Page 92 of Fighting the Forbidden

She lowers her lashes and teases me with a coy smile. “I can think of one I’d like to give you.”

Pure fire races through my veins.

My body goes completely still, absorbing her words. I lean down and brush my lips against her ear. “You know what you need to say to unlock that present.”

A quick shiver races over her body. I pull away and stare down at her. Pink stains her cheeks and forehead as if the mere thought of asking for what she wants is making her blush.

My gaze lowers to the swells of her breasts, revealed by a dress that must’ve been sewn by Satan himself. Compared to other dresses, it’s probably tame. But on Molly, it seems designed to drive my brain straight into forbidden territory. If I rest my hand on her back, I’m touching skin. If she twirls too fast, I get a glimpse of her thighs. It’s nipped in to show off her waist and flares right over her hips, like it was made to highlight every inch of her I’m dying to explore.

“Molly!” Hayden calls.

Fuck, I’ve been trying not to monopolize her time at the party. “Now that she’s run a few laps, you should go with her,” I suggest.

She glances up at me, excitement dancing in her eyes. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Of course not. It’s your day.” My hand drops to her hip, and I give her a light squeeze. “I’ll be at the grill helping Pax.”

“Okay.” She bounces up on her toes and kisses my cheek.

“Do you need your other shoes?” I ask.

“Nah, I’m just going along for the ride.”

As she bounds over the grass onto the track, her hair billows behind her and her dress swishes around her legs. Before she ducks into the back of Hayden’s car, she turns and waves at me.

“Where’s Molly going?” Remy walks up behind me and slaps my shoulder.

“She’s doing a few laps with Hayden in her new car.”

“Aww, how nice of you to take your filthy mitts off my sister for a few minutes.”

I roll my eyes and slowly turn my head toward him. “Are you okay with us together, or not?”

He holds out one hand, palm up. “In theory, I guess so.” He holds up the other hand and pretends to weigh his options. “Watching it in real time, not so much.”

“Would you rather have me be repulsed by your sister?”

“Honestly, yeah.” He snorts with laughter and slaps my chest. “Whatever. As long as she’s happy, that’s all I care about.”

“Thanks.” My lips tilt into a dickish smile. “No fucks given about your best friend’s happiness?”

He slow-blinks as if that never occurred to him. “Of course I want you to be happy too.”

I nod once, not sure why I’m feeling defensive around him today.

Our attention returns to the cars. Hayden still can’t seem to get the hang of rolling the car to the starting line.

Remy shakes his head. “A fucking BMW. I definitely can’t compete with that.”

“Thankfully, your sister doesn’t expect you to,” I remind him.

“I got the financial aid forms signed by our dad.” Remy holds up a shiny pink legal-sized envelope that’s been tucked under his arm.

“That’s what you’re giving her for her birthday?”

“No, there’s something else in here.” He glances around at the giant balloons, food, and decorations. “And the party itself.” He casts a glance toward Hayden’s car again. “Coordinating with Hayden wasn’t exactly fun.”

Molly’s friend isn’t that bad. “I’ll give you credit. You did a nice job.”

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