Page 63 of Mustang Valley

I can feel the alcohol, too, but I swear I’m still in control. That is, until I realize that I haven’t let go of Molly’s hand all the way from the truck to the stables. When I do let go, she doesn’t face me, but she reaches around in the air for my hand, so I reach back out for her. She holds it all the while she goes from stall to stall, poking her head around and making sure my horses are okay.

Herhorses are okay.

Ourhorses are okay.

By the time we get upstairs and to the apartment, I’ve been holding her hand long enough my body doesn’t want to let go. But I do.

Messing with someone’s head is one thing, messing with their heart is another. Right now, it’s like I’m galloping toward doing both, for both of us, and one of us needs to walk the straight and narrow.

That person certainly won’t be Molly tonight. She’s staring at me with sultry, bedroom eyes, walking backward toward the kitchen. “You want a bagel?”

I scratch my head. “No thanks. I’m just going to hit the hay.”

“Aw…” She’s still walking backward and bumps into a pillar. “Oops.” She laughs at herself.

She’s drunk. But not too drunk for me to worry. It’s reluctant. I want to sit with her and shoot the breeze and watch her laugh about the silly shit that gets people going when they’ve drunk too much.

But I turn my doorknob. “Night, Sunshine.”

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I’m naked, lying in bed, waiting for Molly to finish clattering around in the kitchen so I can go brush my teeth. I know better. I know better than to let myself run into her with her cat eyes calling to me to give her pussy a stroke.

Just when I hear things go quiet, I push myself up but to my surprise, my door inches open.

“Are you awake?” Molly whispers.

“Yeah. Are you okay?” Maybe she’s even more tipsy than I thought. Maybe she needs me…

“Great…” She pushes the door open farther, and there she is. Buck-ass naked.

My God, she’s beautiful. Everything about Molly screams woman; her full breasts, her juicy hips and thighs I could sink my teeth into. My heart drops seeing her like this for so many reasons.

“Molly…”

She rushes in quickly and crawls under the covers with me, throwing herself into my side. Her skin is soft and warm against me, and I can practically feel my torso sigh into her.

“Molly…” I say with less resolve than the first time.

She puts her finger to my lips to stop me talking. “Shh. Just kiss me.” She traces my lips with her finger and then eases it inside my mouth.

Instinctively, I suck it, and my cock thickens. It’s so fucking sensual, and I shouldn’t play along.

She pushes herself into me more. “I think we both want this. Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll go away.”

Her words mean nothing because she hooks her leg over mine, and the hot wetness between her legs slathering across my thigh iseverythingI want.

“You’re drunk, Sunshine…” I murmur.

“Oh…” She’s so innocent when she jumps up and goes to my top dresser drawer, no shame in heading into there, blasting away at my privacy for the second time, and grabs the top leather notebook.

Her inhibitions are totally gone. I don’t know if I should thank Sam or curse her.

Molly rummages around for the pen I leave in there, too, and writes in the notebook. My head falls back.The fuck am I going to do with this woman?

She jumps back into bed, her breasts bouncing brightly, just waiting for someone to press them together and fuck that space in between. My dick is painfully hard when Molly joins me again, shoving the notebook in my face, giggling sweetly.

This is far from innocent, but Molly makes it feel that way.

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