Page 15 of The Promise

Sean simply shrugs. “She can say whatever she wants man, she sucks my dick.”

Kyle rolls his eyes and gifts me a fleeting grin.

“Anyway,” Sean continues, “you got your own way in the end, so I don’t know why you’re complaining. Honestly well done, she’s a tough one to crack.” He says, looking at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I will murder you Sean,” my eyes narrow and his Adam’s apple bobs. What’s with these two huge hockey players, thick muscly thighs and bulging biceps, being scared of two barely five-foot women?

“So,” Callie smirks behind the rim of her coffee cup. “How was it?” “The sex?” Kyle responds, looking to me for help. I gesture for him to take centre stage and he swallows hard, wiping a drop of coffee from his lips. “It was—”

“Best fuck of his life.” I finish for him, popping a hip and smiling teasingly at Kyle, who’s trying so hard to hide his prideful grin.

He shuffles his feet a little, raking his blonde hair and his eyes land back on me. “I’m going to…shower if, if that’s ok?”

“Go for it,” I tip my head towards the hallway. “Bathroom’s just next to my room.”

He nods with a timid smile and leaves the kitchen, earning a smack on his firm ass as he passes me. “I fucking love hockey butts,” I tease and Kyle’s cheeks flush with a light shade of red, before he disappears around the corner. I spread my palms, demonstrating, whilst looking at Sean and Callie as I mouth, ‘fucking massive dick’ at them. Callie snickers and Sean almost falls off the fucking barstool with laughter, his eyes creasing, whilst Callie rolls her’s at him as usual.

I take a seat opposite them, taking a sip of hot coffee and warming my hands with my mug. “Why is he so nervous around me? He just cracked me in half with his dick and now he’s shuffling around, mumbling his words again.”

“Can’t help you there Mol,” he lifts his shoulders casually, then drops them. “He’s not usually like this with girls…but there aren’t many girls like you.” His blinding grin has my chin on my fist, fluttering my eyelashes at him playfully.

“I know, thanks Sean.” I smile and Callie lifts one sculpted brow at me. “Not sure that was a compliment Molly,” she muses and Sean tenses beneath her.

He drops his mouth to her ear, whispering, “Shhh, she’ll claw my eyes out.” That I would.

Sean lifts Callie from his knee and pats her ass as he leaves. “Just going to get ready baby.”

She flicks him a thumbs up and drains the rest of her coffee, sliding her cup across the island, for me to put in the sink for her. Fucking princess. I guess I should get dressed too, Mike will be expecting me in the next hour and I don’t need to have him kicking my ass all day because I was late. I dump the mugs in the sink, promising myself I’ll wash them when I get home later, and make my way back to my bedroom. Kyle is still in the shower and as I throw on my running clothes, I hear the water shut off, steam seeping out from under the door and creating a cloud in the hallway. I tap lightly on Anais’ bedroom door, that’s been closed all of last night and still this morning. Surely she has training too if Callie does.

I hear nothing on the other side, so I twist the knob gently and push it open. The smell of half burnt, rose scented candle wax hits me and the sunlight pours through the open blinds. She’s not here though and the bed has definitely not been slept in.

“Hey Cal,” I yell down the hallway, “you spoken to Nay since yesterday?” “No,” she yells back, wariness in her tone. “Why?”

Where the hell is that girl? I hope she’s ok.

I dig in my pocket for my phone and call her, muttering a quiet, “Thank god,” when she answers almost immediately.

“Where the fuck are you? Did you stay out all night?” My breathing is shallow, panicked a little at the thought of my friend being in some sort of trouble. But Anais simply laughs.

“I’m good Mol, don’t stress, I was with Sophia.”

Ew, why would she be with that bitch?

I’m not on the gymnastics team, so I’ve never had the pleasure of Sophia’s company. But I’ve heard enough about her from Callie, to know she’s not someone I’d like to get acquainted with.

“I thought you had better taste in friends than her,” I grimace, turning to see Kyle walking towards me.

Anais chuckles again. “I stayed at her house last night because we have a joint project and we didn’t finish it until 2am.”

Kyle’s arms come around my waist from behind, his fingers dancing over my bellybutton stone. I let out an audible moan, as his hand travels lower. He hasn’t even touched me yet, not really, but the memory of the magic that this man’s fingers can do, has my legs quivering already. I hang up the phone without even saying goodbye to Anais and instead, twisting in Kyle’s grasp to face him. His hair is damp, sticking in different directions and his bright blue eyes are dazzling as they coast over me, before landing on my face again.

“Ky, come on we’re going to be late and coach will have us by the balls!” Sean calls and Kyle’s face drops a little with disappointment. I don’t want him to leave yet either, I'd love another game of hide the pickle, but we both have a busy schedule today.

“I guess I better get my ass moving,” he gestures to the front door, where Sean and Callie are engaged in a round of much too noisy tonsil tennis. They’re not looking at us though and that’s why Kyle dips his face closer to mine, his breath ghosting my lips. “Thank you for…you know, last night.” The soft smile that graces his expression is yanking at my heart strings, he’s so fucking sweet it’s giving me toothache.

“You’re welcome,” I press up on my toes to lessen the gap between our faces and my nose lightly brushes his. “Thanks for letting me play with your dick, it was fun.”

Kyle cracks a light laugh that hits me in the stomach, as his eyes fall to my lips. “Can I…can I kiss you goodbye?”

“Of course you can,” I smile, brushing my mouth over his jaw as I whisper. “If you’re going to fuck me on a regular basis, then you can put your tongue in my mouth whenever you want.”

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