Page 68 of Sleepless Nights and Hockey Fights

“He said the counselor is easy to talk to, so that’s a good start, right?” She shrugs and I nod in reassurance. “Anyway, he told me he’s studying right now and I am going to trust that isn’t a lie.”

I reach down and slip her boots off her feet, tossing them behind me. “You being a good mom is incredibly sexy, Molly.”

Her grin turns to a smirk. “You should see me yelling at him when he’s about to miss the bus.”

“You being a realtor and prancing around in your heels and pencil skirts is incredibly sexy.” I unzip her jeans and peel them off her legs.

“What else?” Her breathing has picked up and I’m sure she expects a few of those orgasms I always deliver. But first, I want her to relax.

I reach behind her and pull her up into a seated position so I can unbutton the blouse behind her neck and peel it over her head. Her bra is a lacy black material, matching her pantiesand designed to drive a man insane. Fuck. Maybe we could skip the bath? I mentally give myself a smack across the face.Focus, Rhodes.

“I think you coming between me and my brother today was incredibly brave and most definitely sexy as hell.” I reach around and unclasp her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. I can’t help but cup her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight and watching her nipples pucker under my gaze. But I force myself to release her, pulling her to the side of the bed so I can strip her panties down her legs.

She lets out a yelp as I swing her up into my arms and carry her across the carpeted bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“Bubble bath for you, Ms. Sparks. You’ve worked hard controlling this idiot.” I shoot her a lopsided grin. Molly kisses me and we stop right there in the bathroom for a long moment with her in my arms and our lips locked. Reluctantly, I pull back and set her on her feet in the tub. She sighs and sinks down under the bubbles.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever drawn me a bath. Not since I was a toddler.” Molly leans her head back against the porcelain and closes her eyes, lost in bliss.

My heart aches, knowing she’s been fending for herself for far too long. I make a promise to myself: I’m going to spoil the hell out of her. I’m going to turn all that energy I spent being an idiot and funnel it into making her life easier. Seems like drawing my woman a bubble bath is a better use of my time than punching my brother in the face. Way easier on my knuckles too.

I slip out of the bathroom and get ready for bed. Coach has texted me, so I update him on my mom. He isn’t pressuring me to get back, but I know we have a game the day after tomorrow. I just need to go see Mom again in the morning to know she’s on the mend and to formally apologize for being stupid. I also want to introduce her to Molly. She’s going to love her, I just know it.

A good half hour later I hear water splashing so I go into the bathroom to dry off every inch of Molly’s skin before she can get her own towel. She giggles when I get to her belly and gets that hazy-eyed look when I give her breasts plenty of attention. When she’s fully dry and has tried to stifle a yawn for the third time, I get her back in my arms and deposit her under the covers.

I climb in behind her and pull her in close, tucking her head between my chest and arm. My hand glides across her hip and stays there. Despite how badly I want to slide between her legs and hear her chant my name as she comes undone, I force my hand to rest. She’d let me, I know, but more than sexual release so good it makes my eyes roll back in my head, I want her happy and content.

“I love you,” I whisper into her hair. It hits me that I almost lost her today. Lost this. Lost us. My eyes slide shut as I will away the emotion. I refuse to let that happen again. Molly’s mine. Forever, if she’ll have me.

She reaches up to the arm that’s cushioning her head and intertwines her fingers with mine. “I love you too.”

We fall asleep that way, only waking once around two in the morning. Molly’s eyes are open, staring up at the ceiling.

“Can’t sleep?” My voice is barely an audible scratch.

She shakes her head. “That stupid 2:36am. It’s my nemesis.”

I grunt and slide beneath the covers, rolling over her leg until my face is above her pretty pussy. Sadly, I can’t see her and I contemplate turning on the light, but my whole focus is on making her sleep. Dark it is.

My left hand snakes up her torso to cup her breast. “Bobby,” she breathes, already squirming under me.

I spread her open with my right hand and dive in, leaving not one inch of her unexplored with my tongue. Since it’s the middle of the night, I get serious, zeroing in on her clit and pumping two fingers inside her tight heat. Molly says my name again, but it’smuffled, like she’s buried her face in the pillow. I grin against her flesh and flick my tongue with reckless abandon until she goes stiff beneath me with a loud bark of my name. Her limbs start to quake and then she relaxes every single muscle. I kiss her still, lapping up her taste and wondering if she’d let me do this every night around 2:36.

Eventually, I climb out from under the sheets and pull her into my arms again. It only takes a few seconds for Molly’s breathing to even out as she goes back to sleep. It takes me a little bit longer to make my dick realize it’s not happening for him right now and then I’m out like a light too.

The next morning, we head back to the hospital as soon as visiting hours start. My brothers are night owls, so I have a feeling we’ll get Mom all to ourselves. Molly starts acting nervous when we get to the hallway that leads to Mom’s room.

I spin her into the wall and press her into a kiss too hot for a hospital full of sick people. “She’ll love you just like I do.”

Molly bites her lip, looking up at me. “I hope notjustlike you do.” Her cheeks flare with color and I know she’s thinking of what I did under those sheets to put her back to sleep.

“I like it when you talk dirty, baby,” I whisper against her mouth, intent on saving that poor lip from her teeth.

A throat clearing behind me has us parting. I spin around to see a nurse in scrubs leaving Mom’s room. She’s biting back a smile. “Here for Sue? She’s sitting up and ready for visitors.”

“Thank you.” I take Molly’s hand and we enter the room. I poke my head behind the curtain to see Mom sitting up with a tray of food in front of her. Molly, being the genius I’ve fallen in love with, convinced me to stop and pick up Mom’s favorite pastries in town, informing me that hospital food sucks.

“Good morning, Mom,” I say quietly, not wanting to scare her.

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