Chapter 12
Molly
I thought for sure I’d feel like shit this morning, but I’m actually feeling surprisingly sprightly when I open my eyes. Don’t get me wrong, my head is pumping, like a drummer moved in over night without my permission, but I guess Kyle and I did drink three bottles of wine.
Kyle.
I twist my face, to find the guy who rearranged my limbs last night breathing softly beside me, his face nuzzled into the warmth of my neck and the smile that graces my face is not welcome. I shake it off and wriggle out of Kyle’s huge hockey arms, ruffling my hair and stepping into the view of my full length mirror. I whip the old battered t-shirt from over my head and rub my eyes, noticing the purple marks that trail down my neck and over the swell of my breasts.
Damn, he's good. I didn’t even notice him making those, but I guess my mind was a little distracted by the back breaking dick he was slamming inside me. I pull my hair into a messy braid, yanking on a pair of pyjama shorts — silk with hearts dotted all over — and a black tank top, that was the first thing I found when routing around in my dresser. I spare a glance at the quietly sleeping Kyle, my eyes can’t help but linger on his torso again. My pussy flutters instinctively and I remind her to calm the fuck down, she’s still recovering from the wrecking ball that cracked her in half last night. I close the bedroom door extra quietly behind me and pad barefoot to the kitchen, where Sean sits on a bar stool, Callie perched on his knee. “Good morning,” Callie chirps, accusation heavy in her tone, but I ignore it and gleam back at her.
“Hey Cal, did you guys have a good night last night? I didn’t even hear you come in.” I reach for the just boiled coffee machine and pop a pod into the top, listening to it whir as the strong aroma of caramel fills the air. Callie sighs. “Yeah, kind of. But Mr big shot over here decided it would be a good idea to bet some random guy from the swim team, that he could beat him at beer pong,” she throws a glare at Sean, who cowers behind her tiny frame, his arms wrapped around her waist. “Turns out, he’s shit at it and the dipshit bet me as the prize.”
That’s got my attention.
“Sorry, what the fuck? What do you mean he bet you as the prize?” Sean lowers his face even more, when my piercing eyes land on him too. Two tiny women, throwing him menacing glares and the six-foot-four hockey captain quivers in his boots. Embarrassing if you ask me. Callie nods, eye roll following. “Yeah, he told the guy that if he won, he could kiss me.”
I almost spray my coffee across the kitchen, my eyes gaping wide as I watch Sean try to disappear behind his pocket sized girlfriend. “What the hell were you thinking Taylor? You think you can bet my best friend like she's some sort of prostitute? I swear to god, you better run right now,” I lift my fist and swing it in circles through the air, threatening him. “Callie, please don’t let her hurt me,” he whispers into her ear and I pretend to charge towards him. The man lifts Callie from his lap, using her as human shield and the two of us burst into laughter.
After the bellowing dies down, I take another sip of my coffee, buttery caramel coating my tongue. “No, but seriously Sean, what the fuck?” He holds his hands up, Callie now snugly back on his lap. “I know, it was stupid…but I learnt my lesson.” He drops his eyes and Callie smirks at me. “When the guy tried to collect his winnings, Sean flew totally off the rails, pinning him against the wall.” Callie shrugs, flashing me a sneaky wink, that Sean can’t see. “It’s a shame really, I was quite looking forward to kissing him, he’s hot as balls.”
Sean’s face pales and his eyebrows fly up into his hairline, before Callie twists her face to his, with a teasing grin plastered across her cheeks. He breathes a hard sigh of relief and his fingers soon find her waist, tickling until the poor girl can barely breathe.
I love watching them like this, my best friend loved and worshipped by the man who worked so hard to win her over, and she deserves every bit of him. Sean loves her so hard it’s infectious, could make anyone pine for the type of love and devotion those two have…well, almost anyone. You’d think I’d want the same for myself, but no. I know some people have relationships like their’s, but I’ve seen too much of the opposite over the years, especially in university. The thought of giving myself so wholly to someone else, trusting them to look after my heart and keep it from splintering, is too much for my mind to even comprehend.
The footsteps that make themselves known, draw me out of my thoughts and Kyle’s nervous gaze comes into view from the hallway. He stops in his tracks, when three pairs of eyes fall on him, Callie and Sean also have their jaws hanging dramatically, like Jesus Christ himself just entered the room. I mean seriously, what did those two think was going to happen, when they left me and Kyle alone last night?
“Erm, care to explain?” Callie gawks, as Kyle makes his way towards me, my hand outstretched with another cup of coffee, that he takes from me with a timid smile.
Kyle catches Callie’s accusatory glare and points at me. “It was her Cal, I swear, it was all her idea.”
“It better have been,” Callie fists her hip, “or I’ll hang your balls from my keys, like I warned you.”
“You going to let her threaten me like that?” Kyle gestures to Sean, who’s too busy combing Callie’s wild curls with his fingers.
Sean simply shrugs. “She can say whatever she wants man, she sucks my dick.”
Kyle rolls his eyes and gifts me a fleeting grin.
“Anyway,” Sean continues, “you got your own way in the end, so I don’t know why you’re complaining. Honestly well done, she’s a tough one to crack.” He says, looking at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I will murder you Sean,” my eyes narrow and his Adam’s apple bobs. What’s with these two huge hockey players, thick muscly thighs and bulging biceps, being scared of two barely five-foot women?
“So,” Callie smirks behind the rim of her coffee cup. “How was it?” “The sex?” Kyle responds, looking to me for help. I gesture for him to take centre stage and he swallows hard, wiping a drop of coffee from his lips. “It was—”
“Best fuck of his life.” I finish for him, popping a hip and smiling teasingly at Kyle, who’s trying so hard to hide his prideful grin.
He shuffles his feet a little, raking his blonde hair and his eyes land back on me. “I’m going to…shower if, if that’s ok?”
“Go for it,” I tip my head towards the hallway. “Bathroom’s just next to my room.”
He nods with a timid smile and leaves the kitchen, earning a smack on his firm ass as he passes me. “I fucking love hockey butts,” I tease and Kyle’s cheeks flush with a light shade of red, before he disappears around the corner. I spread my palms, demonstrating, whilst looking at Sean and Callie as I mouth, ‘fucking massive dick’ at them. Callie snickers and Sean almost falls off the fucking barstool with laughter, his eyes creasing, whilst Callie rolls her’s at him as usual.
I take a seat opposite them, taking a sip of hot coffee and warming my hands with my mug. “Why is he so nervous around me? He just cracked me in half with his dick and now he’s shuffling around, mumbling his words again.”
“Can’t help you there Mol,” he lifts his shoulders casually, then drops them. “He’s not usually like this with girls…but there aren’t many girls like you.” His blinding grin has my chin on my fist, fluttering my eyelashes at him playfully.
“I know, thanks Sean.” I smile and Callie lifts one sculpted brow at me. “Not sure that was a compliment Molly,” she muses and Sean tenses beneath her.
He drops his mouth to her ear, whispering, “Shhh, she’ll claw my eyes out.” That I would.
Sean lifts Callie from his knee and pats her ass as he leaves. “Just going to get ready baby.”
She flicks him a thumbs up and drains the rest of her coffee, sliding her cup across the island, for me to put in the sink for her. Fucking princess. I guess I should get dressed too, Mike will be expecting me in the next hour and I don’t need to have him kicking my ass all day because I was late. I dump the mugs in the sink, promising myself I’ll wash them when I get home later, and make my way back to my bedroom. Kyle is still in the shower and as I throw on my running clothes, I hear the water shut off, steam seeping out from under the door and creating a cloud in the hallway. I tap lightly on Anais’ bedroom door, that’s been closed all of last night and still this morning. Surely she has training too if Callie does.
I hear nothing on the other side, so I twist the knob gently and push it open. The smell of half burnt, rose scented candle wax hits me and the sunlight pours through the open blinds. She’s not here though and the bed has definitely not been slept in.
“Hey Cal,” I yell down the hallway, “you spoken to Nay since yesterday?” “No,” she yells back, wariness in her tone. “Why?”
Where the hell is that girl? I hope she’s ok.
I dig in my pocket for my phone and call her, muttering a quiet, “Thank god,” when she answers almost immediately.
“Where the fuck are you? Did you stay out all night?” My breathing is shallow, panicked a little at the thought of my friend being in some sort of trouble. But Anais simply laughs.
“I’m good Mol, don’t stress, I was with Sophia.”
Ew, why would she be with that bitch?
I’m not on the gymnastics team, so I’ve never had the pleasure of Sophia’s company. But I’ve heard enough about her from Callie, to know she’s not someone I’d like to get acquainted with.
“I thought you had better taste in friends than her,” I grimace, turning to see Kyle walking towards me.
Anais chuckles again. “I stayed at her house last night because we have a joint project and we didn’t finish it until 2am.”
Kyle’s arms come around my waist from behind, his fingers dancing over my bellybutton stone. I let out an audible moan, as his hand travels lower. He hasn’t even touched me yet, not really, but the memory of the magic that this man’s fingers can do, has my legs quivering already. I hang up the phone without even saying goodbye to Anais and instead, twisting in Kyle’s grasp to face him. His hair is damp, sticking in different directions and his bright blue eyes are dazzling as they coast over me, before landing on my face again.
“Ky, come on we’re going to be late and coach will have us by the balls!” Sean calls and Kyle’s face drops a little with disappointment. I don’t want him to leave yet either, I'd love another game of hide the pickle, but we both have a busy schedule today.
“I guess I better get my ass moving,” he gestures to the front door, where Sean and Callie are engaged in a round of much too noisy tonsil tennis. They’re not looking at us though and that’s why Kyle dips his face closer to mine, his breath ghosting my lips. “Thank you for…you know, last night.” The soft smile that graces his expression is yanking at my heart strings, he’s so fucking sweet it’s giving me toothache.
“You’re welcome,” I press up on my toes to lessen the gap between our faces and my nose lightly brushes his. “Thanks for letting me play with your dick, it was fun.”
Kyle cracks a light laugh that hits me in the stomach, as his eyes fall to my lips. “Can I…can I kiss you goodbye?”
“Of course you can,” I smile, brushing my mouth over his jaw as I whisper. “If you’re going to fuck me on a regular basis, then you can put your tongue in my mouth whenever you want.”
When I bring my face back to his he swallows, darting out a wet tongue and gripping the nape of my neck, closing the gap between us. The kiss is soft, but deep all at the same time, like he’s marking me with his territory. Callie whistles teasingly behind us and Kyle pulls away, smacking a kiss to the apple of my cheek.
“Text me, ok?” He smiles, mouth pink and swollen as I nod. “Promise?” I twist my pinky around his, where it hangs at his side and he lifts our joined fingers between us. “Promise,” I whisper with a grin and his neck flushes red again.
He untangles our pinky fingers and follows Sean out of my dorm room, stealing one last look at me, before the door falls closed with a click. “That was hot,” Callie says with wide eyes. “So, are you two a thing now?” I claw my hair back into a ponytail. “We’re fucking, if that’s what you mean.”
“Uhmm,” she ponders, twisting a curl around her finger. “This is going to end in tears, you know that right?”
“Why would it?”
“Because,” her eyes roll into her head, as if I'm being a stupid blonde. “One of you will fall in love.”
“Ha,” I bark, scraping back a loose lock of sunshine. “Well, it certainly won’t be me. And anyway, I'm not sure I even believe in love, I think it’s all a delusion.” I waggle my fingers at her, wiggling my eyebrows and she scoffs, fist landing on her hip.
“If you really believe that, then you’ve definitely never been in love.” “Nope,” I bop her nose and grab my water bottle from the side. “And I don’t intend to ever be.”
“Just be careful with Kyle ok? He’s not like Sean used to be.” It’s my turn to scoff now. “Yes, he is, he fucks anything with a pulse.” I don’t believe that, but it doesn’t stop it leaving my lips.
Callie sighs, nudging my hip with her own while she fills her own bottle under the tap. “Yeah, he hooks up quite a lot, but he’s got a soft heart and he’s had a shit start in life. I’ve known him a long time Mol and I just don’t want to see him get hurt.”
I slap a palm to my chest, jaw hanging. “Me? Hurt him?”
“Yes,” Callie lifts her brows again, I swear they’ll get stuck up there one day. “Don’t let him think you and him are anything other than fuck buddies.”
“Why would I? I don’t want anything that even resembles a relationship, that’s why I cut and run the second they so much as hint at emotional exclusivity.” I tighten the lid on my water bottle, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “And anyway, he said he doesn’t want anything either.” Technically he didn’t say that, but Callie doesn’t need to know that. She’ll be lucky if she doesn’t get her nose flicked in a minute, poking it where it’s not wanted. “See,” I point at her, mocking. “He is like Sean.”
Callie’s arms come to cross over her chest. “Sean has the biggest pair of metaphorical balls I’ve ever seen and would have literally hounded me for the rest of my life, until I agreed to go out with him. Kyle and Sean are not the same.”
The two of us head for the front door and I lock it behind us. When we get into the lift, the heavy silence falls between us and I look over to see Callie lost in thought. Her face is paler than usual and her hand lays planted on her lower stomach, like she feels queasy.
My hand falls to her shoulder. “You good?”
“What?” She snaps out of her daydream and the colour returns to her cheeks. “Sorry, yeah, was just in my own world for a minute.” The elevator doors ping open and the two of us brace for the cold. The October wind is whipping at us both, as we cross the lot to my car. We stuff our bags onto the back seat and climb in, shutting out the winter that’s quickly closing in on us.
“Hey, I need to ask,” I say, twisting the key, my engine rumbling to life. “Does Sean have a big dick?”
Callie's eyes pop, a breath crackling in her throat. “Excuse me?” “I’m not talking big,” I demonstrate with my hands, spreading them to around eight inches. “I mean like, monster sized.” I spread them further, my eyebrows lifting. “I need to know if it’s a hockey boy thing, or just a Kyle Davis thing.”
Callie's face is a picture and narrowed, beady eyes assess me for a moment. “How big is Kyle’s?”
“I didn’t get out my measuring tape, but it looked about nine inches,” I breathe one heavy sigh. “And as practiced as I am in the art of sex, even I was trying to keep myself in one piece when he fucked me last night.” “Ok,” Callie holds her eyes closed for a beat, her palms facing me. “I’m only telling you this, because I know Sean wouldn’t mind, he’s very proud of his ‘solider’” she finger quotes, “as he calls it.”
“Ok, spill. How big?”
“9.3.”
“Jesus Cal,” my eyes are wide again, looking at her tiny frame and trying to imagine how the hell she’s not split in two. “You must feel it in your brain.” She pops a shrug. “You get used to it.”
I can’t fucking wait to get used to it.