Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Gabe
“ F uck, those glasses. They just get me every single time.”
I look up from where I’m lying on the living room couch to see Molly standing in the doorway. My smile spreads as I take her in. Purple leggings, a purple and white striped hoodie, and pink polka dot socks. Hair pulled up in a haphazard bun with some pieces falling out around her face. She looks cozy and gorgeous, and I barely resist the urge to rub my hand over my heart. Just the sight of her makes my chest ache.
“If they make you look at me like that, I should start wearing them more often.”
“Oh, you absolutely should,” she says, sauntering towards me, dropping her various bags as she does, and tossing her phone and car keys on a chair. She pulls off her hoodie and throws it on the floor, and pulls the tie out of her hair, letting her curls tumble down her back.
I grin at the trail of stuff she leaves in her wake. It’s one of the most unexpected joys of our living arrangement. Shoes kicked off into random corners of the room and jackets tossed over chairs. Her nail polish scattered over the coffee table and her sketch books strewn around. Her skincare bottles and jars on the bathroom sink and her fancy underwear hanging to dry in the laundry room.
Her stuff mixed in with mine. All of it proof that she’s here and she’s real. And after San Francisco, proof this is happening, just the way I always hoped it would. I love every single cluttered inch.
Molly lays down right on top of me on the couch, plucking the comic book I was reading out of my hands and studying it. “I don’t know how it’s possible that you are at least eighty percent hotter now than when I left you this morning. I think maybe it’s the glasses/comic book combo. The whole hot nerd thing really gets me going.”
“Does it?” I murmur, running my hands up her body to skim the sides of her breasts. I tangle them in her hair, pulling her down for a slow, dizzying kiss. Tongues dancing. Licking. Tasting. Sighing into each other’s mouths.
Home. This is home.
“So much,” she mutters, gasping a little when I break the kiss, trailing my lips over her jaw, licking and sucking at the skin behind her ear.
Molly pushes up to sit on her knees, pulling me with her. She wraps her hands around my neck and, with a wicked grin, grinds down on my already hard cock. Pleasure shoots through me and I hiss out a breath, making her grin even harder and slide off my lap, sinking to her knees in front of the couch.
“I want to show you.”
“Fuck. Yes. Please,” I grit out, turning on the couch to face her, my feet flat on the floor. I go to take off my glasses, and she stops me with a hand on my arm.
“Don’t you fucking dare. I want to suck your cock until you come down my throat while you wear your glasses, then I want you to fuck me in them later. Take your dick out, Gabe. Let me see every perfect inch.”
Fuck .
I’ve never moved faster in my life.
I shove my sweatpants and boxer briefs down at the same time, almost falling sideways in my haste to get them off. My cock springs free, practically slapping my stomach with how hard it is, and by the time I finally untangle all the fabric from my legs and toss it aside, we’re both laughing hysterically.
Until we’re not.
Molly looks down at me and licks her lips, an unholy gleam in her eye as I wrap my hand around my dick, stroking slowly, rolling my hand over my leaking head until I’m practically panting. Molly watches, her eyes tracking the motion of my hand. I wonder briefly if she’ll let me keep going until I get myself off and, if so, whether she’ll let me come on her tits, and just the visual of that turns my cock to steel. I’m just skirting the edge when Molly bats my hand away.
“No more touching what’s mine,” she says, her voice low, a little desperate. Just the way I like her.
“Yours, huh?” I ask, leaning back on my hands, my hard cock bobbing up in between us. “What are you planning to do with it then?”
Molly smirks at me and dives down, licking my shaft from root to tip, flattening her tongue and swiping over my head.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out, and then my ability to make words dies because Molly slides my cock into her mouth, taking me so far that stars dot my vision. She hollows her cheeks and sucks hard, and it’s possible this is how I die. Right here, on this couch, with my dick in Molly’s throat.
What a way to go though.
I tunnel my hands through Molly’s hair, guiding her head as she bobs up and down, licking the underside on each upstroke and swallowing when she takes me down.
“You feel so good, Rory baby. Just like that. Don’t stop. Please.” My voice is strained and a little unhinged as electricity sparks under my skin, pleasure unfurling through my limbs.
Molly hums in response, gripping the base of my cock and working her mouth and hand in tandem until I’m moaning her name, my breaths coming in rapid pants.
Tightening one hand in her hair, I stroke a finger down her throat and over her collarbone, pinching her nipple and rolling it between two fingers. Molly lets out a throaty moan that goes straight to my balls, making them draw up tight to my body.
Tingles race up my spine, and I’m skirting the edge so fast I growl, my hips rising and falling as she takes me deeper, sucks harder.
“Fuck, Rory. You are so perfect. I’ve dreamed of you on your knees for me. Gagging on my cock while I shoot down your throat.”
Molly slides her free hand between my legs, cupping my balls and rolling them in her hand, squeezing lightly. She pulls off me and chuckles at my strangled moan, locking eyes with me.
“Then do it, Gabe. Come down my throat. I want it all.”
“Motherfucker,” I grit out, thrusting my hips up when she takes me back into her mouth and straight into her throat, swallowing around me. My balls ache as she rolls them in her hand, and the feel of her throat constricting around my cock has heat rising to intolerable levels, pleasure racing up my spine.
“Gonna come,” I mutter. “Swallow me down, baby.”
Molly moans around my dick, and when she rubs a finger over the spot behind my balls, I explode. I come on a growl, my fingers tightening in her hair as she takes everything I give her. It feels like I come forever, and Molly sticks with me the whole time, sucking me completely dry.
When I’m finally spent, I collapse back against the pillow, breathing hard, heart thundering in my ears.
“Shit,” I gasp out. “You really know how to suck a dick, Rory baby.”
Molly grins at me. “There isn’t one damn thing I’m not good at, Gabe. You should know that by now.”
Crawling back onto the couch, she straddles me. With her eyes on mine, she swipes cum away from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then sucks her thumb between her lips. I groan at the visual, my cock making a valiant effort to come back to life even though Molly killed it dead with her mouth.
She chuckles, curling into my lap and laying her head on my shoulder. I stroke my hand up and down her back, my heart rate returning to normal.
“Just give me a second, and I’ll return the favor. I can’t wait to get my mouth back on you.”
“Later,” she says, settling deeper into my lap. “This was just for you. You’ve made it all about me so many times, and don’t get me wrong, I love when it’s about me, obviously. But you’re my favorite, and I love you the most, so sometimes it gets to be all about you, too.”
My chest tightens with emotion. I love her so fucking much. I will never stop being grateful for her. For this. All of it.
“I love you the most too,” I say, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head, my arms banding around her. “I made dinner.”
I feel her smile against my chest. “I thought I smelled something amazing.”
“Spaghetti and meatballs. I sent you pizza this morning, so I figured we might as well go all in on Italian.”
“Thanks again for that, by the way. Pizza and french fries for breakfast was a real mood booster.”
“Well, I know you don’t like to eat breakfast for breakfast, and I gotta take care of my girl.” I prop my legs up on the coffee table and sink us deeper into the couch, loving the feel of her against me. Holding her on the couch while the golden hour sun streams through the windows. It feels like home, and I think Molly feels the same because she lets out a happy sigh, trailing her fingers up and down my arm.
Then I know she does because she says, “Can we eat at the table tonight instead of in front of a movie? Maybe talk a little? This whole evening screams domestic. I like it. We can do the movie later with candy popcorn.”
“Rory baby, that sounds perfect.”
“So, what’s going on with your garage?” Molly asks, twirling pasta around her fork.
“What do you mean?” I play dumb, hoping she’ll let it go but knowing it won’t work. Something is going on with the big, detached garage on the back of my property, but that is embargoed information for her right now.
“Uh, the brand-new windows that suddenly appeared, and the way they’re all blacked out. Do you have some kind of illegal operation going on in there?”
I laugh, taking a long sip of my beer, cursing myself a little for not coming up with a cover story ahead of time. “When I bought the house a couple of months ago, the inspection uncovered rotten wood window frames. I knew I would have to replace them eventually. My assistant made all the arrangements, and they showed up today.”
I shrug, hoping it looks casual. “Don’t want rotted wood, you know?” I say, like I have any fucking clue what I’m talking about. I’m good at a lot of things, but home ownership related stuff falls directly into the category of I’m super glad I can pay someone else to deal with it .
Molly gives me a you’re full of shit expression, and I’m wondering if she’ll press the issue and force me to come up with something on the fly. I suck at coming up with lies on the fly. Lies in general, really. But what comes out of her mouth next makes me wish she had asked more about the garage.
“Speaking of your assistant, what’s going on with my house? I have to say, as someone who is used to doing things on her own, it’s really weird to have just delegated this entire thing to a stranger and not needed to do anything except choose paint colors.”
I take another sip of my beer to wet my suddenly dry throat. “Uh, so they’re just finishing up, actually. You should be able to get back in by the end of the week.”
I stop talking and study her reaction, biting my cheek to keep myself from opening my mouth and assaulting her with every thought in my head.
You belong here.
I don’t want you to go.
Stay right here with me.
Let’s make this house a home.
Molly studies me for a long moment. Anxiety hums under my skin as I think about her going back to her house. Us living in separate places. Going to sleep at night without her next to me. Waking up without her in the morning. No more quiet mornings with peppermint mochas and halves of muffins and kissing her goodbye as she leaves for work and I head to my home office to work on whatever project I have going. It’s possible I’m being just a touch dramatic, but I just got her back, and I don’t want her anywhere but here.
Molly reaches out and lays a hand over mine, squeezing gently. “I was thinking maybe I would stay here, even once my house is finished.”
Relief floods me so hard and fast that I have to work to keep my expression neutral and my voice even. “Oh, yeah?”
She shrugs and picks her fork back up again. “I like it here. You’re a really good cook, and you bring me muffins in the morning. It’s easier to have all the orgasms when we’re in close proximity, and you like it when I dump Reese’s Pieces in the popcorn. Also, you don’t seem to mind when I leave stuff everywhere and get a little chaotic.”
“Your chaos is my favorite thing, and I love your stuff everywhere.”
“No one else ever has,” she mumbles, and the touch of defeat in her tone has all my senses on high alert. It’s so unlike her.
“Hey,” I say, reaching across the table to take both her hands in mine. “I don’t want your stuff anywhere but here. As a matter of fact, let’s go get all the rest of your stuff right now and put it everywhere. I was thinking when you walked in earlier tonight that I love seeing your things all mixed up with mine. It reminds me that you’re here and this,” I motion between us, “is real. I’ve waited a long time to get you back, Rory, and there isn’t one single part of you that I don’t love madly.”
Molly blows out a breath, her expression clearing. “I was kidding, you know, about the cooking and the muffins and the orgasms and everything. I mean, don’t get me wrong; I love those things, so please don’t stop doing them. Especially the orgasms because, let’s be honest, that’s one area where you really excel.”
She gives me an exaggerated wink and we both laugh.
“But really, I just like being here with you. Coming home to you and having this time at the end of the day, staying up late watching superhero movies, stumbling to bed together in the middle of the night, waking up with you in the morning. Just, being together this way, every day. It feels…”
“Right,” I say, squeezing her hands. “It feels right.”
Molly looks down at our joined hands, her gaze landing on the engagement ring she wears. When she looks back up at me, her expression is uncharacteristically serious. “This living together situation may have started because of a tree on my roof and an accidental fake engagement, but nothing about this is for convenience and nothing about this is fake. The way I love you is huge and very, very real.”
I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear those words from her. I pull Molly’s chair closer to mine and wrap an arm around her, putting my other hand on her cheek to turn her face to mine. I lean in and kiss her, pouring everything I feel into it. The relief, the joy. The love. God, the love. It just fills every single part of me, lights me up, makes me feel like I can do anything in the entire world because she loves me, and I get to love her back.
When we break apart, I kiss her forehead and pull back so I can look at her. “Let’s move your stuff into my room right now. Separate bedrooms are no longer necessary.”
Last night when we got back from California, we tumbled into my bed together without thinking about it, and I’m sure we would have done the same thing tonight. But I want to make it official.
“Bet your ass,” she says, leaning in to kiss me again. “Can I turn the other bedroom into a closet? I’m pretty sure a bedroom-sized closet is exactly what I need in my life. And let’s be honest, your closet is…lacking.”
I lean in to kiss her neck. “I’ll get my assistant right on it.”
Molly snuggles deeper into me. “I think I’m going to like living with you. You were totally freaking out about telling me my house was done, weren’t you?”
I laugh, pulling her as close to me as she can get. “Rory, you have no idea.”