Unexpected Gift(56)
“I know.” She pulls a pack of cigarettes out of her back pocket and packs them against her fist.
“Those are going—”
“To kill me? Yeah, so I’ve heard.”
“You should care,” I lean on the rail of the porch.
“I do, but everything out there can kill me. I can get hit by a bus tomorrow, crash my car, have one of those fancy aneurysms you love to clip.” She strikes a match, a damn match. Of course, she doesn’t have a lighter like a normal person. She places the match stick back in the box, taking a deep inhale and blowing out smoke. “I know what can kill me, Caden. I don’t need to hear it every day.”
I put my hands up in surrender. “Alright, sorry. You’re right.”
“Listen—”
“Hey, guys.” Molly opens the door with Posie on her hip. Her smile fades when she sees the cigarette and turns her body to hide Posie from it. “Seriously, Kenna? You can’t stop smoking while you’re here?”
“I’m outside. I didn’t think it would be a problem.” She blows the smoke out of her mouth from the side of her mouth and puts the stick out in the ashtray. “Jeez, someone needs to get laid.” She takes Posie from her arms, leaving a gaping Molly standing at the door.
I want to laugh at the expression on her face, but honestly, I’m afraid neither of the women taking over this house will let me in.
“We are going out to dinner tonight. Amelia’s dad is coming and taking Posie for a few nights.”
“A few nights?” I take a step forward, watching the pulse in her neck throb faster. “You mean we will have a few nights alone?”
Her hand goes to her throat, protecting it from my hungry stare. “Um, Kenna will be here. So, we won’t be alone.”
“You two can bump uglies! I won’t be around for it. I’m going out!” Kenna yells from the living room.
I take another step forward, and she inhales a sharp breath when I bend over and blow into her ear. “You hear that?” I run my fingers down her arm, making her shiver from my touch. “I’ve been patient with this situation between us. I’ve given you space, I’ve given you time. But it’s time for us, now. Don’t you think we’ve spent wasted enough time, fighting? All bets are off now, Molly. You’re mine.” My hand caresses the curve of her breast, trailing down to her waist. “You’re mine,” I growl into her ear, kissing her jaw as I walk past her and shoot a wink at Kenna.
She winks back. “Damn, Molly. If you don’t sleep with him, I will.” Kenna glares at me, the expression clear as day. She will never, in a million years, want or need to ever sleep with me. The feeling is very mutual.
This woman fucking terrifies me.
I’m halfway up the steps and lean over the rail to see Molly still standing in the doorway, staring out into the woods. Good, I want her to feel cornered, because I have given her too much leeway. I don’t like to be out of control. I hate it, actually, but this entire time she has had it. Well, if I leave it up to her, we will be doing the same song and dance in another five years, and I don’t want that.
I want her, naked, moaning, screaming my name in my bed as I claim her virginity as mine. It was always meant to be mine, just like she is. I close the door to my bedroom, flip on the light, and stride into the bathroom and get undressed, stepping into the shower.
Molly is mine. And it is time to prove it before she runs away from her own fear. I needed to hold on tight now. She has a fight and flight response when it comes to us, and now, she is in for the fight of her life.
My cock perks up from the thought of having her again. I wrap my hand around my girth, stroking it to the thought of sliding into her virgin depths. If I come now, I’ll last longer later. And I plan for us to pull an all-nighter. Then, we will wake up in my bed, and I’ll take her again, and again, and again; until she is full of my come and sore from her need. Just the thought has me losing control. My orgasm blindsides me, and I hear a gasp.
I keep my hand on my cock and look up through my soaked hair to see Molly watching me. Funny, I didn’t hear the door open.
Her cheeks are red, and her eyes are dilated. She spins around fast, slamming the door. I smile and start to wash my body.
Yeah, the fight is on, and I can’t wait to win.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Caden
“Molly! We aren’t getting any younger. Get your ass out here.” Kenna shouts, pulling her hair out of the jacket she just put on. It flows down her back in dark purple curls. I think Kenna has a leather jacket in every single color. I don’t know how someone finds so many leather jackets, and they aren’t the same. I have to admit, no one can pull off the style better than Kenna.
“I’m not coming!” she says through the other side of the closed door.
Oh, she will be coming, now and later.
Kenna huffs and taps her shoe on the floor. “She is all pissy because of what I made her wear.”
“Why wouldn’t you just let her wear what she wanted?”
“Because it would be like going out with grandma. She wanted to look hot for you.”
“She said that?”
She takes the vodka out of the fridge and takes a sip from the bottle. “She didn’t have to. Her room was wrecked from her throwing stuff from her closet. So, I kind of destroyed a few pieces of clothes and made her wear the rags.” She shrugs.