Page 41 of The Promise

I run a panicked hand down my face, sweat prickling the back of my neck. “Ok, I'm going home then.” I sigh, grabbing my suitcase and slamming the front door behind me. Sean comes running out after me, his hand grabbing at my elbow.

“You planning on waiting for me? You don’t have your car.” Sean’s fucking cocky eyebrows are high on his forehead, as his teasing smile stares back at me. He knows I'm panicking, my heart racing as I think about the fact that Molly may be potentially ghosting me now.

I swallow hard, chest rising and falling fast. “I’ll just erm, get an Uber or something, so you can stay with Callie.”

He shakes his head. “No, I'm coming back later anyway, so I’ll take you home first. Plus, I need to shower and the one here is shit compared to my extra powerful, electric shower at home.” He ducks back inside to tell Callie he’ll be back soon and I take the chance to check my phone again. Nothing, fucking nothing from her.

By the time we pull up outside our house my heart is beating so hard, thumping in my ears, that I can barely see straight as I go inside, suitcase dragging behind me. Sean throws his shit on the floor as usual and dives head first into the fridge, yanking out an armful of nonalcoholic beers and landing on his ass on the sofa. Nick and Lewis are already engrossed in the Xbox as usual, headphones covering their ears and neither of them even spare me a glance when I land between them on the couch.

“For fuck’s sake Lew, you’re dragging me down to your level here.” Nick complains, yanking his headphones off. “Just fucking quit now, you’re shit today.”

Lewis throws a controller at his head. “It's not my fault you’re cranky as shit and taking it out on the game.”

“God, can you two shut the fuck up?” I spit, elbows on my parted knees, head in my hands. “I’m not in the right head space to listen to your childish fucking bickering today, ok? I’m in a shit mood.”

Nick’s puzzled expression hits me. “Why? You’ve got a naked girl waiting in your bed, what’s to be fucking grumpy about?”

“What?” My eyes shoot up to Nick’s, before the wrinkle between his eyebrows softens and a smirk covers his face.

“You know she’s upstairs right?”

I stand up, looking towards the stairs, then back to Nick. This has got to be him just fucking with me. “You’re messing with me.”

Nick sighs, cupping a tattooed hand around his mouth as he yells, “You ok up there Mol?”

“Yeah, I'm good!” Her sing song voice calls back and my chest almost fucking explodes.

I scamper up the stairs, falling over my own feet multiple times and almost face planting twice, before I reach my bedroom door. I plant my hands against it and swing it open hard, the wood hitting my dresser with a crack that makes Molly turn to face me. Her creamy legs are bare, my jersey covering her torso and her taut nipples poking through the fabric, begging me to suck them between my lips.

“Jesus Christ,” is all I can croak out, sweaty palm scrubbing my jaw as I look at her. The beams of light sparkling from her smile, her ruby tinted cheeks, her tiny freckles, that platinum blonde braid hanging over one shoulder. She’s fucking breathtaking, and being away from her for so long made me forget how stunningly beautiful she is. How she quite literally engulfs my heart in sunshine and warmth, just by looking at the smile she’s wearing right now.

She gets to her feet, pursed lips and sultry gaze locking onto mine. “I missed you, now come over here and fuck me please.”

“Wh-what are you, weaaaring…” I stutter, blowing out a sharp breath as my eyes rake down her slender frame, letting every tiny detail of her body seep into my brain.

She shrugs, blonde braid falling down her back. “Your jersey, I found it on the floor and put it on, thought it was sexy.”

“Yeah, it is, sexy but…” Do I say it now? I really fucking want to say it now. “You know what that means right? You wearing my jersey like that?” Her confused eyes flicker up to mine, her gaze catching the already achingly hard boner that presses against the zip of my jeans.

“It means nothing Davis, now are you going to touch me or what?” She fists her hip, eyebrows rocketing towards her hairline, in that sassy way that they do. She’s getting impatient with me and she doesn’t understand what I'm getting at, I need to stop talking in riddles and just fucking tell her. Come on Kyle, be a man and tell her what you want…her.

“Molly I—” before I can finish my sentence she falls to her knees in front of me, yanking at the elastic of my boxers and letting Lieutenant Davis bounce out, touching her bottom lip when he escapes. She opens her mouth, taking me deep into her throat and forcing the words I was about to say back into my stomach when I swallow them.

“Oh fuck Mol,” I hiss when she swirls her tongue around my tip, quickly taking me deep into the hot, wet heaven that is her mouth again. As fucking unbelievable as this feels, I have to stop it now, before I totally chicken out of my confession. “Molly, get up.”

I pull my dick out from between her moist lips with a pop and haul her up to her feet again. Of course, she’s sassy as fuck the moment she makes eye contact with me and why wouldn’t she be? I just told her to stop sucking my cock like a maniac, who the hell wouldn’t want Molly Crawford’s lips circling their boner like that?

I take her hips in my hands, lowering my voice to a murmur. “You wearing that,” I tip my head, gesturing to my jersey that practically drowns her slim body. “It means you’re mine…like,” I break eye contact, the nerves getting the better of me. “My girl…”

Her deep blue eyes swim with confusion as they narrow at me, a glint of humour woven through their storminess. “Have you taken too many pucks to the head over the last month?”

I flatten my hand on her lower back, pulling her closer. “I’m serious.” “So am I Ky,” she steps out of my grip and creates a bubble of space between us, which I fucking hate. I want to touch her, it makes me feel safe, like she’s not going to end this, like she’s already mine no matter how much she denies it. “You know I don’t want a relationship, I ended things with Ollie for the same reason.”

My chest is heavy, tight. “I’m not Ollie.”

Her eyes soften and she steps into me again, chest pressed against mine as she whispers, “I know, but I'm still not ready for anything that means more than what we already have going on.”

“That’s the point though, isn’t it? This thing between us is already more than just sex and you know it, that’s why you’re panicking right now.” Molly holds my gaze for a beat, the intensity of her bright blue stare creating a galloping in my chest. Until she breaks apart from me again, this time blinking away any chance of her giving in to me, accepting what I'm offering her. She bends down, collecting her jeans from the ground. My neck beads with sweat. “What are you doing? Are you leaving?” Panic, panic, panic, that’s all I feel.

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