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“Cool,” I say with a smile. “We can go to the bar tonight and look for him. I’m sure he’ll be there, but if he’s not, we can have a couple of beers and be that annoying couple that sits in one of the back booths making out and feeling each other up.”
“Can I bring Gigi?” she asks in a small voice.
“Not tonight, baby,” I reply, shaking my head. “We won’t need her—he’s a good dude, I told you that. Actually, I think you should save Gigi until we get the family together to witness us getting married, okay?”
Molly pouts and turns her face away, but I reach forward and gently place a hand on the side of her face, turning it back toward me.
“Okay?”
“Fine,” she mutters.
I can’t help but chuckle at how she’s playing the little angry girl role to perfection right now and she’s probably expecting me to budge and give in, but it’s not going to happen.
Jameson is a good man.
I’d stake my life on that much and if he fucks up, then I’m sure Molly won’t hesitate to right his wrongs.
“I have an idea,” I say getting to my feet. “Why don’t we go get ourselves washed up and pick out the prettiest dress you have and head on down to the bar? I’ll get nice and drunk and let you take advantage of me.”
I wink at her and the little angry girl immediately melts away. She quickly gets to her feet, the top of her head barely grazing my shoulder as she smirks.
“I think we owe ourselves a little bit of fun tonight—just the two of us, don’t you?” she asks, biting her lower lip seductively.
I put a hand on either side of her face and smile down into her beautiful face.
“It’s always just the two of us, Molls. Always.”
The Dress
Molly
“Naughty dolly, naughty Molly, sitting in the sun. Daddy doesn’t like when you play with his gun,” I giggle, thinking about the day I found Pike’s gun in the drawer. He hardly uses it, but I remember the one time we played a game which he promised me we’d never do again.
“Sweet Molls,” his voice comes from behind me when I swirl the black metal handgun around my finger again and again.
“In the dark, in the light, it’s time for a fight. Red and white, black and red, all the colors spin around in my head.”
“Baby girl,” Pike whispers as he leans in, his lips at my ear. My gaze finds him in the mirror as he rises, leaving me shivering from the missing heat of his breath. Those sky-blue eyes seem to shine like diamonds when he looks at me. He steps away from me, taking in my grip on the gun.
“Daddy,” I purr, standing so I’m at my full five foot nothing and sidle up to him. “I’m going shopping today.”
He quirks a dark eyebrow in question. “And you need my gun for that?”
“Of course, Daddy,” I giggle, leaning up on my tiptoes and pressing the barrel of the gun beneath his chin like I’ve seen him do to assholes before. “Because I’m a bad girl.”
A low growl vibrates through his chest and I can feel him harden against my leg. I plant a gentle kiss on his cheek and lower the weapon.
“And I feel safe when I have it. You can’t come along on my shopping trip today.” I turn and head into the closet. Pulling out my jeans, I tug them up my slim legs. Throwing on a jumper, I find him standing at the dresser, his arms folded in front of his chest. Gold chains hang from his neck and his eyes are penetrating right through me.
“What are you up to?”
“My dress, I need to get one. For the wedding,” I tell him easily, shoving the handgun into the waistband of my jeans. “And you’re not allowed to see it.”
“Because I’ll rip it off and fuck you in front of everyone and make you squeal on my dick,” he says, the corner of his mouth lifting seductively.
“Mmm,” I shrug, attempting to calm my erratic heartbeat from the thoughts of having everyone watch him own my body with his.
“Don’t ignore me, baby girl.” It’s a warning. One that I turn around for, meeting his gaze once more to find it burning with need.
“I’m going to look so pretty, Daddy,” I promise, kissing him one last time before making my way into the living room and pulling on my boots. Once I’m ready, I grab my keys and phone, so Pike can call me if he’s worried and I head for the door.
“If you’re not home by five, I’ll come looking for you.”
I nod, exiting our apartment with excitement thrumming through me. I know the store I’m heading to. It’s one of those vintage style ones, the kind that holds dresses from the fifties and sixties. I’ve never been a fan of dressing up, spending most of my time in boots and jeans, but this is special. It’s the one day that I can finally say happiness has found me.
