25. Molly
Chapter 25
Molly
T here was something about having the most perfect date, the most perfect night of your life, that made a girl wake up early and with a smile on her face. I stretched my overworked muscles, smiling even wider as I remembered why they were so sore. Colton had loved me every which way, twice in some positions, until I was little more than a mass of sweaty, limp limbs.
Utterly satisfied.
Undeniably in love.
I watched Colton as he slept, his face peaceful and calm, so gorgeous it was like a donkey kick to my chest, the way the love I had for him flooded my body. I pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder and slid out of bed, rinsing my face and mouth in his bathroom before I went to my room to find something clean to wear; last night’s date clothes were still strewn all over Colton’s room.
Because he couldn’t get enough of me.
A shiver worked its way down my spine as I slipped into a pair of leggings and an oversized tank top, hiking a pair of wool socks up and over my calves to ward off the early morning chill. After the most perfect date in the world and a night of multiple— multiple! —orgasms, a big breakfast was the best way to greet the day.
Forty minutes later, I frowned at the kitchen table, piled with so much food I was sure the table would buckle under the weight. The back door opened, and Wyatt and Hunter rushed in just as Colton stepped inside the kitchen. “Good morning!” I flashed a wide smile to cover up the way my heart pounded at the sight of Colton with his disheveled hair and slightly wrinkled t-shirt. It was so rare to see him look anything other than completely perfect that my heart stuttered to a stop.
“Morning,” he growled, his gaze raking over my body in a long, slow caress.
“I made breakfast. Sit!”
Wyatt laughed and shook his head. “Are we having a breakfast party or somethin’?”
A blush heated my face. “I may have gone a little overboard, but the rest of the guys will appreciate it when they rise for the day.”
Wyatt bumped my hips to move me away from the sink, where he washed his hands and then Hunter’s. “Well, I’m happy to put a dent in it while it’s still hot.”
“Me too!” Hunter smiled at me, and there went another donkey kick to my heart.
“Did you have fun with Uncle Wyatt?”
“Yep. We rode horses and did guy stuff.”
I laughed. “Guy stuff, huh?”
Hunter gave an exaggerated nod. “Pizza and beer and football.”
“Beer?”
He doubled over with laughter. “Root beer for me ‘cause I’m a kid.” He looked down at the table and frowned. “What’s this?”
“This,” I said, picking up the crispy, buttery bread slice before I set it on his plate, “is only the most glorious breakfast food of all time: French toast.” I drizzled some maple syrup on top and cut it up for him. “Taste it.”
He did, and his green eyes went wide with surprise and then fluttered shut as the ecstasy of French toast took over. “This is the best thing ever!”
“I agree with you completely, Hunter.” Wyatt and then Colton settled around the table and began piling their plates with food. I took the empty seat to the left of Colton, my heart battering against my chest like a wild stallion. After last night, how could I still react like a smitten schoolgirl around him?
I couldn’t say, but when his arm brushed against mine, moments from last night flashed in my mind. I’d been so wild and so wanton, so free and adventurous it was like I was a woman possessed. I was someone else entirely, someone beautiful and sensual. Confident.
“Anytime you want to cook too much, you know my number,” Wyatt declared with a sparkling smile. “That was a damn fine spread,” he said as he stood and stacked his plate in the sink, returning to the table to take a French toast, bacon, and scrambled egg sandwich. “For the road.”
Hunter laughed, and I joined him.
“Happy to keep you from starving, Wyatt.”
“Thanks for the guy time,” he said to Hunter, holding up a large fist, which Hunter bumped with his much smaller one. “It was fun.”
“It was fun. Thank you back.” He turned to me, still smiling. “French toast is my new favorite,” he declared. “I love you, Molly.”
Tears stung the back of my eyes, and I shook my head. “I love you too, Hunter. You’re my favorite little boy in the whole world.”
He blushed adorably and shoved another piece of toast into his mouth, humming while he chewed.
My gaze locked with Colton’s, and it was seriously tense, thick with sexual tension even after last night. Slowly, his expression softened and spread into a smile before he winked. “Thank you for breakfast,” he said in a soft, low voice.
“My pleasure.” And it really was. Cooking for Hunter and Colton, seeing the way their faces lit up when they sat down to eat, filled me with a sense of joy and accomplishment that I’d never considered. Maybe cooking was my love language because I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt happier than this moment.
Too soon, breakfast was over, and Colton returned to the kitchen fully dressed for a day spent on the ranch. I handed him a sack of food because he’d slept in, which meant he would likely work through lunch. “For me?”
I nodded with a smile. “To keep you going until dinner.”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
He looked over his shoulder and stepped in close, hooking an arm around my waist before he bent me over and kissed me until I was breathless and bursting with love for him. Our tongues danced together until the kiss became downright erotic. With a reluctant groan, he pulled back, wearing a sexy smile. “See you later.”
“Later,” I whispered in a shaky voice as I watched him walk out of the kitchen.
“What’s wrong, Molly?” Hunter frowned at me, and I could only imagine what I looked like in my disheveled, slightly off-kilter appearance.
“Nothing at all, I was just thinking about the best place to find flowers.”
“I know a place,” he shouted, jumping up and down with excitement. “Why do we need ’em?”
“I found a bunch of photos of your mama, and I was thinking we could make a multi-photo frame with pictures of you two together.”
He froze, and for a long moment, I wondered if I’d made a mistake. “Yeah?”
“Yep. This way you’ll always remember her.”
After a brief pause, Hunter flung his little body at me and wrapped his surprisingly strong arms around my legs. “Thank you, Molly. You’re the bestest ever!”
Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly love the McCall men anymore, one of them goes and proves that my heart is even bigger and fuller than I ever imagined.