Chapter 25
Kyle
Molly and I haven’t had sex for nearly three weeks, as per doctor’s orders. When she pushed me off her, turning down my advances the day after my fight on the ice, my jaw almost broke in half from gawking at her. She’s never turned me down before and I can’t pretend my ego didn’t shrivel up and die momentarily at the thought of her not wanting me anymore. But more to the point, I couldn’t believe Miss sex maniac wanted to go three whole weeks without my cock rearranging her organs. To be fair to her, she made it crystal clear that she didn’t want to go without sex, but that it’s for the best, so I can heal quicker. Plus, her bright pink pocket rocket has had a lot more action than usual, so props to him for keeping her busy these past few weeks. I wasn’t having any of it when she initially told me I was on a sex ban for three weeks, and I’ve been sure to lay out some ground rules of what I am allowed to do. Basically that includes anything other than putting my dick in her, but doesn’t mean I haven’t been able to keep her satisfied in other ways and receive the same treatment back. We’ve still seen each other practically every day, probably more than we usually do. When my head isn’t between her legs or my cock down her throat, we just lay together in bed and cuddle. Sometimes we go for dinner or see a movie, I just love being around her, the beams of sunshine that spring from her when she smiles, simply light me up from the inside out. And now she’s totally herself around me, I get to see the real Molly every single day, she lays her vulnerable self in my palm and just lets me hold her, care for her. The strong, independent mask has completely gone and I know she feels she can be her full self around me, I feel the same about her. She’s still independent don’t get me wrong, but I also get to see the softer side to her. The side that can run to me when she needs comfort, or simply a long hug after a shitty day. We’re so damn comfortable around each other, it’s a little terrifying and thrilling all at the same time.
I’m back on the ice tomorrow thank god, but for tonight, I'm in the crowd with Molly and Callie, like I have been for the past three weeks of torture. Watching my guys out there without me causes me physical pain. There’s an aching in my unused muscles and as the puck whips across the ice towards Jones — who’s temporarily taken my place in goal — my fingers tingle in anticipation. But it’s short lived, the opponents snatch the puck back and Sean yells a loud curse when they score, again. Redwood are three nil down now and it’s like a fucking horror movie out there. Molly is up and down from her seat like a god damn yo-yo and my still recovering neck can’t keep up with her incessant bobbing.
“Come on ref, that was a fucking penalty!” She shrieks, hands in the air and on her feet, again. “Are you fucking blind?”
I chuckle to myself at her passion, I love to see it and I can’t pretend like it doesn’t massively turn me on, watching her get sassy like that. Also I'm in the perfect position down here when she stands up, admiring a front row view of her perky ass. My hand not-so-accidentally finds it occasionally and Molly gifts me a sultry smirk each time.
She sinks down into her seat, brushing a loose hair off her face with a huff. “Did you see that?”
“What?” I murmur, studying her face. My favourite splattering of freckles, her defined jaw, the rosy tint to her cheeks from yelling across the arena. She wafts a hand wildly towards the ice. “That! What just happened with Sean and that fuckwit from the other team.”
“No, I didn’t see, I was looking at you.”
She purses her pink lips, tilting her head with an eye roll. “You’re always looking at me Davis.”
My fingers trace her thigh and her bright eyes follow their movements. “Yeah I know, I can’t help it, you’re just…” I catch her gaze, the sass faltering, “beautiful.”
She inhales an almost silent gasp, before blinking away the moment between us. “Well, keep your eyes on the prize, your guys are fighting for their lives out there.”
She sits back against the chair, sipping at her jumbo sized Pepsi and then handing it over to Callie who sits beside her, munching away at a tub of popcorn. She’s way off the mark with that last comment though, my eyes are laser focused on the prize. The girl who I get to take home every night and fuck until neither of us can walk the next day, the girl who ran to me when I was hurt and the girl who takes up more space in my brain than anyone ever has. She’s the best prize I’ll ever win and as the months tick by my anxiety grows about this arrangement between us coming to an end, when I can no longer hold back my feelings and they come spilling off my tongue like word vomit. I know when that day comes she’ll leave me, I know she doesn’t feel the same and that’s ok, but it doesn’t stop the splintering cracks in my heart from forming when I think about it. That day certainly isn’t far away either and I know it. It’s getting more and more difficult to deny the way I feel about Molly, how deep the love I have for her buries itself into every fibre of my being. I’m not sure how much longer I can contain it before it bursts at the seams and sends her running from me.
The game ended pretty poorly, Redwood losing with a nail biting score of five-six. As the three of us make our way out of the packed arena, like sardines trying to escape our tin, Callie strides ahead, straight into Sean's waiting arms. They both throw us a quick wave, before ducking out into the sweltering heat of the summer that waits outside the bitter cold arena. Molly walks behind me, her fingers threading through mine as I lead her towards the exit. But when I squeeze through a gap in the crowd, Molly’s hand whips out of mine and she bends to the ground, retrieving something. She extends a hand towards me, my wallet resting in her palm. It must have fallen out of my jeans pocket without me noticing and when it falls open, revealing a polaroid photo of her in the centre window, she freezes. She yanks it out, holding it lightly between her fingers and pushing me out of the crowd towards the exit, as she turns it in her hand.
“What is this?” She mumbles quietly, when we finally burst out of the crowd into the warmth of the sun. The beams bounce off her face, making her platinum hair shine like a moonbeam and her eyes look so light it’s like looking up at a totally clear sky.
I smile, taking her wrist in my hand as she continues studying the photo. “It’s you baby,”
Her eyes peer up at me. “Why do you have a photo of me in your wallet?” “I like to be able to look at you when we’re apart. Plus, you’re my lucky charm.”
Molly stares at me in disbelief for a long moment, before letting her head droop with a groan. “Why? Why do you have to do that to me Kyle?” “What?” I snicker, taking her waist between my hands and bringing her flush with my chest.
“Be so damn sweet like that,” her cheeks lift into a smile. “That’s literally the cutest thing I’ve ever heard and you’re definitely getting a blowjob for that later.”
My eyes gape a little, dick already aching for her lips to wrap around it. But I swallow the thought for a moment, focusing on the sunshine that warms her face.
I drop my forehead to her’s, breathing in her pineapple scent. “You’re my best friend Mol,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her perfectly bowed lips. She sighs, content in this moment with me. “You’re my best friend too Ky,” she twists her fingers into the blonde hair at the nape of my neck. “But don’t tell Callie, she’ll murder us both.”
My lips part on a laugh, which she steals from me, tiptoeing up and pressing a tight kiss to my mouth. She breathes a moan when I sweep a tongue across her bottom lip before she graciously lets me in to explore. The kiss is kind of different to usual, like we both have something to say, but have no idea how to find the words.
So instead, we get totally lost in each other.
My hands sink into her tapered waist, running up her warm back and trying so desperately to mould her body to mine. Molly’s hands start on my neck, tangled in my hair, then move down to my shoulders before quickly circling my neck as she lifts her legs to wrap around my waist. I grip her ass and press her back against the wall, not giving a shit that we’re in public right now or that people are likely staring at us. I’m drunk on her, as always and I can’t bear to pull away to even check if a crowd has gathered. Not that I’d stop if they had, everyone can watch. I want everyone to know that Molly Crawford is mine and I intend to do anything I need to do to be able to keep her.