Chapter 36
RAWR
MOLLY
My body is on fire.
My skin. My blood. My pussy. Scalding hot, searing, boiling inferno. Surely I'm not about to fool around in a bar bathroom.
Then I picture the look on his face when he pulled open the door, and I know.
Yes. Yes I am.
Now all I have to do is wait for a couple of minutes and pretend for a second that I understand how time works. I'm thinking deeply about his dick when Carlin comes around, smiling.
"Hey!" he says, leaning in to give me a hug. "Damn girl, it's good to see you out. Looks like you and coach are official. And here I thought you broke up," he says on an easy laugh. "I've been trying to pry the deets out of you, but you're giving me nothing, Mols."
"I know, I'm sorry. I was just so…well, I was miserable. I couldn't talk about it. Too fresh, you know?"
"I get it. Raw. Like your arm got cut off and hasn't been doctored yet." His eyes crinkle when he takes a sip of his beer.
I laugh. "It felt exactly like that. I just needed to turtle. Get in my shell and hide out for a bit."
"I wish you would have let me cheer you up. I'm a pretty good cheerer-upper."
"You really are."
"Nerds clusters save lives, that's all I'm saying." He watches me as I laugh with warmest look is on his face, his eyes sharp and clever as always. "Y'all really do look happy, Mols. I know it was rough with the gossip and all, but you deserve to be happy. That's all I want, all that matters."
I'm touched. "That makes me really happy, Carlin. Thanks."
"'Course. I've always got your back. If you need anything, any time, I'm there."
A pretty brunette appears at his elbow, two drinks in hand. She passes one to him with a shy smile.
"Oh! Mols, this is Nurse Nancy's niece, Katie."
"The librarian!" Katie says brightly. "Aunt Nancy talks about you all the time. It's so nice to finally meet you."
"You too! I'm so glad Carlin found you," I say, beaming at him. He just shrugs, but he's smiling.
I'm about to talk him up to Katie when Cass grabs my arm. "Come with me. I need to pee. Hey, Carlin."
"Hey, Cass." He lifts his beer in a wave, then turns back to Katie, leaning in to say something that makes her laugh.
Good for him. He deserves someone great.
She's yanking my arm, and I slide off my seat, let her drag me off. All the stalls are full, so we wait in the hallway. I stare at that third door, and boom. Pussy sweat.
Cass is nearly bouncing out of her skin, grinning like a maniac. "Ohmygod!" she whisperhisses. "You are glowing. And he can't keep his hands off you. It's so cute. Also a little gross."
I laugh, flushing. "Sorry."
"Please, don't be. Just be happy. You deserve this after all the bullshit. Glow. Get handsy in public. You earned it. But like…after everything that went down, I'm floored. What happened? Somehow I can't imagine Grey caving and calling you--he enjoys punishing himself too much."
So I tell her the story briefly, unable to keep my eyes off the third door. She listens, rapt.
"So he did cave. Good. He owed you that."
I laugh, but my eyes snap back to that door. There's a bomb behind it, and I want to detonate it.
Confused, she follows my gaze, then her eyes widen, a wicked smile rising. "Wait--is he in there?" she whispers.
I nod, my lips pursed.
She's giddy. "Is he waiting on you?"
My face flames like a bonfire. I nod again.
Cass is drunk and giggling and bouncing because she has to go. "Shit, I really do have to pee. Anyway, don't be embarrassed--fooling around in a bathroom at The Horseshoe is a rite of passage. Go," she says on a laugh. "I'll cover for you."
Relieved, I relax a hair, already rushing in that direction. "You're the best." I approach the third door and knock, saying quietly, "It's me."
The door opens, and I'm yanked inside to a whooping, Ow, ow!
from Cass. And then the bolt clicks, and I'm pinned against the door, and he's everywhere, the kiss bruising.
I'm gasping into his mouth, and his hands are all over me and mine are on him, in his hair, clutching his shirt.
I almost fall over when he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine.
"I couldn't wait," he pants, his lips finding my neck. "You drive me fucking crazy, sitting in my lap in this skirt all night." He pulls one of my legs up, wrapping it around his waist, opening me up to slide his hand up to my ass.
"Grey," I moan softly.
"Say my name like that again." He squeezes my ass hard, his pinky finger brushing the leg of my panties right next to my pussy.
"Grey…"
He groans into my mouth, kissing me, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my ass cheek.
"I love this skirt."
"Do you?" I pant.
"So fucking much, I'm about to ruin your panties."
I start to laugh and say he already did, but then his fingers brush my pussy through my panties, finding me soaking wet, and I gasp a little Oh!
And then he does the impossible--his free hand joins the busy one, fingers sliding into both sides of my soaked panties, and he rips them in half at the weakened wet spot.
I gasp, laugh, and gape my shock as he yanks the elastic bands of each leg to snap them, then watch him stuff my ruined panties in his pocket.
"Mine now," he mutters, gripping my thigh around his waist with one hand, the other reaching for my pussy. His fingers slide through my wetness, and I moan.
"Fuck, babygirl--you're so wet."
He circles my clit, knowing exactly what rhythm, the pressure, so perfect that immediately, I'm writhing, gripping his shoulders, mouth clamped shut in an effort to be quiet.
The effort is lost when he slips a finger inside me, stroking my clit with his thumb.
Then a second finger, stretching me wider, curling, finding that spot.
There's no teasing this time, no slow and steady, no edging.
No, this time it is a race, his rhythm fast and intense.
I'm climbing so fast, the surge spurred by the danger of being caught.
But I don't care. He feels so good, I'm already reaching that point when want becomes need, when I am so needful, I would do anything he asked.
Anything.
I'm already close, fluttering around his fingers, my hips grinding.
"That's it. Let me feel you," he whispers in my ear, and that’s all she wrote. .
I come fast and hard, curling into him, biting his shoulder to muffle the sound, pussy clenching around his fingers as he works me through it, not stopping until I'm trembling.
I lean back against the door again, watch him bring his fingers to his mouth and taste me. Fuck, I love when he does that. It's so filthy. Already, I want more. Starting with his dick. I reach for his belt, but he stops me.
"Not here."
"But--"
He cups my face, kisses me hard.
"We're leaving. Now."
"Now?"
"Right fucking now."
I am a floating, boneless creature, and he's wound so tight, he looks like he might snap. I want to get home, want to touch him until he's unraveled and boneless next to me.
His breath is shallow, his concentration focused on righting my skirt, steadying me when I wobble.
Washes his hands, then he smooths my hair, kisses me.
His shirt is all wrinkled and his hair is a mess--I fix it for him.
He opens the door, checks if the coast is clear, and then we're gone, waving goodbye on our path to the door almost too fast for anybody to see.
Thank god I gave Grey my ID and left my phone in the truck.
I'd die of embarrassment if we had to go back over there.
We bolt out of the bar and to the truck, breathless as we climb in.
He's backing out. I'm flipping the console up and diving into his lap.
He accidentally slams the brakes, hissing, his hand flying to the back of my neck, but he doesn't stop me, lets me undo his jeans.
His cock juts out, hard and glistening at the tip, and the second I grip his shaft, his crown is in my mouth.
"Fuck, Molly--…Jesus--"
He's driving one handed, speeding back to his place, which thankfully is close.
The way he's moaning and groaning, I don't know if he'll last long.
His hand leaves my neck to reach for my skirt, gathering it up to bare my ass.
Now the noise he's making are obscene, and the salty tang of him coats my tongue.
And we cannot get home fast enough.