Page 7 of The Promise

“It looks good on you,” I murmur, keeping my eyes fixed onto road, when I feel the familiar warmth spreading up my neck. “Would look better on my bedroom floor though.”

I sneak a glance in her direction when she doesn’t respond and I catch her, eyes bright and shining, mouth spread in a megawatt grin. The heat immediately leaves my cheeks and neck, relief replacing it and bringing my skin back down to it’s normal temperature.

“That’s a new confidence I’ve not seen in you yet,” she pats my thigh and my dick tenses at her proximity to him. “I like it.”

I have to distract the poor guy, he’s already fighting against my zip and I won’t just turn a shade of red if she notices that, I’ll set myself on fucking fire. I need to change the subject and fast.

“So, what sport do you play?”

“Who says I play any sport?” She teases, as I pull into the car park in front of her dorm building.

“Well, I don’t know if you noticed Barbie, but this is a sports university, you have to be an athlete to get in.” I secure the hand break and yank the key out, as the cutting of the engine plunges us into silence.

She un-clicks her seatbelt, flinging one sculpted leg over the other. “I’m a runner.”

“Ah, that explains it then…” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth to hold back the smile. She’s so easy to talk to.

Molly sighs and I let myself catch her eyes. “Explains what?” “Why you’re so good at running from me,” I half whisper and Molly’s laughter fills the car, making my chest tight as she flings her head back. Her hand comes to land on my shoulder and my skin tingles. “You’re funny Davis,”

The proximity of our faces right now is definitely not safe. Her lips are so close I could smash mine against them, before she had chance to realise what was happening. I can taste her breath on my tongue, the aroma of pineapple and some other exotic fruit invading my pores. Her lips part on a jagged breath and I know her train of thought is on the exact same track as mine, heading for the same destination. She wants me to kiss her and fuuuck do I want to kiss her too.

I swallow hard and grab the tiny bit of courage I have by the balls. “Let me kiss you, please. That’s not breaking the rules of your agreement with Ollie right?”

Molly’s eyes flicker to my lips, then back to my eyes, as she considers my request. I watch her throat constrict on a tight swallow, silently fighting against what she wants to do and what she thinks she should do. “I don’t know,” she whispers, her usual confidence buried beneath the battle she’s fighting. “I’m not sure how flexible the line is to be honest.” I take one last look at her pouty lips, the way they’re parted ever so slightly, inviting me in for a taste and I take her face in my hands.

“That’s good enough for me,” I press our lips together, lightly at first, but within half a second Molly’s fingers are wrapped in my hair, tightening the kiss.

“Oh god, me too.” She moans into my mouth and I swipe my warm tongue across her bottom lip, asking permission. She lets me in immediately and meets my tongue with a sweep of her own, which takes me toppling over the edge, fisting her jersey in my hand and hauling her into my lap. She climbs the centre console, never breaking the kiss and straddles my thighs. She’s pressing her warm need into my dick, that’s currently throbbing behind the material of my trousers. I could fuck her right here, right now, but I know she won’t let me. I respect the fuck out of the fact that she’s loyal to Ollie, that she doesn’t just let anyone into the wet heaven between her thighs. But damn, do I wish she wasn’t seeing someone else right now. More than that, I wish I’d known about her existence way before now, why did Callie keep her hidden from me all this time? The spark between us is undeniable and as our lips continue to get tangled in each other, I know there’s no way I’ll be able to stay away from her now. She grinds against me, clearly feeling my hardened cock against the apex of her thighs. Molly’s breathing turns into airy moans against my lips, loving the way our bodies feel moving against each other. Sean’s words from earlier replay in my head. Would I wait for her? Fuck yeah I would, I already know that. Maybe I'm crazy, but I haven’t felt this level of electric attraction to a girl for ages. The raw, sexual magnetism that makes me consider just begging her to suck me dry right now. But I don’t.

When I feel the kiss naturally slowing, I pull us apart, sucking my breath back. Molly’s eyes are wild with need, they flicker constantly to my lips again, before she lets out a heavy breath and swings her braid over her shoulder.

“Jesus Kyle, that was…something.” Her musical laugh is everything, totally contagious and I blow out a sharp chuckle too.

“Yeah, I know. Can we…do it again?” I try, but she shakes her head immediately, climbing out of my lap and dropping back into the passenger seat with a sigh.

“Better not push it,” she says, yanking her hair tie out and letting her bright locks fall loosely down her back. She lifts her jersey over her head and shakes out her hair, before looking across and beaming at me. I just stare at her, totally mesmerised by every movement she makes. She’s left in a white crop top, she’s clearly braless and her nipples wave hello to me through the sheer material. I wish I could dip my head right now and take one between my lips. That fucking belly button gem sparkles in the light again too, everything about her is so sexy, it’s driving me a little insane. She catches me looking at her taut stomach and digs her teeth into her still swollen lower lip. “What?”

I shake my head, raking a nervous hand through my blonde hair. “Nothing, just thinking about taking that thing between my teeth, when I make you come all over my hand.”

“Woah Kyle, that’s, yeah, that’s…erm, I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“I’ve rendered you speechless? Or turned you into an anxious, stuttering mess like me?” I laugh and she joins me, resting her hand on my thick thigh. My skin prickles at her touch, even though I just had her tongue probing around inside my mouth. The live wire is active again, setting the buzzing between us. It’s addictive, this energy and it’s bringing out the confidence that’s living deep inside me.

Chapter 7

Molly

Kyle’s thick hand wraps around my wrist, twisting it up to the sky, as he peers at the tiny scrawling tattoo that’s etched just below where my hand joins my arm.

His eyebrows scrunch. “You have a tattoo?”

“Yeah, got it when I was 18.” I murmur, watching his piercing eyes trace the lines of the word that’s lightly scrawled across my skin. “My mum was so pissed.”

“What does it mean?” He says quietly, twisting my wrist this way and that, as if he’ll somehow be able to see my blood running under my skin if he looks hard enough.

“Can you read?” I tease and his gaze hovers on mine for a beat, then the stuttering starts again, the nerves back with full force, even though he had his lips on mine only a few minutes ago.

“Yeah I erm…I just meant erm…like, does it—”

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