Page 65 of Just Joshing
"I," Molly pressed a kiss to my mouth. "Have," another kiss. "To," another. "Go." She pulled back, rolling out of bed.
"Five more minutes." I ordered, reaching for her hand.
"No," she laughed, darting away and heading for the hotel bathroom. "I'm already going to be late and Bess is going to be a raging nightmare if she finds out you spent the night."
I flopped on my back, letting out a beleaguered sigh. "Esa mujer esta loca."
Molly poked her head out the door, a toothbrush stuck out of her mouth. She pulled it out, pointing it at me. "She may be crazy but she's your sister-in-law." She ducked back in.
Soon to be yours too.
I thought of the ring in my overnight bag. I hadn't found the right moment. Maybe today. I thought of Bess' possible reaction and shuddered.
Definitely not today.
I heard the shower run. Fighting a smile, I pushed up from the bed.
Maybe I should get up after all.
???
I hated to say it but the wedding wasn't a disaster. Bess had only broken down twice – both times over inconsequential matters (who the fuck cared if a table runner was oyster and not eggshell?) but Molly calmed her down and the festivities progressed. Now we were done with eating, speeches and cake cutting, and were on to the good part.
Dancing.
Molly, despite the numerous years we'd known each other, had never experienced my moves first hand. I already had a limo ready and waiting to carry us to the closest hotel.
"Come dance with me, Pecas." I whispered, plucking her drink from her hand and twirling her away from the gathered bridesmaids. She laughed, allowing me to spin her across the room and onto the dance floor.
The band struck up a heavy sultry number. I led her through a salsa, her eyes flashing with heat as I dipped and twirled her, enjoying her delighted laughter that quickly turned husky. The song closed and I ended with a swoon worthy dip. She panted, laughing, grinning up at me.
"You're really good at this."
"Pecas, you have no idea." I slowly drew her back up, only to slide her down my body enjoying the press and drag of her curves.
"Fuck it, let's go." She snatched at my hand, pulling me through the crowd towards the entry.
A commotion from the other side of the room interrupted our departure. We paused, turning to look.
"How dare you?" Candy's voice sounded loud in the sudden silence.
"Well, what else was I meant to think?" Molly's brother, one of the twins - I couldn't tell which one from this distance - growled back.
I glanced over at the Bride and Groom, catching my brother's eye. He jerked his head at the door, giving me a wink. I lifted my head in thanks, turning to Molly. I shouldn't have bothered, she'd already made up her mind.
"Nope," Molly shook her head, tightened her grip on my hand and tugged me along. "Not my circus, no longer my monkeys. Let's get out of here while we still can."
I laughed, following her out. I pulled her down a side street and she blinked at the limo.
"You planned this?"
"Pecas, I plan everything."
She laughed, sliding in.
"Where to?" The driver asked.
"Home." Molly whispered, her beautiful eyes glowing in the dark. "Our home."
