“I wanted to fuck you from behind while you did.”
She gasped. “You did?”
“I did. For days all I could think about – day and night – was burying my dick in you while you fucked her, or ate her out…” He pressed his crotch against her, in case she didn’t believe him. “Don’t dare talk to me about your deepest darkest fantasies, Molly Morrison. Not unless you want me to make them come true. Because I will.”
Another gasp and her eyes went wide as she reached for him. A low rumble rolled through his chest as he pressed her against the wall for a hungry kiss.
“You’d do that for me?”
He moved the strap of her tank top and dragged his teeth along the bare curve of her shoulder. “I’d do anything for you.”
Chapter 23
Molly
“He… s-s-aid that?” Cleo’s mouth hung wide open under her bugged out eyes. She tugged at the collar of her sweater. “Ay, Dios Mío, Molly!” She fanned herself. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“I know, right?” Molly slurped at her large iced coffee, and dragged her finger through the cinnamon sugar at the bottom of the box of donuts between them on the sofa in their living room.
“What did you say back?” Cleo leaned over the box, like she hung on Molly’s every word.
Molly groaned. Days later, her clit still shriveled at the memory. “Nothing. That ho-bag-ass-face-Mandy burst into the room to tell us there was food downstairs.”
Cleo laughed. “Tell me how you really feel, Mol.”
“She stormed in like she fucking owned the place.”
“Or was trying to sell the place…”
“You think you’re sooooo funny. But that bitch knew exactly what she was doing. She timed it so my lady balls were all-the-way blue. They’re still blue. I haven’t been able to see him since.”
Cleo snorted. “Your lady balls are always all-the-way blue. You’re in a perpetual state of horn dog.”
“No lies detected.”
Cleo picked up a Dulce de leche filled donut and took a bite. “Almost as good as sex.”
“Almost. But not quite.” Molly tore a bite from her second donut of the morning, then licked the caramel from her lip.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Nope.” Molly hard popped the ‘p’.
“You sure?” Cleo crammed another bite of donut into her mouth, the caramel oozing from the end as she chomped down on it.
“Talk about what, ChoCho? How I didn’t get any of the summer gigs I applied for? How I leapt off the edge of the cliff with the boy I’ve wanted forever and now we’re – gag – dating, or – puke – worse,in a relationship? Or how I’m keeping it under wraps from my brother so we don’t both die?”
“Yes.” Cleo gave a firm nod. “All those things.”
Molly guzzled her coffee. There wasn’t enough caffeine in all the world to ready her for a serious conversation about feels with her helplessly romantic bestie.
“Don’t make it something weird, ChoCho.”
Cleo tipped her coffee at Molly. “Dude fingered you in the bathroom of a house you were looking at to fake buy together. Pretty sure it’s already weird.”
She wasn’t wrong.
“You aren’t in Kansas anymore, MoMo.”
