Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
PARKER
I blanched at her abruptness. Did she really just ask that?
"You know we're in a church, right?"
Molly had the audacity to chuckle. I knew as soon as she leaned into me and whispered, "Are you telling me you weren't thinking about it?" that I was a goner.
"I didn't say that."
The smile Molly beamed my way was enough to make my heart speed up. "Glad to know we're on the same page."
How the hell did we get to this point?
I didn't have the slightest idea, and I wasn't sure if that should scare or excite me.
"I think you're going to be dangerous for my health," I whispered back.
Everyone in the church turned their heads in our direction when Molly threw her head back and barked out a loud laugh.
It wasn't until she got herself under control that she responded, "Oh you have no idea."
From the corner of my eye, I saw Elle make her way over to us. She's no longer holding Savannah like she had been when we first talked. Instead the baby was tucked safely in her father's arms.
"Looks like you two are getting along. I think it's only fair that I take credit for this little reunion."
Molly scoffed at her friend, "Of course you would."
Elle was no pushover and made it known as she dropped her fists to her hips. "Um, excuse me. Was I the only one there for our conversation a few minutes ago? You didn't even want to come over and talk to Parker. I practically had to shove you at him."
I looked over at my wife.
Damn, that was going to take some time to get used to.
My wife.
"Okay, maybe you did, but you don't have to gloat about it."
"I'll gloat if I want to because if the tables were turned, you would do the same damn thing."
Molly didn't bother to deny it, and it gave me a better perspective of the relationship they have.
"As much fun as I'm finding this, I think we need to leave the church before the priest kicks us out. He keeps giving us the stink eye," I informed the two women.
Elle whipped around so fast I was surprised she didn't give herself whiplash. Not to mention fall on the damn spiked heels she called shoes. How women walked in those things would always be a mystery to me.
"There's not a damn person in the world who's going to rush us at the moment. Not when I just got the two of you to talk."
I shook my head. "I'm pretty sure this much cussing in church is frowned upon."
"Oh please." Elle rolled her eyes. "Says the manwhore who uses fuck like it's a verb."
I glared at her before glancing over at Molly. I expected my wife to look disgusted by Elle's admission, but once again, she surprised me. Molly had a twinkle in her eye. "I guess that answers my question about sex."
I was cut off from answering by Elle's whistle. "Things are moving along nicely if the two of you are already discussing sex."
"Don't you have a husband and daughter to get back to?" I snapped at Rhett's wife.
Elle waved me off. "They're fine. I'm invested in this relationship at this point. I need to make sure you aren't going to hurt my best friend. Otherwise I'd have to kick your ass."
Like she could. Rhett maybe but certainly not Elle.
Okay, that was a lie. I would never be able to hit her back or put my hands on her, so she probably could.
"You calling me a manwhore to my wife isn't going to help my cause."
"Aww, he called you his wife," Elle clutched her chest and spoke straight at Molly.
Molly rolled her eyes. "I heard him. No need for the play-by-play."
Elle didn't appear the least bit bothered by Molly's attitude because she steamrolled the conversation further.
"Yes, but did you understand the significance of that?
This is the same man who hasn't had the same woman in his bed twice, and he's over here calling you his wife like it means something important. "
"You know I'm right here, right? I can literally hear everything you say about me." And I didn't like the way she was portraying me.
"Are you denying any of what I said?"
I had to force myself to calm down before I said something that would get me in trouble with her husband. "That's not the point."
"That's what I thought. Before marriage you were a manwhore, but now you sound all possessive about my friend like you plan to keep her forever."
I wasn't sure about forever, but I damn well wanted to see if it could lead toward that.
"Technically I've only been in his bed once, so he's still a manwhore based on your definition of him."
I whipped my head and met the amused eyes of my wife. "I thought we already agreed to see where this would go? You asked about sex, which correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought that meant there would be more than one time between us?"
"And technically you evaded the question by telling me I would be bad for your health."
She would be if this was any indication of how our marriage was going to go.
"Would you rather I spelled it out for you even though we're in a church?"
Molly gifted me with a dazzling but mischievous smile. "Actually yes, I would."
Your wish is my command.
Snaking my arm out, I pulled her closer until our bodies were flush against each other.
"I know we both don't remember our first time together, but I can promise you I'll have you screaming my name several times when I get you in my bed again.
And I don't just mean one mind-blowing orgasm.
I'll give you a minimum of three until you forget not only your name but every man who came before me," I whispered in her ear.
I never thought I would see the day, but clearly I was wrong. The slightest pink blush worked its way up Molly's neck. "I'm going to hold you to that. I hate to be disappointed. It would be grounds for a divorce."
I tipped my head back and let out a bark of laughter. "Yeah, you are definitely going to be bad for my health."
I glanced up just in time to see a smirk on Elle's face. I knew without even asking that she was happy for her friend. I might've been a manwhore before my wedding, but I was about to prove that men really can change for the right woman.