Chapter 15
Kyle
“Out Kyle!” Molly’s nails dig into my bare back as she shoves me down the hallway of her dorm room. “Get out and stay out.”
I spin around and try to lift her over my shoulder, but she’s too quick and proceeds to duck away from my grip on her bare thighs. She’s wearing nothing but a matching set of bright pink, lacy lingerie, her braided hair wild from rolling around in bed with me for the last half an hour. That was until I teased her and wouldn’t let her come, that’s why she’s kicking me out of her dorm right now with a glare permanently etched on her beautiful face. The tiny sprinkling of honey freckles makes her all the more cute though, when she’s trying so hard to be mad. I’m lucky I get to be close enough to her face to be able to see them. I plant a kiss against the apple of her cheek before she can push me out of the dorm and slam the door in my face. I pull my t-shirt over my head to cover my stomach, pulling it down and pressing an ear to the door for a moment when I hear Callie’s questioning tone. Her and Anais both just watched that very weird interaction between Molly and I and I'm sure they are both totally confused as to why the fuck she just threw me out, topless and with a huge tent in my trousers.
I hear Molly sigh. “He wouldn’t let me come, so if you’ll excuse me while I take care of myself.”
Callie and Anais’ laughter sparks a ripple of my own. God, that feisty blonde gets me going in a way nobody else ever has and even when she’s mad at me — like right now — I still can’t help but want to tease her some more. For now though I'll let her play with her pocket rocket and make herself happy, before I call her later and beg for her forgiveness, which I know she won’t be able to resist. The two of us are like horny teenagers and have been spending almost everyday together for the past few weeks. We’ve been painting each other with orgasm after orgasm, before flopping down and falling asleep with our legs tangled.
Kyle:
‘You done being dramatic?’
Is the text I eventually shoot off a couple of hours later, when I know Molly will have gotten her frustration with me out on her pink, battery powered boyfriend.
Molly:
‘Literally never,’
Then she adds more,
Molly:
‘And I'm still not talking to you.’ She responds and my face crinkles into a smile when I think about her still stomping around her dorm in a huff with me, probably cursing my name under her breath.
Kyle:
‘Shall I come over and finish the job?’
I tease, knowing full well she will have done that herself by now. But for some reason, taunting her and getting her all riled up is addictive and I can’t stop myself. There’s a flutter in the pit of my stomach when my phone lights up with her reply.
Molly:
‘Already finished it for you. If you can’t handle the heat, then get out of the kitchen Davis.’
I grin so widely it hurts as I type out my response, already wiggling my feet into my shoes, ready to head over to her.
Kyle:
‘I just finished cooking a delicious salmon and now I'm coming over for dessert. *Devil emoji*’
Molly:
‘You better bring some food with you, otherwise don’t bother begging your way into my magic kingdom.’
I grab my keys and a Tupperware of leftover honey glazed salmon for Molly, heading for my car.
Kyle:
‘Food is the way to your heart huh? Noted.’
Molly:
‘Not my heart, there’s no way anyone can unlock that bad boy. But getting into my pants? Sure, food works.’
I smile to myself as I start the car and drop my phone into my pocket, but I can’t ignore the ache in my chest that gallops along with my heart as I try to squash down the words Molly just said. They’re irrelevant really because I’m not in love with her, of course not, that’s insane. I’ve only know her for two months and I—I…My god, I'm even stuttering in my own head now. I shake my mind free of it’s whacky thoughts and fly down the road towards Molly’s dorm, eager to satisfy the throbbing in my pants that’s been bothering me since this afternoon when she kicked me out.
The scattering of pucks onto the ice hauls my attention back to my training session. The last week has been chaotic to say the least, my mind spinning from the weight of my packed schedule and I’ve only been able to see Molly twice this week, which is making me extra grumpy. I’m extremely highly strung today, hoping to get off early and fly over to her dorm before I go home and get an early night in preparation for our game tomorrow. Sean lands a smack on the back of my helmet as he whips past the goal. “Davis man, focus, I'm going to absolutely destroy you if you keep daydreaming.”
I pull my mind back to the game, sinking into position and watching the puck zip across the ice towards me. Sean passes it to Nick, his stick cracking against it with the force of his hit, Nick passes it back to Sean and the puck goes flying towards me at close range. I snap my knees together, falling to the ground and the puck bounces off my shins, sliding back across the ice to Lewis. He rewards me with a slow clap for saving the first of Sean’s attempts to rile me up today.
Sean is our captain and of course, being my best friend, he likes to pick on me the most, taunting and teasing me into getting fiery and therefore often saving more goals. It’s a tactic of his to keep me on form, but I think he actually enjoys it too, watching the red burn my cheeks and neck as the adrenaline pumps through me. It works though, almost always helping me stay laser focused and being the building block that eventually carries us to victory.
When I finally pull the sweaty helmet from my head it’s almost 6pm and with a grunt, I yank my skates off my feet in the locker rooms, shoving my shit into my bag.
Sean clicks his locker open next to me, noting my less than happy expression. “You’re a grumpy fucker today, what’s up? Molly not been keeping you satisfied lately?”
I flash him a scowl. “No, it’s not her fault. I’ve just not had time to see her much this week and it’s making me horny as hell.”
Sean snickers, slamming his locker shut and slinging a towel over his arm. His gaze falls to my hand when I haul my bag over my shoulder and his eyes immediately widen. “What the hell happened to your finger?” I look down at the stormy coloured bruise that circles the top of my index finger and shrug. “Molly bit me.” When I look back up at Sean, a cloud of confusion hangs over him. “During sex,” I clarify, my hands up in defence. “Not just randomly,”
Sean breathes a laugh and rubs his face. “Thank fuck for that, because I was kind of worried about you, that girl is a fireball sometimes.”
“Nah,” I smirk, “she’s just fucking wild in bed.”
Sean nods, lips clamped to stop his smile. “Yeah, I could believe that.” I twist around, grabbing my shoes and sinking my feet into them. “Is that a hickey too?” Sean gawks, poking a finger into the column of my neck that’s now littered with purple swells.
“Yeah, she likes to mark me so people know I'm taken.” I rub the back of my neck, eyes trying to land anywhere but Sean’s face right now. I’m not embarrassed of the hickeys or the bruised finger. I want everyone to know I'm Molly’s and that I'm not in the market to see anyone else right now, but for some reason, Sean’s questioning is making me squirm with anxiety. Sean nudges my shoulder, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Thought you two were just casual?”
“We are, but she doesn’t want me to see anyone else while we're fucking.” Sean barks a quiet laugh, checking over his shoulder to make sure no one is listening to our private conversation. “Well, not only is she wild, but she’s very fucking brave trusting you not to fuck anyone else.”
I shrug, heat creeping up my neck again. “I don’t want to fuck anyone else.”
Sean’s expression changes immediately, his eyebrows lifting on his forehead. “Careful man, sounds like you’re catching some feelings there.” I shake my head, probably a little too fast. “No, no,” I hold my hands up, “it’s just, you know, sex.” Sean’s lips press together and I feel even more compelled to defend myself. “Seriously Sean, it’s—it’s…ahhh.” I run a hand down my face, shielding myself from Sean’s accusatory smirk. “Yeah, sure man, whatever you say.” He snickers, flashing a toothy grin over his shoulder as he heads for the showers.
Why the hell can’t I learn to keep my mouth closed instead of embarrassing myself at every turn?