Page 11 of The Promise

Just before I can drive myself totally insane with what to do next, Molly’s bedroom door creaks open and she comes sauntering out, a pair of much too big sweat pants, hanging low on her hips.

“Oh, shit.” She gasps, when she sees me standing in her kitchen, not knowing where the fuck to let my eyes land. They keep falling automatically to her exposed stomach, but I force them back up to her red, swollen eyes, reminding myself that she’s delicate right now. “I erm, I just stayed in case you wanted company, but I can…go, if, if you want.” I run a sweaty palm across my jaw, scratching the light layer of golden stubble that lives there.

Molly wafts a hand through the air. “No, it’s fine, you just scared me that’s all.”

Her cheeks are dry now, the only indicator that she’s been crying at all being her puffy eyes. I want to run my finger under them, make it better for her, but I don’t know what caused the hurt in her stormy, blue eyes to begin with.

I trip over my own feet on the way to the fridge. “You look like you need a drink,”

“Yeah, I think I do. There’s wine in there.” She points to the fridge door that I'm currently using to keep me upright, like a total buffoon. I haul it open, as she pads barefoot into the living room and falls onto the couch with a tired huff. I pour two glasses, bringing the rest of the bottle with me and placing it on the coffee table, before falling down beside Molly. “Thanks,” she forces a small smile and takes the glass I offer her, staining her lips ruby red as she sips. I take a sip of my own, swallowing deeply and enjoying the burn of the alcohol, as it travels down my throat. We sit in comfortable silence for a while and I can tell Molly is lost in deep thought, so I keep my anxious mouth closed. The last thing she needs right now is to listen to my rambling, but I'm itching to find out what happened tonight to make her so upset.

After a few more minutes, I’ve finished my first glass and my leg is bobbing uncontrollably, the silence making my stomach tight with nerves. Molly places a warm hand on my leg, halting it’s incessant moving and offers me an amused smile.

“You ok?” She grins and my heart pumps a little quicker. “You seem nervous.”

Yeah, I am, I'm always fucking nervous around her.

I nod and fill my glass again, hoping the wine will kick in soon and relax my tense muscles. Molly gives my thigh a fleeting squeeze, before necking the last of her wine and reaching for the bottle to refill.

“So,” I start, unsure how to approach this without upsetting her again. “Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?”

Molly gulps a large mouthful of ruby liquid and twists her body to face me, her legs crossed. “I ended things with Ollie, turns out he had sex with someone else last weekend.” She shrugs sadly, pretending she’s not hurt by his betrayal, but I can see in her cloudy eyes how deeply this has cut her. “Fucker,” I mutter under my breath, “want me to…I don’t know, punch him or something?”

Molly laughs, a real belly laugh and my chest loosens with relief. “No, Kyle, you’re good. I launched a lamp at his head before I stormed out anyway.”

I nod, a breathy laugh on my lips, as I watch her gulp down her wine like it’s juice. I can feel her relaxing in my presence already, not that she's ever been the nervous one. But I know she’s been well and truly fucked over tonight by someone she trusted and I intend to make her forget about him, in whatever way I can.

Chapter 10

Molly

I think we’ve had two bottles of wine between us now, one white, one red. Or maybe it was three bottles, I don’t fucking know. All I know is that the room is wobbling around me a little and Kyle is definitely the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. He’s even laying a hand on my bare thigh, as we sit together, laughing at absolutely nothing like a pair of drunken lunatics. I guess that’s what we are though. He’s also looking significantly hotter by the second — if that’s even possible — and I don’t know if it’s the wine I’ve had, or the fact he’s been flirting with me for weeks now. But I don’t really care to be honest. I’ve wanted him to bend me over the bonnet of his car since the second he stuck his hot, wet tongue in my mouth and rubbed his rock hard dick against me. And now things are well and truly done with Ollie, I'm a free woman.

I watch Kyle take a heavy swig of his wine, his throat bobbing and his solid bicep tensing, as he lifts the glass to his mouth. The vein in his arm strains against his golden skin and I feel my heartbeat drop between my thighs. “Do you wanna fuck?” I blurt and Kyle almost spits a mouthful of ruby liquid across my living room.

His eyes are wide, face paler than a moment ago. “W-what?”

“You heard me,” I coo, shifting nearer and closing the sliver of a gap between our legs. “And if you didn’t, then I’m not saying it again.” Kyle rubs the back of his neck, his ocean eyes fixated on me. “You know I want to fu— I mean, have sex with you. I’ve made that very clear since the moment we met…but you’re drunk.”

I shrug casually, planting my wine glass on the coffee table. “So?” “You’re just upset about Ollie, that’s what this is,” he looks kind of hurt, like he thinks he’s just a second choice. Little does he know, I was ending things with Ollie anyway, because I had my sights set on him. “That’s not what this is. But I guess it is just another reason to fuck me,” I shrug again, “make me feel better, please.” I trail a finger lightly up his taut arm, watching the goosebumps follow my touch.

He wants this, I know he does, he’s just trying to be a gentleman, as usual. He watches my finger journey up to the crease of his elbow, then dance down onto his thigh, making a beeline for his already blatantly hard cock. There’s a high pitched tent in his shorts and I have to clamp my lips together, to stop myself from laughing.

He inhales a shaky breath. “I’m not sure how I feel about this,” “I’ll make it super easy for you Kyle,” I lock eyes with him, “either you fuck me,” he swallows hard, “or you leave, it's your choice.” His bright orbs find my lips, then my eyes, then my lips again and before I can take another breath, he’s crashing down onto me.

“Are you sure?” He breathes into my mouth, an airy pant following, as he grips my waist tightly.

I nod, my mouth parting for his tongue. “Uh-huh,”

My hands immediately search for his crotch, slipping under the waistband of his boxers and wrapping around the hardened treat I find in there. Kyle’s lips open on a moan, his tongue sweeping my bottom lip and my pussy leaps for joy. She knows she’s finally going to get some action, from the guy who’s been the centre of her attention for the last three weeks. I move my hand up and down his length methodically, slowly, but not too slowly, feeling him harden even more in my grip.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Kyle suddenly breathes, gently pushing me back, while I continue to chase his lips. “I haven’t erm…I haven’t had, sex…for a while.” His eyes drop into his lap and a tint of red crawls up his neck, coating the apples of his cheeks.

I bracket his jaw and force his eyes up to mine. “So?”

“I just, I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Stop it. Why is this man so damn cute?

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