Page 63 of Moonlit Kisses

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I pullthe tow truck in behind the workshop, a smile of satisfaction touching my lips. I can’t wait to start work on this baby. It’s going to be a huge project but I’m up to the task. I’ve been wanting to get my hands on one of these for a while now. Molly steps out through the back door of the workshop, her hand shielding her eyes from the early morning sun, the other resting on her hip. Her almost-white hair appears to be glowing in the morning light, and I can’t wait to press my lips to hers. I would have been climbing into her bed last night if I didn’t get the call yesterday afternoon to collect the truck I’ve had my eye on.

She’s waiting at the open door for me when I drop down from the truck. I wrap my arms around her and drag her into me, loving how we fit together. I rub my nose alongside hers and then press my lips to hers. She opens for me without delay, and I sweep my tongue inside. My hands drop to grab her perfect ass and I press her closer, rubbing my cock against her lower belly. Remembering the jewelry she has dangling above her naval makes me even harder. She’s so fucking sexy in the most unassuming ways. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as she climbs my body like a fucking tree.

And isn’t that the hottest thing?

This girl is as far gone for me as I am for her, and she’s not shy about letting me know. Using one hand to hold her up, I use my other to guide her head the way I want, tilting my head so I can deepen the kiss. Our tongues move against each other as though we’ve been doing this for years, not days. Molly’s heart pounds out a rapid beat to match my own as we reconnect.

We slow the kiss and shift back far enough to catch our breath and study each other. We’re both breathing heavily as our matching smiles grow. I move in and lay a quick peck against her swollen lips, satisfaction filling me at the sight. “Morning, Dimples,” I whisper against her lips.

She drops her forehead to mine. “Morning. I missed you last night.”

I’ve never been with anyone before who hasn’t played games with me. Molly’s open heart and honesty are possibly one of her most attractive qualities.

“Me too.” We’ve been spending most nights in her bed or mine. Once we crossed that line last Sunday morning, we haven’t been able to stop. Taking every opportunity to spend time together—naked!

“How was the drive? I was worried about you driving so far, so late.” She moves to drop her feet to the ground, and I reluctantly let her go.

“It was okay. I got to the guy’s place around ten, bought it and got back on the road. I ended up pulling over for a couple of hours’ sleep.” I tuck her silky hair behind her ear. “I have no idea how you slept in your car for all of those weeks.” My admiration for her skyrocketed last night as I tried to get comfortable in the tow’s cab, which has a ton more space than her compact car. “I’m tired, but a coffee, shower, and breakfast should get me going for the day.”

“Show me this truck and I’ll make you a coffee while you shower.”

I take her hand and guide her toward my next project. I love that she’s interested and understands the beauty I see when I look at the rust bucket. “The engine’s frozen, and she has a lot of rust, but she’s going to come up a treat.” I drop my hands to her hips, rubbing my shaft against her. “Why don’t you come in the shower with me?” I ask with my eyebrows raised in hope.

She laughs as she pushes me toward the bathroom. “Nope. We need to open soon, and you need to have breakfast. I’m going to run across the road and grab something for you. Get in the shower and I’ll have everything ready when you come out.” She briefly presses her lips to mine. As if that would ever be enough for me. I cup the back of her head and hold her in place while I take my time giving her a proper kiss. Since she won’t join me in the shower, I’m going to have to rub one out—damn it.

I have one car on the books for today, which works out well, unless someone brings their car in without a booking, which happens occasionally. Once I’m finished, I’ll move the new project off the tow truck and clean her up a bit before I park her in my usual bay. Satisfied with my plan, I step out of the bathroom to be greeted by the delicious aroma of coffee and a breakfast sandwich.

“Thanks, Molly. How’s Lawrence? I don’t see him all that much now that you pick up our lunch.”

“He’s great. His daughter’s coming home for a visit on the weekend, so he’s really excited about that.”

“I don’t think he sees her very often.”

The bell at the front door rings. “I’ll get that. You eat.” She points to the desk as she lands a swift kiss to the top of my head on her way past and returns a few minutes later with a set of keys and her trusty clipboard. Molly’s idea of asking clients to complete a simple questionnaire saves me a lot of time. I don’t get caught up with the clients discussing basic information, which inevitably leads to talking about what’s going on in the community or about whatever sporting team is at the top or bottom of their game this week.

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After a hectic day, which included two callouts and an unexpected wheel alignment, I’m sliding the heavy front door closed when a young girl near the front gate catches my attention. Her hair’s almost black and she’s staring at the building. Something about her is familiar, but from this distance, I can’t quite make out her features.

“Can I help you?” I call out to her. She’s on foot, so I’m assuming she’s not looking for a mechanic unless her car broke down and she walked here.

The girl steps forward, one slow step at a time. As she gets closer, I suck in a sharp breath. She looks a lot like Molly. A brunette version of my girl. The similarities are uncanny. I’m guessing this is one of Martin’s kids.

“I’m looking for Molly.” The girl seems a little nervous, a little unsure as she brushes her bangs out of her eyes.

“Yeah? Why are you looking for her?” I don’t want this girl upsettingmygirl.

She twists her fingers in front of her as she steps closer to me. “She’s … uh …she’s my sister.”

“Max, I’m about to clo–” Molly freezes in place as her eyes land on the girl. “Holly?”

Holly swallows hard, her eyes wide. The two women stand, locked in place, their eyes scanning and cataloging each other. Seeing Holly next to my girl gives me an insight into how Molly must have looked during high school. Holly isn’t as tall or willowy as her older sister. She’s more petite, like her mother, but they definitely look like sisters. I bet the boys used to drool all over Molly. I rub the back of my neck. I don’t like the thought of anyone drooling over Molly.She’s mine.

“Did you. Uh, did you want to come inside?” Molly offers as she gestures over her shoulder.

The grace she’s shown since finding out that Martin is her father is astounding. She told me all about Beth turning up unannounced and that she invited her in. Now she’s doing the same with her sibling. She could have easily turned them away, and I would have completely understood.

“Yeah. Come inside.” I wave my arm out to welcome her.

She steps forward, and the two women move toward the office. I wonder if I should give them their privacy. Perhaps I’ll hang around for a little while until I know Molly’s going to be okay. I need to get to soccer, but the guys’ll understand if I’m a little late.

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