I take a cue and shut up, sitting back and letting him drive me to his house without further comment.
Chapter Fourteen
Thorne
With all that's been going on with Mollie and me, I nearly forgot that I have this charity gala to go to tonight. I ordered Mollie several dresses last week when she’d mentioned offhand that she had nothing to wear to anything formal, a bit of preparedness that feels almost miraculous in hindsight. I had my stylist pull options in her size and left them hanging in the guest room without making a thing of it.
I've been really putting in the work on the ice, ramping up for preseason. But coming home and finding Mollie getting ready makes me forget all of that immediately.
Her hair is wrapped in tight curlers, and she's wearing a silky white robe, just the way I imagine a bride preparing for her wedding would. I drop my bag in my room, and then elbow her door wider. She looks up from her spot on her bed, where she has a dozen pots and palettes of makeup spread around a standing mirror.
Putting her mascara wand down, she gently nibbles her lower lip, which she's painted an alluring blush. "Hey, did you forget that we're supposed to go to an event?"
"No." I fold my arms and lean against the doorway, not even trying to disguise the way I'mchecking out her lush curves. "I just have to put on a suit."
Mollie rolls her eyes. "I've spent the last two hours getting ready. It's not fair."
"It's not. You picked out a dress you liked, though?"
"Yes. The dresses were all gorgeous, by the way. Whoever picked them has taste."
I smirk. "The stylist gave me twenty choices and I narrowed it down by what I thought would look good on you."
Her cheeks blaze. "You knew my size?"
"Yes, Freckles."
"Alex!" she says. It’s hard to keep myself from pouncing on her, laying her back, and ruining her makeup by licking her clit until she cries.
My fingers curl, itching to touch her, and my cock stiffens. I clear my throat.
"Make sure you keep all the dresses that you like. You can wear them at other galas this year."
She gives me a pointed look. "Alex, I can't keep them."
"What's that?" I cock my head. "All I hear is a girl with a bratty mouth, asking to be spanked."
She looks alarmed. "You wouldn't."
"We’re going slow. Be a good girl for me."
She rolls her eyes and turns away. “You’re a terrible tease, Alex Thorne.”
With that, I leave her to get ready. As I dress in an elegant, bespoke suit, and expensive, off-white button-up, I try to clamp down my runaway libido.
I haven't touched her since we dry-humped, but my brain has been busy offering me suggestions for all the delicious ways I can make her come. Bent over her bed. On the kitchen counter, splayed out like a feast. In my bed every single fucking night, over and over again, switching positions until I find the one that makes her scream.
Gordie barks at me, drawing my attention to him. I spend a couple of minutes giving him attention, scratching the spot on his chest that makes his leg thump.
I wish that I had a clear understanding of what Mollie's thinking, so I'd know if my fantasies were even possible. That wouldn't make her any less off-limits to me, but it would clarify some things.
After feeding my good boy, I perch on a kitchen chair and wait. Mollie comes tripping down the stairs, light as air, only a couple minutes later.
And I lose my breath as I take her in. She's wearing a lustrous pink satin dress, spaghetti straps holding it up as if by magic, crisscrossing to cling to her bare back. She's clutching a white fuzzy cardigan, thank god. If the whole world got to see all of her sweet, lush curves, it would drive me insane.
Before I make any conscious decision, I'm running my hands over her hips, my eyes on her tits.
Mollie laughs a bit nervously. "I take that grunt as your sign of approval?"
