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It’s not ideal, but I’ll give her the silk sheets and the luxury later. For now, all I care about is her quivering around my finger, the taste of her clit in my mouth as I suck on it and push my tongue against her hard. Her hips shift against me as she twitches up and down as if chasing more and more of the pleasure.
I sink my hands deeper into her thighs, obsessed with her curviness and the lust bursting out of her. When we’re deep into the pleasure of sharing this passion, all the other concerns seem ridiculous.
Who gives a damn if she’s my son’s ex? Who gives a damn if, every time Ryan looks at his future stepmom, he has to confront all the evil and twisted stuff he said?
I don’t. I can’t care. All that matters is my woman, the feel of her eager pussy, her hole getting even wetter as I flick my tongue against her clit repeatedly. I push my finger deeper, attacking her horny clit and making small circle patterns inside her.
She grinds her hips up and down, and then her moaning gets even more urgent. I want to lean back to look at her, but nothing can pull me away from her, especially when she starts to pulse around my finger. I swear I can feel her clit getting bigger in my mouth, too. She pulses with her release, moaning loudly, squeezing her fingernails against the matted floor. I fuck her tight, horny hole with my finger. I own her clit. I claim it with each tongue stroke.
Finally, she stops shivering, her breath coming fast. I lean back and climb onto my knees, my hand already going for the waistband of my shorts. My balls are so full, roaring at me to claim her, to take her hard right now. To drive deep and explode inside her so that her perfect virgin bodyhasto get pregnant.
“Molly,” I say passionately. “When I fuck you, I’m cl—”
Claiming you for life, I was about to say, but then there’s a crash and shattering glass. I leap to my feet and raise my hands instinctively. Whatever’s happening, it would take an army to get close to my woman. I’ll die. I’llkillbefore that happens.
One of the windows on the far side of the room is smashed. Car tires screech away. There’s a brick on the floor with a piece of paper stuck to it. I walk over, ignore the glass, pick it up, and stare at the paper. My stomach cramps. My heart tightens. It feels like a fist squeezing harder and harder in my chest. This is more than confusion. This is more than being torn down the middle. This is like an earthquake shattering me in half.
“What is it?” Molly says from behind me. I can hear her getting dressed.
I swallow and turn. My tone is dark. My thoughts are darker. “Nothing good.”
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Molly
I sit on the other side of the workout room, my head spinning as my mind tries to catch up to everything that has happened. First, there was the workout, making eyes at each other the whole time, and then the steaminess. My body is still sore from it. My heart is sore, too, from all the family talk and hints at the future.
I was going to go all the way with him. Even when the nerves tried to make me tell him I needed time, I was going to do it. Now Duke’s on the other side of the room, speaking to his cop friend, Ethan.
Walking to the counter, I look at the brick with the note taped to it. There’s a photo of Ryan in a poorly lit room, but it’s definitely him. I’ve never seen him look so scared. I almost think,Good, it’s what you deserve. This whole thing began as revenge, after all.
However, seeing the fear in his eyes and the trapped panic, I can’t. The blood dripping down his face doesn’t help either. He was a verbal bully, fine. He drank too much. He reminded me of my dad with his pettiness. I never loved him, didn’t even really like him, but he doesn’t deserve this. Even if I thought he did, the pain in Duke’s voice is too much to handle.
“I’ll just pay them,” Duke snaps down the phone. I imagine how passionate he’d be if one ofourkids were in danger. Every muscle is roaring like he’s ready for action. His shoulders, arms, and legs are tense. He stares out the window. “Why? What the fuck do you mean, they want something else? How doyouknow that?”
Duke lowers the phone and puts his hand over it. “Get ready to leave, Molly.”
I look around for my sneakers. We took them off for training. My underwear is sticky from the workout and what we did after. In an alternate universe, we’re still lying on the padded floor, Duke’s manhood gliding inside me. He lookedmassivein the shorts, the outline of his cock so big it was intimidating.
I pull on my sneakers, lace them up, and wait as Duke finishes his phone call. When he’s done, he walks over and glances at the photo. I reach out to touch him, and my heart breaks a little. Maybe that’s melodramatic. I don’t care. It does when he steps away, drenched in tension. It’s like he regrets everything we’ve done. Can I blame him?
He flips over the note as if he wants to read the writing again.Midnight. Come alone. If you tell the cops, we’ll hear about it. We have a special surprise for you.
“Some fucking use that security was,” Duke snarls. “Goddamn it. They could be doing anything to him. They could be torturing him right this second, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Trying to remember this isn’t about me—orus—I ask, “What did your cop friend say?”
“Ethan’s going to meet me at my place. We’re going to strategize there. Apparently, the gang has some of the cops on their payroll. Ethan’s heard word on the grapevine that these bastards have a special surprise for me. In the meantime, they’ve got my boy, my child. I remember when he was tiny, Molly. I remember when he couldn’t even talk.”
Duke clears his throat, his eyes getting glassy. I want to reach out and offer some comfort, but I remember how he moved away before. Maybe it’s pathetic, but I’m not sure I can handle that again.
“It’s going to be okay,” I say weakly.
He looks at me like he wants to snap,If you have nothing useful to say, don’t speak. Maybe that’s just my imagination cruelly taunting. “Thanks, Molly,” he says.
“I can get a cab ho—”
“You’re not going home,” he snaps. “You’re staying with me until this is over. I left Ryan on his own, and they got him. I can’t risk the same happening to you. I’d never forgive myself.”
