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I bite down, and she groans, throwing her head back against the pillow. I release it with a pop and slide off of the bed. She watches me, squirming. I slowly hook my fingers into my black board shorts and slide them down my legs. Her eyes immediately drop to my cock. It's so hard it's almost painful. I've had a semi all fucking day watching her prance around in that tiny scrap of material she called a bikini. Her newfound confidence is such a fucking turn on.

I take my dick in my hand and stroke it. “This what you want, baby?”

She nods and slides her tongue out of her mouth, wetting her bottom lip.

“I want you to open your mouth like the good girl I know you are and worship me. Show me you're mine. Only mine. And then maybe I'll reward you.”

She nods again, lifting herself up and crawling towards me on all fours. Her warm breath hits my cock, and it twitches. Her hand reaches up to grab me, and then she freezes as Emma’s little voice calls out from her bedroom.

“Wyan! Where are you, Wyan? I'm awake!”

Molly's eyes go wide.

I grin at her, shake my head, and take a step back. I reach down, pull my shorts back on, and head for the door. “We will continue this later,” I say, over my shoulder before shutting it behind me and leaving a very worked up Molly to sulk on her own.

31

MOLLY

I’m sitting, looking through Netflix, a week after our beach trip, when I hear Ryan’s phone vibrate on the kitchen counter. He’s in the shower, so I try to ignore it, but every time it stops, it starts again.

I get up to grab it, thinking it could be an emergency. Jess is calling. He’s got a selfie of the two of them as her caller ID. She’s kissing his cheek, and they’re both laughing at the camera. Jealousy burns through me, and then I get pissed. Pissed that she’s calling him non-stop at 9:00PM, pissed that she won’t just back the fuck off, pissed that he’s made me into this jealous woman. I hate it. I don’t want to feel like this. But I can’t stop.

I press ignore on his screen and see that he’s got five messages from her and twelve missed calls.

JESS: I miss you, Ry.

JESS: Come to the pub.

JESS: Can you come and get me?

JESS: Please?

JESS: Seriously, what? That bitch won’t even let you answer your phone when you’re with her now?

She’s drunk. And she’s drunk texting my man. Does he let her call me that? I scroll through the previous messages, and while he doesn’t flirt back with her, her messages are very inappropriate. She calls him handsome, and he calls her babe, and I want to peel my fucking skin off. I’m so angry.

“What are you doing, Molly?” Ryan’s voice breaks through my rage. I turn my head at him, and his face goes pale when he sees my expression. “What, baby?”

I have no words. I can’t yell because Emma’s asleep, and I honestly don’t even know what to say.

I put his phone back down on the counter and walk past him, dodging his arm as he tries to grab me. He calls out, but I ignore him. I walk as quietly as possible down the hall to the linen closet and pull out a blanket and a pillow. I take them into the lounge room, and drop them on the couch before unfolding the blanket and spreading it out. He comes in behind me and looks between me and the makeshift bed I’ve set up for him.

“What the fuck?”

I take a deep breath and exhale before speaking. “I am going to say this once and only once. Tell me if I’m not clear enough. You calling Jess babe is not okay.” He goes to speak, and I raise a shaky hand to stop him. “I don’t give a shit if you say it’s a habit, Ryan. We are in a relationship. You. Donot. Call. Another woman.Babe. You do it again, and I’m gone. I’m done with this. No more. You’re friends? Fine. But if you want this. If you want me, you will fucking respect me. Do. You. Understand?” I’m shaking by this point, the adrenaline and anger burning through me.

His eyes are wide, and his mouth is slightly open, but he doesn’t reply, just stares at me in shock.

“Do you understand, Ryan?” I snap.

He nods his head slightly before whispering, “Yes.”

“Good. Don’t even think about coming to bed tonight. You’re lucky I’m not throwing you out on your ass. I hope you wake up with a sore back, dickhead.”

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RYAN

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