Page 39 of The Promise

“No,” Molly snaps, yanking my wrist down from my face. “This isn’t your fault Kyle, don't you dare even think that. She’s the one with the drug problem and it’s not fair on you that she calls you to bail her out all the time, and yet never bothers to even check in on you.” She heaves a sigh and strokes my cheek. “You’re her son, she should care about you…but she only cares about herself and I think you’ve done the right thing by cutting her off. She drains you and I see it, I don't want that for you. You’re a brilliant son, but it’s not your job to fix her.”

I sit up, staring at her in utter fucking awe of her perfection, and I'm not talking about her body, I'm talking about her heart, her soul. She's so pure, so kind and gentle and god damn perfect, I can barely breathe from looking at her too hard. She holds my stare, blinking slowly and before she has a chance to say anything I crash down onto her, plummeting us both down to the mattress in a smothering embrace. I suck at her neck, Molly’s fingernails clawing at my back as I yank her shorts down her legs and bury my face in her hot, waiting pussy. She tastes like everything I could ever dream of, sweet and wet as I tease her clit with my teeth, pulling it between them while she curses my name and her back snaps up into an arch. I grip her thighs hard, probably marking her with purple bruises, but I don't care, she’s mine and I want people to know it.

“Kyle, please, I—I” She cries, clamping a palm over her mouth to muffle her screams as she comes all over my face, my tongue, my lips, everywhere I want her. I flip us as soon as she’s finished, smacking a kiss to her jaw and sinking my entire length deep inside her aching pussy. She’s so fucking ready for me, like she always is, I swear this girl was fucking made for me. Her hands find my hair, tugging, gasping. “Jesus Kyle, you’re so big.” “Come for me again baby, come all over my cock.” I coo, sucking a path of possessive swells up her neck, across her collar bone, ending under her jaw. She cries out again, louder this time as I slam into her, my dick hitting so deep it feels like it’s in her stomach while the heaviness builds in the base of my spine. I want to just spill my entire load inside her perfect pussy, letting her clench around me and drain every last drop of come from me, but instead I keep going. I thrust harder, faster, everything she begs of me directly into my ear, her breath hot and sweet as the heat travels down my neck. I feel her clench around me, her pussy tightening and another orgasm crashing over her like a wave, washing her out to sea and sending her eyes rolling into the back of her head. That’s when I let myself go, releasing the pent up anger, the hurt, all of it into her, my sunshine. I fill her with my come, the moisture dripping out of her when I remove my already deflating dick and clean up my mess.

“My god, that was intense,” she breathes, head flopping back onto the pillow. “I think you bruised me a little.”

“What? Did I hurt you?” I panic, eyes casting over her creamy skin, where I could have damaged her.

She plants a hand against my chest. “Stop worrying, you didn’t hurt me. It was just a little…rough.” She flashes me a wink, lips tipping into a smirk. “But I like rough, you know that.”

I dive on top of her naked body, smothering her in my love, but still never letting the word leave my lips, no matter how desperate I am to. So instead, I simply show her how I feel about her. Peppering kisses all over her chest, swiping a tongue over one rosy nipple, then the other, travelling down her tight stomach. I ghost over the blue gem that sits neatly in her belly button, before pulling it with my teeth and watching her stomach tense as my hand slides down it, running along her baby soft skin.

How did I get so fucking lucky? Why did she ever give me a chance? Even five minutes with her would be enough for a lifetime.

I have no idea how, but at some point I lay my head on her bare stomach and we both fall asleep. Because when I wake up, that’s where I still am, cheek pressed against her lightly tanned skin, arms wrapped around her middle. I crawl up to lay beside her, nuzzling my face into the warmth of her neck and humming with satisfaction as she stirs in my arms. “Good morning,” she whispers, “you feeling ok?”

I nuzzle deeper into her neck, soaking up her sweet smell. “Uh-huh, how couldn’t I be feeling ok, waking up with a naked girl wrapped around me?” “You’re funny Davis,”

I titter, lifting my face to place a wet kiss against her lips. “I know, you’re going to miss me when I go away next week aren’t you?”

She nods, eyes falling away from mine. “Yeah, I really am. Pocket rocket will keep me busy though, so don’t worry too much.”

I grin at her and her bright smile makes my heart race. I sink my fingers into her sides, tickling her until she can barely breathe and I'm almost pissing myself watching her. When she rolls away from me, getting to her feet, flipping me a bird and sauntering off to the bathroom, I lay back and close my eyes. I have to tell her soon, the words are teetering on the tip of my tongue. The deep, unwavering love I have for her is so fucking heavy in my chest, it feels like my lungs might cave in on me. I’m going to Canada for a month of competitions and when I get back I'm going to tell her everything. How much I love her, how much I want her, every single bit of her and I want to give her every bit of me too. As far as I'm concerned, I'm already her’s, to destroy or to keep, whatever she wants, my heart is her’s.

Chapter 28

Molly

This is the day I’ve been dreading, the day Kyle and his team leave for Canada for a whole month. This is a really important part of the season for them and going to a country like Canada for an entire month would be at the centre of a lot of hockey players’ dreams, especially whilst they’re still in university. But Kyle doesn’t seem all that happy about going, as he crouches down on his bedroom floor, stuffing yet another pair of brand new shoes into his suitcase and glancing up at me with a frown. I’m going to miss him, so god damn much I feel nauseous, but I can’t tell him that, I don’t want him feeling guilty or focusing on me whilst he’s there. His team need him to be on the ball and I want him to know that I’ll be here, waiting for him when he gets back, like I always am.

Kyle stands up, hands landing on either side of my face. “I don’t want to go,” he shakes his blonde head, bright eyes darkening with sadness. “I don’t want to leave you for a whole month Mol, it’s so shit.”

I want to make him feel better, but it’s harder than usual to stretch my face into a smile. “You have to go Ky, this is really important for you, you’ll be back before you know it.”

He huffs a loud sigh and drops his hands from my face. “Yeah, I know.” He takes my fingers in his, threading our hands together and leading me down the stairs into his living room, where the rest of the guys gather with their bags. Nick and Lewis throw me a nod as they pass, leaving through the front door and packing their suitcases into the car that’s parked waiting for them out front. Sean has Callie in a tight hug, whispering things into her ear as he holds her in his arms. I can tell he doesn’t want to go to Canada either, leaving Callie and his unborn baby to fend for themselves for a month. The thing is with Sean, I know for a fact that if Callie so much as felt a tiny twinge in her stomach, he’d be on the first flight back, no hesitation. And anyway, he doesn’t need to worry about her and his baby girl, I'm here to look after them while he’s away and I'll do a damn good job of catering to Callie’s every need…like I always have. That girl has always been a princess, even before she met Sean.

“Better go man,” Sean murmurs, gesturing at Kyle, who’s face looks like it’s melting as he frowns so deeply. Sean drops one last long kiss to Callie’s lips, before bending down to cradle her stomach, talking through her bellybutton to his unborn daughter.

Kyle’s eyes find mine, solemn and dark. “I erm…better, go then.” He grips the nape of his neck, checking over his shoulder. Sean leaves through the front door and Callie trudges up the stairs with the face of a grieving widow.

I nod, tears threatening to escape, but I sniff them back. “Ok, I guess I’ll see you in a month then.”

“Yeah…” he scratches his head, uncertain gaze lifting to mine. “We’ll still talk though, right? I can call you can’t I? I won’t bother you everyday but, I can like, I can just call you…sometimes, or I—”

I grab his handsome face, sealing our lips in a kiss. “You can call me everyday, all day, everyday if you want to.”

Kyle’s face lights up, jaw relaxing and grin making my heart ache. “Ok,” he lets out a relieved breath. “Great, I’ll call you everyday then.” I hold out my pinky for him and he flashes me a toothy grin. “Promise?” Kyle crashes into me, his body cocooning mine in it’s warmth, his cinnamon smell and his strong arms around me. “I promise baby.” He buries his face into the crevice of my neck and inhales deeply, drinking up every last drop before he has to leave. The sound of an impatient car horn makes us jump apart, my heart thudding in my chest, both from the shock of the sound and also what it means. He has to go, right now. “I’ll miss you, please don’t get bored and start seeing someone else while I'm away.” He whispers, forehead pressing into mine.

I close my eyes, halting the tears that want to fall. “I would never do that to you,” another beep of the horn. “You better go, they’re getting impatient out there.”

Kyle nods, swallowing hard and running a hand down his gorgeous face. “Ok, I’ll call you when we get there.” His lips land on mine for a beat, the taste of his tongue sweeping across my lower lip.

As he heads for the front door, suitcase dragging behind him, I'm suddenly reminded of his last words. He asked me not to get bored of him,…as if I could ever do that. He has no idea how I feel about him and that’s what makes him all the more fucking addictive. He’s so sweet, caring, nurturing, everything a girl could ever want and yet he continues to see himself as someone who is vanilla, boring and forgettable, when he’s anything but. “Hey, by the way,” I say, stopping him just as he steps over the threshold of the front door, peeping back around to look at me. “I could never get bored of you…like, ever.”

His eyes sparkle, tongue darting out to wet his lips, before he breathes a light laugh of relief and disappears from view, hauling the front door closed behind him.

Jesus, I'm going to miss that face.

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