Page 9 of The Promise

It's Saturday, fucking finally and Lewis, Nick, Sean and I have plans to go out tonight, mainly to celebrate a successful week of games. We’ve been trampling the opposing teams this week, beating all of them with flying colours and taking multiple six-nil wins under our belts. I think we all deserve to kick back and get shit faced tonight.

I swipe across Molly’s newest Instagram photo, her and Callie smushed together and smiling widely, as they hold up their cocktails to the camera. It feels like she’s looking into my soul, her deep blue eyes dragging me into her dungeon and holding me hostage there, all the while not letting me visit her magic kingdom. God, I wish she’d let me fuck her, or just kiss her, I’d get on my knees and beg if she’d just let me smash my lips onto her’s again.

I feel a looming presence peer over my shoulder. “You’re chasing her,” I look back at Sean, his usual cocky grin in place. “I don’t chase, I'm not you Sean,” I get up from the couch and intentionally barge past him, which only makes him laugh. “I’m slowly wooing her instead, like a gentleman.” I shrug, reaching for the Pepsi that’s sitting inside the fridge door and twisting the cap with a hiss.

Sean grabs a glass, sliding it across to me. “Since when are you a gentleman?”

I huff a dry laugh, filling his glass as well as mine with fizzy goodness. “I’ve always been respectful with the ladies.”

“Yeah,” Sean takes a large gulp, his throat bobbing. “But this stuttering mess is definitely not your usual style.”

I jab his ribs with my fist and he wraps his free arm around my neck, tackling me into his side, as I thump my fist against him. Soon the two of us are play fighting like toddlers, Lewis coming between us to mediate like we’re two naughty school children.

“You two fucking annoy me,” he grumbles, finishing the rest of our drinks with a flip of the bird, before landing back on the sofa with a sigh. “So,” Nick says from behind me, leaning against the island. “This thing with Molly Crawford, is it like…serious? Or just a quick fuck you’re looking for?”

“Ok Jeremy Kyle,” I laugh at his serious questioning. “erm…I don’t know really, it’s not like a relationship thing but, I guess I would like to see her more than once. Molly doesn’t do one night stands, she does friends with benefits. So I guess I could be that…maybe, oh god I don’t fucking know, all I know is I want to watch her fingernails sink into my headboard.” I scrub the back of my neck, groaning with a scratch on my jaw. I don’t know why I can’t let this go, why I can’t just leave her alone and find someone else to satisfy my sexual craving. She’s with Ollie and I’ve never done this friends with benefits thing before. I’ve only had sex with the same girl on repeat, a few times in my life and that ended pretty quickly each time. I’ve never committed to just having sex with one girl, still with no emotional strings attached. I guess it sounds kind of fun though. Nick scoffs with disbelief. “Have fun with that man, she’s fucking wild.” He murmurs, dumping his empty plate in the sink and trudging up the stairs.

What does he mean she’s wild? I have no fucking idea what Nick means by that, but I intend to find out.

“Fuck,” is what flies out of my mouth in a muttered curse, as I flick my finger across my screen. The goddess I’ve become obsessed with over the last few weeks, currently has my brain melting into a puddle. She’s sent me a photo, a fucking photo. I wish I could say I was surprised, but our messages have been becoming more and more sexually charged since we kissed. And not being able to see her, kiss her again or maybe dip my fingers into her ocean, has made the two of us extra horny I think. I slam the phone to my chest as I sit on the couch, waiting for my friends to get ready so we can go out for celebratory drinks tonight. I take another sneak peak at the photo Molly sent and oh my god is she a fucking angel. She’s not naked like I wish she was, but the lacy thong and matching bra that cover the parts of her I'm dying to see, don’t leave much to the imagination. I guess sexting isn’t against her rules.

Her body is incredible. Creamy thighs that lead directly to the wet heaven that lies between them, the curve of her hips and her tight, lightly tanned stomach, the blue dangly gem drawing me in again. Her tits are fucking perfect too, just over a handful each and I can’t wait to take my tongue to those pert nipples, that scream out to me through the barely there lace. “Ready man?”

“Jesus Christ!” My phone jumps between my fingers like a bar of soap and clatters to the living room floor. I practically dive on it, smothering the half naked photo of Molly with my chest like a fucking lunatic.

“You good Ky?” Sean snickers from above me, as I yank the phone out from beneath my body and lock the screen as quickly as possible to avoid any wandering eyes.

“Yeah, yeah I'm erm…I'm good, let’s go.” I stammer, running a half shaking hand through my blonde bristles and trying to ignore Sean’s confused smile.

Sean holds his hands up. “I don’t wanna know,” he gestures to the front door, where Lewis and Nick are waiting. “Come on, I have to stop by Callie’s on the way.”

Oh, fuck yes.

Callie, Molly and Anais’ dorm is on campus, unlike our shared house, which is about five minutes off the university site. They’re in a huge tower block like building, with modern glass windows that reach from floor to ceiling and an elevator that moves at the speed of light, all while you feel absolutely no movement at all. Nick and Lewis are waiting extremely impatiently in the lobby of the dorm building, whilst I insisted on accompanying my best friend up to his girlfriend’s room. Obviously I'm here looking for one spicy blonde though, and Sean knows exactly what I'm up to, planting a firm hand against my chest, before opening Callie’s front door.

“Don’t fuck about with Molly man, I'm not kidding, Callie will somehow make it my fault if you fuck over her best friend.” He warns, his caramel eyes darker than usual. But I also see the shift in his demeanour, that protective instinct creeping into his expression.

I hold my hands up in innocence. “Swear, I just want to say hi to her.” Sean nods once and clicks open his girlfriend’s front door, seeing her curled up on the couch under a mountain of fleece blankets, watching some cringey chick flick. He leans down, covering her cheeks with his huge hands and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

My chest does a weird jumpy thing as I watch them, Sean dropping his nose to Callie’s and muttering a quiet, “I love you, just come to grab my jacket and wallet.”

He disappears into her bedroom and I drop down next to Callie on the couch, the coffee table littered with sweet wrappers and a pile of wet tissues, which I pray are from her crying and not from anything else. “You good Cal?” I say and she moves her eyes from the screen to assess me intently.

“Yeah…what’s the deal between you and Molly?”

Ok, she’s just going to come right out with it, no problem.

I scratch the back of my neck, my usual nervous tactic. “Erm, I don’t really know right now Cal, it’s kind of…complicated.”

“Huh,” she muses, pursed lips hiding her smile. “Doesn’t seem that complicated to me. You want her and she wants you, you guys may as well just fuck and be done with it.” She stands up from the sofa, leaving me slack jawed and utterly speechless. I wish her best friend would see it the same way.

Sean bowls out of her bedroom, as she searches the fridge for more snacks, a blanket hanging off her shoulders like a cape. “Ok baby, got my shit.” He points to me, “Let’s go Ky,” I stand up and brush off my jeans, why? I don’t fucking know, I'm just on edge after Callie’s bluntness a moment ago. Sean smacks another hard kiss to Callie’s lips and a pat-pat to her ass, before yanking open the front door and stepping out into the hallway. Before he makes it fully out though, he’s shoved out of the way by a blonde whirlwind, who barrels through Sean like he’s invisible. I know it’s her before I even register what’s happening. Her pineapple laced scent permeates the air around us and the pit of my stomach opens wide, like a gaping hole waiting for something to drop into it. But then, she sniffs and the hole in my stomach closes fast, the sloshing anxiety taking over. I spot a fleeting tear drip down her cheek as she weaves past me, not even sparing me a glance.

“Mol?” Callie calls cautiously after her, as she blows down the hallway and into her bedroom with the slam of the door. “Molly?”

Callie looks at Sean and I for a moment, the two of us stuck to the spot with confusion as to what the fuck just happened. Why is Molly upset? Who the fuck made her cry? The rage I feel right now can’t be normal. I’ve known this girl approximately five minutes and yet seeing her teary eyed is causing the blood to pump faster around my muscles, preparing them to smack whoever made her eyes burst with moisture.

Chapter 9

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