Finn nodded. “It’s fine. Don’t stop.”
“Will.” She gritted the word out from between clenched teeth.
“Don’t worry about Will, keep dancing.”
Molly’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. Her eyes never left his as she hooked her legs around his waist, settled onto his lap, and caught up to the music. She ground her hips against his as she leaned all the way back until she was perpendicular to his body. He groaned.
Will’s glare burned into him from only a matter of feet away. Finn was a dead man. He was officially going to be murdered and no one would ever find his body. The still-giggling Russell would probably even help bury Finn’s body, too. Asshole.
Molly’s weight shifted deeper into his crotch as she leaned even further backward, arms outstretched. Using what had to be unbreakable core muscles, she pulled herself upright and rolled her head from left to right, flicking her hair. Her red wig brushed against his face, but her cleavage wasright thereand if he took even so much as a deep inhale, he was going to drag his stubble across the bare skin of the top of her breasts.
Molly closed her eyes and kept dancing. She unhooked her legs and pushed herself up to standing. Her feet were planted either side of his thighs and he was pretty sure if Will didn’t kill him, the mounting pressure in his pants would.
He’d always tried not to notice changes in Molly Morrison’s body, She wasn’t a little girl when they’d met by any means, but his little MoMo had certainly grown all-the-way up. She’d filled out in all the right places and his body responded to it in kind. He wanted to trail his tongue along the edge of her sparkly gold bra. He wanted her to jostle that sequined ass in his face again so he could take a bite out of it.
Fuck.
She dismounted his lap and he heaved a breath of relief as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. It was hot, the bright lights and number of bodies had driven the temperature of the bar up to surface-of-the-sun level hot. But Molly’s scantily clad, whirling body and long limbs… he swallowed hard. Double fuck. She wasn’t just scorching hot, she was a good dancer, too.Really good.
His chest swelled, counterbalancing the prickling heat stabbing at his entire body. She dragged her fingertips across the front of his shoulders before stepping behind him.
Good. If he couldn’t see her, he couldn’t react to her, and Will might let him off with a severe beating rather than complete loss of life.
He hissed out a breath, attempting to school his features into a casual “Meh, it’s no big deal Molly’s hot pussy was just grinding against his rock hard cock” face. But it didn’t work. He could feel her heat, her closeness behind him. Her face lingered close to his ear as she gripped his shoulders from behind. He’d kill to see what she was doing back there. The ogling crowd was going crazy, applauding and coaxing the dancers to continue. As much as he hated any other man in the room having their eyes on his Molly, he hoped their enjoyment of her performance fed her confidence. He hoped she absorbed every ounce of applause, every catcall, holler, and whistle and let it feed her inner badass.
The end of the dance came much too fast and not fast enough. Thankfully he hadn’t jizzed his pants like a horny pubescent teen, but his balls ached. The damp fabric of his shirt clung to his back. He needed a cold shower. If Will let him live that long.
The dancers disappeared back from whence they’d come. The hostess asked the audience to give the dozen volunteers a hand, then the dancers. Before she’d finished speaking, Finn had pushed his way through the crowd, slammed the door of a bathroom stall behind him, and pumped his pulsing hard cock to the memory of Molly Morrison’s hips grinding against it.
A few minutes later, he was less drunk on Molly’s – eh – assets being all up in his space, his balls were still blue, but they didn’t hurt with every step, and his mind was clearer. He spied Will and the guys, and he made his way toward them, stopping when Molly approached from the other direction with a shy smile on her face.
Finn swallowed, but his mouth was still dryer than an Arizona summer. It would be better to get it over with. He stood next to Molly, parted his lips to congratulate her, but Will’s arm shot out to clutch her elbow.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He jerked her toward him. “Cover yourself up.” He threw his jacket around her shoulders.
Her jaw dropped open. Finn’s jaw dropped open. Every muscle in Linc’s body visibly hardened and his hand snapped out to grab Will’s arm. “That’s enough, Will. We get that she’s your sister and you’re a protective older brother. But if Molly wants to dance a kick-ass burlesque number and shake her shit – you don’t get a say in that.”
Finn blinked. Will’s face softened and his shoulders relaxed. Linc tugged Will’s arm from Molly’s. “And I love you man, God knows I do, but if you ever grab any woman like that again, I’ll lay you out.” Without a second of hesitation, Linc grabbed Molly into a bear hug. “You were fucking awesome, Mol.”
The lion in Finn’s chest rattled the bars of its cage at Linc’s arms closing around Molly’s back. Linc barely knew Molly. He’d met her maybe a handful of times – at most. Sure, he was probably trying to not only diffuse the situation but to drown out any feelings of shame Molly might be experiencing, but Finn still didn’t like the fact Linc’s hands were on her body. Anywhere. At all.
Will grumbled something about how at least it was Finn who experienced her dance and not some horny asshole he’d have to kill. Finn’s dick twitched. Finn was definitely some horny asshole, he wanted to bang Molly Morrison every day for the rest of her damn life. But the knots in his muscles unfurled as Will’s lack of rage in his direction made him feel better about the whole situation, until Molly curled her shoulders, rocked back on her heels, and bit down on her lip.
Had Will made her feel ashamed of dancing? Why had he givenhershit, but not Finn? For that matter, why had Will given anyone shit at all? If she wanted to dance, it was none of his goddamn business.
He nodded at her. “Linc’s right, MoMo. You were amazing.”
Her face lit up in the most heartwarming, genuine smile he’d ever seen, and her sunlight split his heart into a million pieces. He wanted to make her smile like that every day for the rest of her life as well.
“Wait till you see the next dance.”
Finn’s nostrils flared and his stomach tightened. “There’s another one?”
She nodded. “I’ve got pasties.”
Chapter 7
Molly
