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"Fuck, Jake," she moaned and gripped the edge of the sofa.
"Come for me," I growled and flicked my tongue over her clit, pumping my fingers in and out of her until she cried out. Her walls squeezed around my fingers, and she came, her entire body shuddering and her juices dripping down my hand.
“I don’t have a condom,” I said hoping not to break the mood as I kissed up the curve of her belly to her neck.
She flapped a hand at me still recovering from her orgasm and said, “I’m on the pill.”
As far as I was concerned, that was a green light. I pulled her down onto me. I moved faster, pounding into her harder and harder. I came, spilling inside her, moaning her name, not believing what had just happened.
What the hell was I thinking mauling Molly, the single most infuriating woman in town.
She wiggled over, making space beside her on the couch. Our passion had burned out and everything felt awkward now. The heady release in my body quickly became tense, but I slid into the space beside her on the couch anyway. She rested her head on my chest, and we laid there a few moments, panting and sweaty.
"Well, that escalated quickly," she breathed, turning her face up to mine.
"You could say that," I muttered, my heart still pounding.
She sat up, running her hand over my cheek. "Listen, we got caught up in the moment. It happens. Don't feel like you need to stick around and cuddle." The touch of my cheek felt somehow more intimate than the sex we just had. She pulled her hand away and scooted away with a laugh, but it didn't put me at ease. I wasn't the kind of guy who just hooked up with women. A niggling thought solidified in my gut, the churning remorse thoroughly setting in. There was no uncrossing this line now between us.
No matter how earth-shatteringly intense this pleasure-soaked moment was it couldn't happen again. Molly was anything but stable and I wasn't about to jeopardize Hailey's stability for her.
"Well, I better get going," I said, fumbling with my pants and feeling like an asshole. Molly seemed nonplused about the whole thing.
She fixed her clothes and followed me to the back door. I put my hand on the door uncertain how to leave things. I went to hug her and ended up half shaking her hand and planting a near miss kiss on her cheek.
"Don't worry. The first rule about naked fight club is that we don't talk about naked fight club," she giggled.
"I don't think that's how that quote goes," I said sliding the door open. “Anyway, goodnight."
"Good night, Jake. Thanks for coming over." She emphasized the word coming to make sure I didn’t miss her pun.
I chuckled. "Don't."
She smiled and slid the door closed behind me.
I crossed the yard and let myself into my house. I slipped up the stairs and headed straight for Hailey's room. The door was open just a crack and I pressed it open, the lights were off, her shape just visible beneath the bedspread. I smiled and let the door swing almost shut.
In my room and stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower for the third time today. I closed my eyes as the hot water beat down on my back and the images of Molly's bare, sweat-slicked skin flashed before me. I could still smell her, the scent of her and the sweet perfume she wore, clinging to me. Molly was a colleague I was known to butt heads with and a friend of my daughter's. What would people say? Not only that, but she was clearly not the settling down type. There was no future there.
I toweled off, slipped on pair of briefs, climbed into bed, and stared up at the ceiling, knowing I was too wound up to sleep. As my thoughts spun, my phone buzzed, rattling change on my nightstand. I pawed around for it in the dark, guessing it was Molly. She probably thought of more jokes.
But it wasn't Molly, or at least not from her normal number. The message came from an unknown sender. My stomach sank, opening a series of photos of Molly and I, not from our encounter just now, but from the other night when I had walked in on her. The pictures had been heavily edited, showing me with my hands on her or making us look like we were about to kiss instead of arguing. Little dots danced at the bottom of the screen and a message popped up reading.
"Date Molly Sinclair or these go viral..."
Feeling nausea rising and panic gripping my throat, I pressed the call button, only to find that the call couldn't be completed. They must have blocked me after sending the message.
5
MOLLY
My eyes opened as my hand blindly searched for my phone to silence my alarm. It was the morning after Jake and I had hooked up. Boy, had I been right about him losing himself in passion. I breathed in deeply silently, telling myself I would treat things business as usual. But part of me felt that was easier said than done.
It had been a while since I had been with someone but probably not as long as Jake. I could tell by the guilty look in his eyes afterward that he was a relationship only kind of man. It was sweet, but I didn't need him thinking he owed me anything. I didn't make it a habit of hooking up with anyone, let alone my colleagues, but I wasn't going to shame myself over it. Especially because it was hot as hell.
I'm good with calling it an anomaly and moving on.
Regardless, I intentionally waited until I saw Jake and Hailey leave for school before making my way outside. No one needed to compete in the awkward Olympics before work. It was Thursday and the first full week back at school after Easter Break, which always felt twelve years long anyway. I just needed to get through today and tomorrow, and then I could spend the rest of the weekend hiding out from him.
