interrupted as Caleb walks over to us. “You must be Jax. I’m Caleb,” he says, sticking his hand out. “You look just as Abbi described. It’s good to meet you at last.”
I watch as the two shake hands and confusion washes over Jax’s face. “You too. She…talks about me?”
“Yeah, all the time. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. Right, I’m going to go and see if they’re ready yet. They’ve been down there for hours,” he announces, striding back out the way he came in. He’s right, they have been a long time, but then I did insist on a formal dress code tonight, much to Ryan’s displeasure. Women must be in dresses, and men in suits.
I have to say I’m very pleased with my suggestion, because Ryan is smoking hot in his black suit and white shirt. It still has the top few buttons undone, because he refuses to wear a tie. I cannot wait to peel the fabric from his body later.
Caleb, on the other hand, looks like he’s just fallen out of work with his perfect cut slim-fit grey suit with a skinny red tie. His mousy brown hair has been gelled within an inch of its life, and he’s clean-shaven. Unlike Ryan, who has recently been forgoing his daily shave after I showed my appreciation on Christmas day. I love the feel of it under my fingers and…other parts of my body.
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