Page 48 of Straight, No Chaser
Overwhelming and encompassing jealousy floods my body like poison. A feeling I’ve never experienced before. No need for possessiveness when I was just fucking a stranger for a few hours. Not giving a damn if she had a boyfriend or husband at home as long as I got her pussy and tits for the night. But now, with Molly, I could kill this fucker just for looking at her.
“What time do you get off work? Maybe we can all go to the beer garden together later?”
Fucking terrible idea. He pauses from his scan of crowd, and smiles down at her. Pleased from her request.
“Not until seven am. I’m on night shift this week for the festival.”
“That’s too bad.”
Nope, it’s great. Fucking perfect. Get the fuck out of here.
“I know. How long are you staying? Maybe I can stop by your parents’?”
“Luciano has to leave tomorrow for work, but I’m staying through Monday.”
I swear to fucking god a smirk crosses his lips to hear of my departure. That I will beat off of him if he fucking tries anything with her. See that ring on her finger, motherfucker? She’s mine.
My body must stiffen because she caresses my hand, clutching my forearm, and glances at me. Worry lining her forehead.
“Okay, I’ll come by, and we can catch up.” He fucks with the squawking radio pinned to his shoulder, responding to the request for assistance. Nodding to me, then her, he strides away a few steps, before being absorbed by the massive crowd.
“I’m so glad you got to meet each other.”
Eli’s race down the platform saves me from replying. Which is good because she does not want to hear my opinion about him. Or his so fucking obvious ploy to get her alone.
“I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”
He hops from one foot to the other. All of the bottled water he gulped down after jumping in the bounce houses ready to depart his system. I scoop him up so we can walk faster and let her lead us to the courthouse, where a line of women snakes down the steps and around the building. A knowing chuckle bubbles in her mouth.
“You’ll be done long before I will so wait for me over there.”
She points to an inflatable clown, white gloved hands holding up aLost Parents Meeting Placeplacard. Hesitation drops my stomach. We shouldn’t separate. My ire over Sean fucks with my brain, making me even crazier than normal. As always, she reads my mind and offers me a reassuring smile with her nod.
“It’s right here. I’ll be fine.”
Eli grabs his crotch, flexing up and down on the concrete. “I’ve really got to go!”
Damn it. “Okay, we’ll hurry.”
We hustle inside, with him already fumbling with his zipper. I can’t help but laugh from the relieved smile filling his face as he goes. After what feels like five minutes he finally finishes and washes his hands. Molly would be proud he cleaned them without me even having to remind him. “All right little man, let’s find Molly and get some real food.”
Forced by the layout of the restroom setup, we exit the backside of the building. He points to one of the food stands as we weave through the crowd to our original location.
“Cookies?”
“No, cheeseburgers.”
He mulls that over, his face scrunching deep in thought. Probably trying to figure out how to convince me to give him both.
“Maybe we can?”
My chuckle dies in my throat from catching sight of Boz flying in front of us from the right. I follow my bodyguard’s laser focus, and fury explodes in my chest. A shaking hand, circled by black and white diamonds, peeks out from behind a banner hanging across a small alcove.
Molly.
The fabric blows in the breeze again, revealing a man hulking over, his fist pounding above her head as he screams words I can’t make out. Motherfucker. He yelps with surprise before having his face bashed into the concrete from my guy tackling him from behind. I’ll fucking kill him later. Right now all I can see is her. Trembling with fear. Watery trails flowing down her pink cheeks.
“Molly!”
