Unexpected Gift(39)

“Fuck, Molly,” I groan in the shower, stroking my cock to the thought of her going down on me. I punch the wall and shut my eyes, imagining that the water draping over my body is her fingers exploring my flesh.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be thinking about her, but every time I shut my eyes and try to conjure up someone else??anyone else??the body I think of morphs into Molly and her face replaces the imaginary one.

The water is not the perfect lubricant, but I make it work. At the very least, it flows through my fist with ease. The steam from the hot water stands heavy in my throat as I breathe in, nearly suffocating from the heat. My sweat combines with the water dripping down my temples. My hair strands fall in front of my face as I stare at my hard cock. The red tip leaks precome and the veins bulge, begging for release and pleading with me to soak Molly’s channel, but that isn’t really an option available to me right now.

My balls pull tight at the thought of her sweet mouth wrapping around my cock. “Molly!” I scream. My entire body strains as I unload onto the wall in front of me. I slam my fist against the tiled wall yet again, my body quivering from the much-needed release. “Fuck,” I say as I choke on a moan, rubbing my face with my clean hand.

What the hell is wrong with me? I wonder to myself.

I wake up in a jolt after what I had thought was real life. Before my eyes opened so suddenly, Molly was running her hand through my hair, but when I don’t see anyone in front of me, I realize it was all in my head. When I get up, the clock says that it's two in the morning, so I go and check on Posie. I figure she's in Molly’s room, and when I open the door, Molly’s orange scent slams into me. I walk into her room and take a few heavy breaths, thinking about how badly I want her with every step I take. I want all of her. I need all of her.

The dull light of the lamp next to her bed is making her skin glow. One leg is draped over the covers and that visual is causing my cock to stand up in full mast. Her flawless legs are bare, and my eyes zero in on her little black pair of panties. It takes every ounce of self-control not to lay beside her and run my hand up the curve of her calves, until I can palm her ass in my hands.

My cock is so hard that it's starting to burn, at which point I decide to run out of there. I take three steps at a time until I'm in my room. I lock the door, and for the rest of the night, I toss and I turn, unable to sleep due to my aching erection.

So here I am, cleaning my come off the wall of the shower. “Damn it,” I say as I squeeze some shampoo into the palm of my hand and start washing my hair. My cock still aches for her??hard and wanting, like I didn’t just come. I tilt my head back against the wall and shut my eyes. I feel guilty for wanting her, especially because of Brandon.

I can’t do this to him, but I don’t know how much longer I can go on pretending there is nothing between Molly and I. Particularly because my cock has never been this hard in my entire life. I wrap my hand around the engorged shaft, desperately needing to get rid of this ache in my balls.

“Caden!” Molly knocks on my bathroom door.

I release my cock and look for something to cover myself up with. Right, a towel. “Uh, give me a second.” I turn the knobs until the water shuts off and run my hand through the wet strands, getting the excess water out of it. I snag the towel off the hook and wrap it around my waist.

I do something I haven’t done since I was a teenager and look at myself in the mirror. I make sure the towel is secure before I step toward the door. My shaft is still hard, but maybe I shouldn’t be shy about that. I mean, I was in the shower…minding my own business. What I do in privacy is my business. I have nothing to be ashamed of.

The corners of my mouth tilt in a smirk, but it falls flat when I open the door, seeing a very worried Molly staring at Posie. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

She turns her gaze to me and her eyes widen. She rakes me up and down and stares at the erection tenting the towel. “Um, I can come back when you’re dressed, it isn’t a big deal.” She bounces Posie on her hip.

“Hey, no. What’s going on? Is Posie, okay?” I take a step forward and she steps back. A rose-colored hue graces her cheeks as she stares at me. She feels something toward me too, but the main concern right now is Posie.

“I…umm,” she starts to say but she pauses to clear her throat. “I don’t know. She feels warm, and she hasn’t kept her milk down this morning. I’m worried. Are you trained in examining people or do you only work on brains? I don’t know. I’m freaking out. I’ve never had a sick baby before. What do we do?” Her eyes fill with tears and this time, she doesn’t look at my naked chest. My erection deflates quickly with the tears streaming down her face.

“No. Neuro is just a specialty. I was trained in general and did rounds in pediatrics. I can help.”

She lets out a breath and nods, kissing the side of Posie’s head. “Okay. Thank you.”

“She is going to be fine. Babies get sick. It’s probably just the stomach flu. Meet me in the living room. I’ll be down in two minutes.”

“Thank you.”

“Molly.”

She stares at me with her big brown eyes, red-rimmed and swollen.

“She will be okay. I promise.”

The flawless skin of her throat moves when she swallows. My lips want to lavish her flesh and mark her canvas as mine. My eyes wander slowly to her face again, memorizing every angle of her face. She holds Posie close and rushes down the steps.