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“Get off!” Trevor wailed. “Get off, Noah, I’m sorry!”
It was enough to pause the blows, just for a moment, and in that moment, Trevor flipped him and got him to the ground, and the tables were turned. Noah took three punches right to the face and another to the stomach. He curled up, the pain sharp and horrible, but the blows didn’t stop. Trevor hit him again and again, in the face and chest and stomach, and Noah started to think he’d been wrong to get into this. He couldn’t get his hands in front of his face, and couldn’t get Trevor off him again.
This was bad.
Then someone else screamed and the blows suddenly stopped. When Noah opened his eyes again he saw Molly on Trevor’s back, biting his neck and clinging to him like a small, deranged monkey. He jumped up and grabbed her, and they both went sprinting for the main building of the orphanage, leaving Trevor on the ground behind them.
“You need the nurse!” Molly huffed, chugging along beside him.
“No. We’re getting you to an administrator first. You’re making a report about him and I’m backing you up. I’ll go to the nurse once they’ve heard your story.”
It was the only way they would ever believe what Trevor was doing. And if Molly was in the office with the adults, she’d be safe.
Noah wasn’t going to the nurse until he knew Molly was secure. And that was all there was to it.
Iwoke up breathing hard, like I’d just finished that long-ago fight. When I put my hands to my face, trying to wipe the dream away, I found my cheeks wet with tears.
Well, that was embarrassing.
I checked my bed quickly, just to make sure no one else was there to see me crying, but knew I’d come to bed alone. Molly and I had fought and I’d come straight back to the hotel, then straight to bed, just to keep myself from having to think about what had happened. The show, where Molly spent the entire time eating me up with her eyes. That fucking dance in the parking lot.
The closet.
The kisses and absolute life-stopping desire to have Molly in my arms.
The realization that I’d let her in so deep I didn’t know how to get her back out again, and that she had a stronger hold on me than I’d known. And sliding underneath that like some sort of dark river, the memory of my mother betraying me for years before I was taken by CPS and she was arrested for child abandonment and drugs.
I’d promised myself that I would never let another woman control me. And then I met Molly Rush and she wrapped her chubby, six-year-old hands around my heart. I’d thought I understood how to unwind those hands when I needed to.
I was wrong about that.
Because here I was, twenty-nine years old and a fully grown human, waking up hard and aching for my little sister and best friend, my body remembering every curve of hers as I pressed her against the wall. Her tiny frame wrapped around me and her legs open and welcoming. Hot kisses, nails tearing into my back, my name on her lips.
I groaned and let my hand creep down to my cock, massaging it up and down at the memory of how hot she’d been. Fuck, I wanted the girl. And I shouldn’t. She was my best friend, and everyone—including the band—would kill me if I touched her. Only I’d already touched her, and knew she wanted me, too.
She shouldn’t feel that way, either. I was nothing but trouble. This idea was possibly the worst I’d ever had.
So why the fuck did it feel so good?
I wrapped my fingers around my cock and started pumping up and down, and that just made it all worse. Because I was dying to have her hands on me instead of my own. That little mouth stretched around my cock while she knelt naked in front of me. I wanted to pull her up when I couldn’t stand it anymore. Lay her down in bed and spread her legs for me, then take her mouth while I entered her.
I gasped at that and came harder than I’d ever come in my life, rocking my hips and spurting up over my stomach in desperate need for the body I’d been dreaming of. But when I came back to Earth, blood rushing in my ears, I didn’t feel satisfied.
I felt guilty and dirty, like I’d crossed a line I should never have crossed.
Molly was my best friend, and was here for work. I was trying to impress the record execs and get them to give us a new contract. I couldn’t chance making another move on Molly.Couldn’t risk it all going sideways on either of us. She was so far out of reach I couldn’t even really see her.
And that was all the answer I needed.
I climbed out of bed, trying to turn my mind to the day, and stumbled toward the shower. I had that meeting with the record execs today, and I was hoping Molly would be there. I needed her support.
I hoped she could still give it to me after last night.
17
MOLLY
So there were a lot of people in here.
