Chapter 19
Molly
Molly didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or jump Finn’s bones and make him sing her name. Watching him stand up to Will the night before… how he kept her secret, even from his best friend… her lady parts were ready to party.
“You okay? You seem… antsy.”
Molly nodded at Cleo as Sabrina, their server for lunch at Applebee’s, approached, pen and notebook in hand. “You ladies need a minute?”
Cleo’s narrowed gaze burrowing into Molly’s face was unnerving.
“Yes please. Can I get a Coke?”
“Just a Coke? No liquor in there?” Cleo shifted her legs as though she expected a swift kick under the table from Molly.
“It’s not socially acceptable to drink before 11.30 on a Sunday, ChoCho.”
“Says who?” Sabrina shrugged. “People do it all the time.”
“And you sure as hell look like you could do with a drink.” Cleo arched her perfectly waxed eyebrow and smirked.
“Whisky mule.”
Sabrina grinned. “Yes, ma’am. What about you, Cleo?”
Cleo returned the smile. “I’ll have a Moscow Mule please – I don’t like whisky.”
Molly gasped, made a sign of the cross over her body, and tipped her head back to talk to the big guy upstairs. “Forgive her, Father, for she knows not what she says.”
Sabrina laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get her share of whisky, too.”
Molly fist-pumped. “Yassss. Not all superheroes wear capes.”
“I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
When Sabrina’s back was turned, Cleo continued her assault. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
She dropped her voice and looked from side to side like she was about to talk about some super-secret criminal exploit. “Did you do the nasty nasty with Finny Winny?”
“I’m going to vag-punch you.”
“As long as Finn—”
“So help me God, Cleopatra Martinez if you say anything about Finn punching my vag with his dick I’m going to hurt you.”
Cleo hooted with laughter.
“Lincoln Scott has changed you, girl. We need to wash your dirty mouth out with soap.” Molly fanned herself with her menu. “No. We still haven’t slept together. I feel like a horny teenager. It’s like now that I’ve opened that door, every dirty fantasy and wet dream about Finn is assaulting me on the daily.” She paused. “He pushed back at Will for the first time ever last night.”
“And you’re scared it’s going to escalate? With Will I mean, not the fire in your panties – we both know that’s not going anywhere until Finn fucks you senseless. But are you scared it’s going to get worse with Will?”
Molly squeezed her thighs together. “Is it wrong that there’s a teeeeeenie tiny part of me that kind of hopes it does? It was so fucking hot ChoCho. I had no idea a man keeping my secret and defending it to his best friend – my own brother no less – could be such a turn on. I think I found a new kink.”
Cleo held her ribs as her whole body shook with laughter. “I can’t believe you’re this bent out of shape over something so small. Can you imagine what you’re going to be like when Finn finally vag-punches you with his dick?”
A throat clearing had both their heads snapping toward a sheepish-looking Sabrina. She moved the two drinks from the tray in her hand onto the table and hugged the tray against her chest. “So…”
