Unexpected Gift(59)
I open my eyes to see her wide, brown eyes staring at me and her parted lips staring at my tongue gathering the juice on my skin. “Next time, I’ll leave some for you.”
Her hand, mindlessly, is still on my hard, aching erection, squeezing onto it for dear life. Any harder and accompanied by a few strokes, I’d come right in my pants. I’ve never been a hair trigger kind of man, but she makes me want to blow from the simplest touch. It’s a good thing I have a great recovery time.
I pull on the lapels of my jacket, clearing my throat and glide my ass across the seat, but first I tuck my cock in the waistband of my trousers to hide my erection. I open the door, letting the cool, summer night’s breeze whisk its way into the car. I step out and turn my palm up, silently asking for her to take it.
She swallows and comes to me with slow movements, keeping her legs shut as she does. “Are you okay?” I grin.
She doesn’t say anything as she nearly falls to the ground from her shaky legs. “I’ve got you,” I say, wrapping an arm around her body to steady her on her feet.
“I don’t like what you do to me.”
“Hmmm,” I mutter, walking around until her back is pressed against my front. I thrust my cock over her ass, thinking that I could just slide my bare cock right in her pussy, wrap my arms around her and sit back in the car. It would look normal, and no one would ever know that I was fucking her. “Lying doesn’t look good on you, Molly. You and I both know; we like what we do to each other.”
“You make me forget that I have control of my body,” she admits. “I don’t like not having control.”
I brush my lips against the shell of her ear, blowing air against her heated skin. “I control your body now, Molly. You need to remember that.” I take her hand in mine and start walking toward the club or bar. I’m not really sure what to call it. Outside people sit at tables and eat, but inside music blares and people dance.
The building is modern with a brand new porch that is the size of the place itself. As we walk through the door, Kenna waves at us from the bar, holding up shots. Then, she points to the man behind the bar and holds up a thumb.
Molly gasps. “Hottie bartender.” She tugs on my hand to stop me, but when I glance from her to the man Kenna pointed at, possessive jealousy courses through my veins.
I need to remember that she is here with me, not him, but the way he looks at her, pisses me off. How is this guy everywhere?
We stroll to the bar, and I wrap my arm around Molly, pulling her close to me, but he still doesn’t take his eyes off her. He doesn’t have a care in the world that she is taken, and I won’t handle that sort of disrespect.
“Molly. It’s so good to see you again. You look gorgeous. Are you going to save me a dance later?” He pours a shot of tequila and sets it in front of her. “If that is okay with your friend.” He stares at me with a raised eyebrow, drying off a glass with a towel.
Friend? Oh, this asshole has another thing coming if he thinks for one minute he can have her. “If she wanted to dance with a dishwasher, I’m assuming she would have come with one.”
Molly takes the shot in one, fluid gulp. “I don’t know how I got in this position.” She whispers to Kenna, but I hear her. I’ll always hear her.
“Maybe you can have both of them at the same time. How fun would that be?” Kenna takes a shot as she glares at me, tilting her lips in a smirk.
She knows damn well that will never happen. The only man Molly will ever be with is me.
Ever.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Molly
Pissed.
It’s the only word I know how to describe my mood.
“Molly, wait!” Caden yells after me, but I keep stomping toward the car, careful to not trip in these stupid heels. I knew going out with him would be a bad idea. I knew all of this was a bad idea.
I fumble with the car keys in my hand and try and press the unlock button, but it isn’t working. I hit the fob on my palm. “Come on, Come on. I beg you to open.” But it doesn’t.
“Will you just wait?”
His fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me. “Will you stop?”
“Is there a problem?” Hot bartender asks, stopping a few feet behind Caden.
I watch anger cloud Caden’s eyes. The green-eyed monster has been released. “The only problem here is you. Will you please leave us alone?”
Kenna wraps her arm around Oakley and steers him back toward the bar. “We need to leave them alone, believe me when I say it’s been a long time coming.”
“Caden, your behavior is unexpected. I won’t let you be rude because of me.”
“It isn’t because of you. It’s him. He wants you. He has his eyes all over you. He sees me with you, and he doesn’t care. I want him to back off.”
“Why? Why do you want that? Caden, just stop. This is exhausting. You and me, it is exhausting. I’m not some prize. I’m not something you need to fight over, okay?” I see the hurt look in his eyes from the sword of my words.
He charges toward me and cages me in his arms, his expression full of anguish and lust. “That’s where you are wrong. You and me have been fighting. We have been fighting for years, and I have you now, do you understand that. You’re mine. I won’t let anyone get in the way of that. You are a prize. You’re the fucking dream. The goal.”