Page 16 of Straight, No Chaser
Fuck me. She's in my bedroom. Again. And this time I'm not drunk, and she's not terrified.
A shy smile, soft but hesitant, glows on her gorgeous face. She twists her fingers together before her gaze drops to her bare feet. Fucking stunning in her purple tank top and white and lilac swirly yoga pants.
"Hi."
"Hi, angel."
The grin doubles in intensity matching my cock coming to life, and she looks up again. "I wasn't sure what time you went to bed but I know you stay up late so I didn't want to come too soon but if you want me to leave—"
The rambling. She's nervous, and I'm so fucking confused. "I never want you to leave, but I don't understand..."
This time I trail off when her face falls, blushing with embarrassment. Huge eyes meet mine. "But last night you said...I guess you were drunk and didn't mean...God, I shouldn't have believed..."
She blows out a deep breath, realizing she's not making much sense. "I'm so sorry. I'll go."
What the fuck did I say to her? Regardless of what I told her, I'm not missing this opportunity to implement my plan and get her into my bed. My fingers slide around her delicate wrist trying to be as gentle as I can when she starts to turn away. "No. I want you here. With me."
All the fucking time. I loosen my grip but don't release her. Too afraid she'll run away. And never come back.
"I should leave."
She points to the hallway over her shoulder with a trembling finger, and I slam the door shut behind her. Proving my point. Eliminating any argument. Making her mine.
If she was any other woman I would back her up against the thick wood and take her right there. Push her up the smooth surface by her ass cheeks and pump into her until I was empty. Which is exactly what it would feel like. Just a meaningless fuck.
With Molly, I can't. For the first time ever, I actually don't want to. I mean I want to fuck her. God do I want to fuck her until neither one of us can fucking think straight. But, if she's going to stick around, really be there as a mother for Eli, I have to treat her like I would a wife. Not a one night stand. Not my plaything. She can’t ever feel anything but worshiped. "Stay."
She watches my thumb stroke over her arm, goosebumps rising on her ivory skin. I swear to fucking god she shivers from my touch. Her nipples hardening under her shirt and straining against the fabric. Just like my hungry dick.
"Okay."
Her breathless tone makes my own body tighten. It takes everything in me to let her go and be the gentleman she thinks I am. "Good."
Her body seems to relax, and she looks around, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "What do you want to do now?"
Jesus Christ.Fucking damn this woman is so blessed innocent saying shit like that. I mean she could fucking strip, and I could tie her to my headboard with her silk panties. Or let me bend her over the sofa. Or drop to her knees and show me everything she can do with that sweet mouth. This angel makes it so fucking hard to be good. "I need to brush my teeth."
I stride to the bathroom, desperate to be alone and get my shit together. But of course, she follows me. Hopping up on the counter, and smiling that enormous smile.
"We missed you at dinner. I guess you had a pretty hectic day?"
Small talk. Of which my skills are so fucking lacking. Doesn't require much conversation after my brother primes their pussies for me and I roll on a condom. We all know what we're there for.
Nodding, I mumble through the toothpaste. "Yeah, really busy."
"When I picked up Eli today, Miss Abigail said he's doing so well with his handwriting. He's already working on short sentences. She said he's one of the best writers in the class."
Fuck yeah he is. Satisfaction pounds in my chest, and I head bob like a dumb ass from pride I don't deserve but fucking love just the same.
"I talked to my Mom today too. She invited us to stay with them when we come for the Sweet Corn Festival." A nervous laugh bubbles in her throat. "She said to warn you it's nothing fancy. I told her you don't care about stuff like that and not to worry so much."
The euphoria from Eli's success instantly dies. Damn, it's like she's stabbed a blade right through my chest. Fucking guilt that I'm not used to and don't fucking like. Only she has this power over me. "Sure. It'll be fine. I'm just looking forward to meeting them."
My reward is her beautiful face lighting up like the sun. She's excited about the trip. And the lame ass pussy inside me, who's somehow lost his fucking balls, hopes at least some of her enthusiasm stems from me coming along.
I spit and rinse, tensing from the awkwardness growing between us and this fucked up slumber party we seem to be having. Pretty soon we'll be fucking pillow fighting and stuffing ourselves with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Fuck this shit. I'm taking charge. Owning her like everything and everyone else.
After tossing my spin brush into the drawer, I glide in front of her, boxing her in between the mirror and towel bar. Wishing her nervous tongue was licking me instead of her lips. "I may not remember everything I said last night, but I sure as hell remember what we did."
