“Fuck, Freckles,” I whisper. I can't hold back. Groaning, I thrust up a few times until the tip of my cock explodes hot cum in my pants.
“Shit,” I mumble. “Sorry. You’re too fucking hot for me, Molls. A guy can only take so much.”
“Don’t apologize.” Mollie laughs softly and kisses me. "That was amazing."
I grin as I kiss her slowly, trailing my fingertips down her neck and shoulders. She's so soft. Her body against mine, her skin under my fingertips. The heat of her pussy still pressed against my softening cock.
I'm a man who has tried everything at least once, sexually. But watching Mollie come undone, writhe and shake rapturously while she took what she needed from me...
A new kink that I've never explored may have just been unlocked when she came.
And I already know that if she asks again, I'll give her whatever she wants.
Chapter Thirteen
Mollie
The next few days are so busy for me that I barely have time to see the man I'm living with. But he's in my thoughts.
Along with his smirk, dark tousled hair, bare chest, and predatory gaze. Am I frustrated that I haven’t had sex? Yes.
But I can see that he wants to. So I’m choosing to be patient.
I fell asleep in his bed and woke up alone. And since then, we haven't had a real chance to talk. A text here and there, asking if I'm going to be home, or whether I’m going to any of the team meetings about the preseason.
Spoiler alert: I'm not. Instead, I'm busy filming the behind-the-scenes of a charity campaign featuring Theo and Connor with a bunch of adoptable dogs and cats. I snuck Indie in, and we both made endless Reels and TikToks of Connor holding a bunch of kittens. Cute, but not quite satisfying. Mostly because Theo spends the entire time flirting his ass off with Indie and me. And I spend the entire time trying not to hurt his feelings when I don't reciprocate.
Which I don't, because I'm too busy having capital F Feelings for Alex Thorne. I can't rein in my childish enthusiasm for him, even though I know that I should.
I've had crushes that turned into a relationship before. I’ve even come with my fingers while a guy was in the same room. But never quite to coming-riding-on-his-dick level.
That's something unique to Alex Thorne.
Thursday, I'm out of work and on my way to my brother's house when Thorne texts.
ICE KING
busy tonight?
My stomach sinks.
me
Yeah. Tomorrow?
It takes a minute before he answers.
ICE KING
Sure.
How perfectly awful. He actually didn't ask me when I wanted to hang out. For all I know, he was trying to make sure that the house would be empty for him to entertain guests.
Or a guest.
That is, until I see Thorne's truck sitting in the driveway. He's leaning against it, a cocky expression on his handsome face. The feeling in my chest morphs into a flutter of happiness. Especially when he beckons.
I think I’m having a heart attack, but in a good way. Is that a thing? My legs are shaky as I climb out of my car and walk toward him. I usually see Thorne wearing gray sweatpants and a dark vintage T-shirt.But today he's wearing khakis and a light blue button-up, rolled up at the elbows.
