Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Bobby
“You need to calm down,” I tell myself in the rearview mirror of Wolverine. Myself doesn’t listen.
Wolverine does though. Soft music flows through the speakers. I’m parked half a block down from Molly’s place, twenty minutes early for our date, knee jumping in nervous anticipation. I scrub a hand down my face and turn away from the mirror in disgust. Since when does Bobby Rhodes get nervous about a girl?
Maybe since the girl is way too good for him.
That stupid voice in my head won’t shut up. It was squawking as I bought the biggest bouquet of flowers the shop had. It whispered in my ear as I went to three different stores before I found key lime Twizzlers. It was practically screaming as I checked my favorite Gucci wallet for condoms before heading out the door. Not that I intend to sleep with Molly tonight. But a guy can ’ t be too prepared , has always been my motto. Actually, I’ve never had a motto. Mottos would mean I put time and thought into it, and let’s be honest, I usually just fly by the seat of my very stylish pants.
I rest my head back and close my eyes, taking long, measured deep breaths. My session with Ashley early this morning involved visualization, a technique used for things that chronically make me angry. Turns out it’s pretty useful for nervousness too. The bats in my stomach are finally calming down. Maybe Coach should have Ashley do a session with the whole team. Now that he and I are pals, maybe he’ll take my suggestion.
I laugh out loud as I visualize that dinner with him. Talk about awkward. He ordered oysters first thing, and I thought maybe he was trying to hit on me. What guy orders oysters at dinner with another guy?
Coach actually just loves oysters, which is one of the many things I found out about him. He tried to be my friend, which was a move I wasn’t expecting. I obliged, and by the end of dinner, I found myself actually liking the guy. He’s still a dick on the ice, but taking the time to get to know me on a friendly level somehow makes his tough love palatable.
I suggested he do the same with each guy on the team. Which is why I’m laughing, thinking of all my teammates having to endure dinner with Coach. Serves those fuckers right. They gave me so much shit about my book and texting Molly, they deserve to slurp oysters with Coach over candlelight.
I check my watch again and put the car in drive when I see it’s ten to seven. Close enough. We can just get to our reservation at the Rusty Pelican early. I already tipped the ma?tre d’ enough to warrant getting a table a little early when I went in and begged for a last minute reservation straight off the airplane.
My heart starts beating fast and hard as I see a single light on in her house. I turn off the car and tug on the cuffs of my shirt, which is lime green to match the Twizzlers. I grab the bouquet of flowers with the package of candy tucked inside and head for the front door. I could swear the curtains on the house next door move, but then Molly’s big white door is opening and my entire being is focused on her.
“Damn...” I mutter under my breath, completely taken aback by the vision in front of me.
She’s clutching the door like it’s holding her up, but when I see the mile-high stilettos on her feet, it makes sense. She’s in a new pencil skirt, this one lacy and a deep burgundy that matches her lipstick. The black silk blouse has a flouncy bow at her breast, making her look like a present I want to unwrap and devour. Her gorgeous eyes are wide and unsure as she looks at me from under thick lashes. Her hair is down and curled, looking thick enough to get both of my fists lost in the strands. She looks fucking amazing. But also different.
I try to shake off the fog and act like the gentleman I lectured myself about being. “You look...”
“Ridiculous?” she offers, forehead wrinkling.
I step inside her house, my loafers toe to toe with her heels as I hold the bouquet out to the side so I can look deep into her eyes. Shit. I’m already fucking this up if she’s belittling herself because I can’t seem to form words.
“No. You look stunning. Unbelievably good. So good I could forget dinner entirely and just eat you. So fucking hot I don’t know if I want to take you out and share you with other people. You look so beautiful I want only my eyes on you, or I might be insanely jealous of everyone else.”
Her eyes widen and I keep going, refusing to be another man in her life that makes her feel less than. My free hand skims over her hip and slides around her waist, pulling her into me. “I’ve been waiting for days to lay eyes on you and now I know why. You’re like oxygen, necessary and life-giving.”
Her lips purse and tremble as she blinks up at me. “Wow.”
I nod, arm tightening around her waist. “Yeah,” I whisper back, leaning down to pluck a kiss from her lips while inhaling her familiar scent. She opens for me immediately, her hands sliding up my arms and over my shoulders. I step farther into her and she steps back. I follow, my tongue delving inside to taste her, desperate for more from this woman. Feeling like we’re on display and not wanting that, I flail my leg and whack the door. The thing slams shut and the noise makes Molly jump in my arms. She gasps and then grins at me while we both breathe hard.
“I’ll say it again. Wow.”
I think I might make it a personal challenge to get more wows out of her before the night is up. I release her just the tiniest bit and offer her the flowers. She looks down at them with surprise, like she didn’t see them when I knocked on her door. I really fucking like that she only had eyes for me too.
“Oh my god, you found the Twizzlers?” She looks up at me, mouth popped open. “You remembered?”
I frown and pluck the candy from the bouquet. “Of course I remembered. My girl says she likes key lime Twizzlers, you bet I’m going to find them for her.”
Heat sweeps across Molly’s face. “Your girl, huh?”
I put the flowers down on a small dining table a few feet away from us. Her place is small but charming, exactly as I would have envisioned Molly’s space. Back in front of her, I rip open the candy. “Lucky for you, we’re a little early for our reservation. Plenty of time for me to feed you a Twizzler.” I slide one out of the package and tease the end against her lips. “Open, baby.”
Molly tips her head back and opens her mouth, eyes twinkling in the lamplight coming from beside the couch behind us. I slide the candy in and watch her tongue circle it. Everything below my belt tightens painfully.
“Can’t tell you how much I like you trusting me,” I say roughly, incredibly turned on watching her take my candy in her mouth. And yes, I wish that was a euphemism for something else.
Molly closes her mouth on the candy and bites down, snapping off the piece that’s in her mouth. “Now you try it.”
I hand her the candy. “Feed me.” She grins, sucking on her candy while she does a helicopter move I’ve seen moms do to their toddlers. I burst out laughing and that’s when she pops it in my mouth.
“Suck on it and tell me if you like it,” she says with a voice so sultry, I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to make it through dinner in public without being indecently turned on. I bite off a piece and wince as the sugary tart taste bursts in my mouth.
“I like it, but I like tasting you better,” I answer.
Molly shifts closer, her hand trailing up my torso, making every muscle twitch in her wake. Her finger slides into my open collar and touches the skin at my neck. Why does her innocent touch feel better than all the puck bunnies who ever existed combined?
“Molly?”
“Huh?” Her eyes look like she’s drugged, half-mast and thoroughly distracted as she traces back and forth over my exposed skin.
“If you don’t stop touching me right now, we’re not going to make it to dinner.” My voice is barely above a rumble at this point. Pretty sure I’ll have to think about oysters and dinner with Coach if I’m ever going to get this erection to go down enough to be in public.
Molly’s eyes widen as she finally focuses. Then, with a wicked arch to her brow, she reaches up with her other hand and unbuttons my shirt so she has more skin to caress. My body is humming with excitement, not at all concerned with skipping dinner. That’s a green-fucking-light if I’ve ever seen one.
“I warned you.” I give her one last chance to say no, but the little vixen tweaks my nipple instead. Not to the point of pain, but hard enough all the blood rushes through my ears as it heads south.
I slide my hand to cup the nape of her neck and slam my lips down on hers. I’m not careful or sweet or tentative as I take her mouth. She tastes like key lime and MILF. This woman has driven me crazy, and I need her out of these proper clothes right fucking now.
My hand fumbles with the zipper at the back of her skirt, then slides up her silky-smooth back to find some way out of this blouse. Her skirt falls to the floor, but my watch is now caught in her blouse. I break away from her mouth and take in the black lacy panties she’s wearing. Combine that with the sexy stilettos and the tiny little puffs of air coming from her lipstick-stained lips, and I’m fucking done for.
“Can you get this blouse off before I rip it?” I manage to ask between clenched teeth.
Molly huffs out a laugh, but reaches below her armpit to some secret zipper that only women know about. Down it goes, and suddenly my watch is free as I get the blouse over her head and thrown to the ground. Her breasts are absolutely insane in a matching black lace bra that pushes them up and together. I drop my forehead to hers and squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t embarrass myself like a teen boy.
“Fuck, Molly,” I groan.
“Fuck good or fuck bad?” she whispers back.
My eyes fly open. I grab her hand and press it against my fully erect cock. “You tell me, baby.”
Her eyes go wide but she doesn’t pull away. I let go of her hand, and still she stays there, stroking light fingers up and down my dick over my pants. A shiver racks my body.
“Damn that feels good.”
“I want you to feel good,” she whispers back sweetly.
I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her again before breaking away. “Anything you do will make me feel good. Believe me. I just gotta last long enough to make sure you feel good.”
Molly’s teeth find her lower lip. Then she says something and I swear I’m trying to listen but her fingers keep stroking me and it’s nearly impossible.
“It doesn’t always happen.”
Belatedly, my brain kicks into gear. I pull back and stare down at this beautiful woman, sure I misinterpreted. “What doesn’t always happen?”
She shrugs like I asked if she wanted chocolate ice cream or vanilla. But this topic is like heading to the finals and losing to Toronto and asking if I’m upset about the loss. It’s a big fucking deal.
“Orgasm through sex.”
Now I’m angry. Not in the lose-my-shit-and-make-a-mess-of-things kind of way. More like, I will prove this woman wrong if it’s the last thing I do on this green earth. I let go of her, only to dip down and pick her up, princess style. She lets out a surprised whoop and winds her arms around my shoulders. I stalk over to the couch and sit her down, shoving her knees apart with my shoulders and making room for myself as I crouch down.
“Lift,” I bark, hooking my fingers in her panties and tugging. She complies and I peel them off her body, tucking them into my pants pocket. She’s wet, glistening in the lamplight. The skin around her pubic bone is bright pink, waxed clean. Molly shifts her hips, like she’s nervous.
I wrench my gaze away from the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen and stare her down until she looks at me. “Did you wax this for me, baby?”
She licks her lips and nods, face taking on the same shade of pink. I grin, insanely touched that she put in so much effort for our date, also assuming we’d end up right here. “I love it. But for future reference, you don’t have to go to those lengths for me. I don’t like you in pain for some beauty standard you think you have to hit. Now put those heels on my shoulders so I can finally taste you.”
Molly sucks in air, but does as she’s told, resting first one and then the other calf on my shoulders.
“That’s it. Now relax and let me prove you wrong.”
Molly huffs, but it quickly turns to a moan as I kiss my way up one inner thigh and then the next. Her skin is so soft. So fucking perfect. I’m shaking by the time I let myself lick her center, one long drag, bottom to top, that tells me just how wet she is for me. Molly gasps above me and I smile against her flesh. It’s going to be so much fun proving her wrong. Over and over again.