Chapter 12
FREEDOM FROM HER FATHER
Molly wasn’t sure she could pull this off.
That she was about to ask Dean to take her to bed.
But she’d decided that she’d been playing a role with him and the woman she was portraying would be the type who would do this.
Right? She thought so.
And she was having so much fun that she wanted to see if she could take this next step.
Not only that, she wanted it like the mean girl in high school stole everyone’s boyfriend. She wanted this more than freedom from her father... which was saying a lot.
Dean wasn’t just some beef head bartender who hit on women and got in their pants like she’d thought. At least she hoped not.
Not someone who talked about his son as much as he had on this date. Or told her how he’d brought Jonah to work with him so they could spend more time together.
He’d have to be living two different lives and she refused to believe that.
There was something about him that was more considerate than she’d thought he’d be.
He made her feel like if she slipped and said something smart, that he wouldn’t look at her as if she were a nerdy researcher.
That they could have serious conversations without judgment.
He was watching her now as they walked back to their cars. Like he was waiting for her to change her mind. “Just want you to know that I don’t do this much. I can see you’re almost regretting bringing it up.”
Phew, it’s like he saw through that. “The same. I want to. I’m not sure what it is about you that is making me do this but I don’t want to change my mind.”
Which was another thing she liked about him. He’d touched her a few times but hadn’t been touchy. He hadn’t tried to kiss her, and sex hadn’t even come up as part of the conversation.
It was her who was taking this step.
And he was still letting her call the shots.
“We have until we get to your place for you to change it.”
“I’m not. I don’t live that far from here.” She pulled her phone out and texted her address. “In case we get lost at lights.”
They both climbed in and drove away.
She almost called Ruby. Erika, she’d be afraid of judgment still. Not that she really thought her sister would, but maybe she didn’t want to take that chance either.
But Ruby coming into her life as an adult felt more like a friendship.
It was horrible to feel this way, but the life Ruby lived, she believed Ruby would think nothing of what Molly was about to do.
Not even ten minutes later, she pulled into her apartment complex, her nerves stretched to the limit, her lady parts almost vibrating with what was to come.
Good lord, it’d been so long since she’d had sex and someone who looked like Dean was going to take her to her room.
They got out together, he put his hand in front of her to grab it, she didn’t hesitate.
The minute their fingers touched, there was an avalanche of sensations shouting through every vein in her body.
This was right. She felt it.
If she had regrets, they’d come later. After she’d seen the hot guy in front of her naked.
“I’m still not changing my mind.”
He smiled, his blue eyes so bright out in the sun, her smile sinful and almost rewarding as if she’d just given him the best prize of the century.
They walked in the door, her fingers still holding his as if she were guiding him to her lair.
Yeah that thought almost had her bursting in a fit of giggles.
Great way to turn a man off.
The minute they were in her place, she put her purse and keys on the little table by the door, spun around and before she could get a word out of her mouth, he was kissing her.
Hard. Hot. Wet.
Practiced. Like he might be the only one who could get her body to feel what it was.
His tongue slid in, touched hers, darted around, then pulled it into his mouth and sucked.
Gently. As if he had all the time in the world when she knew he didn’t.
“I like that you aren’t afraid to wear heels with your height,” he murmured against her lips.
“I’m still several inches shorter than you,” she said. “But something tells me you wouldn’t be bothered if I were taller than you.”
“Nope,” he said, wrapping his hand in her hair and pulling her lips back to his.
They were making out a few feet from her doorway. His hands were on her waist and moved to her ass, cupping her through her dress. She was positive he was aware she had a thong on.
And maybe that was a nice piece of confidence she needed for today.
But as much as she wanted this, she realized she didn’t know what the hell she was doing. Why hadn’t she thought of that earlier?
She supposed the best thing to do was just hang on for the ride. To let him take control and play it up as if she liked aggressive men.
So far she found she did, as he held her head in place and assaulted her mouth as if she might possess the last pair of lips he was ever going to taste.
Just in case he had second thoughts, she reached down and tugged his shirt out of his jeans so he got the hint, then reached for the buttons to remove it, and pushed it off his shoulders. Oh Lord, the body on him.
She hadn’t thought real men who talked to her were built like this.
Muscles on top of muscles. Abs, that crazy V thing that went to the opening of his jeans.
“You’re staring,” he said, the humor in his voice setting off a series of throbs in her lady parts.
“Wow,” she said. “I guess I hadn’t expected that.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall and the only bedroom in the place.
“Guess I need to help you undress.”
She kicked her heels off, then watched as his hands bunched up her dress on each side, pulling it up and then lifting it over her head, leaving her in the white cotton bra and thong.
Nothing fancy. Nothing super sexy, but not her granny panties.
Just something that she felt would make a statement without saying a word.
The way his eyes were burning into her body said mission accomplished.
He pulled her closer, his hand going up her back, then down again, and she realized he was unlatching the hook of her bra.
His lips never left hers as he peeled it off her. Man, the guy had talent and she was hoping like hell he had it in all areas.
“Oh man,” she said. “You must put a lot of work into having a body like this. Where do you find the time?”
“Mornings,” he said, his mouth going to her nipple. She’d almost forgotten she was exposing herself to him, as lost as she was just staring at his body. When the rest of him was undressed she might turn into a blubbering fool.
“What about you?” he asked. “You’re thin, but I see muscles in your arms. Plenty in your legs too.” He was looking her over as he removed the rest of his clothing.
“Yoga,” she said.
“I like your clothes under your clothes.” His hands went to the strings on the side of her thong and then eased it down her hips.
“Very nice,” he said, looking at her neat and trim pussy.
Something she’d never paid much attention to before either.
She’d debated getting waxed and told herself that was almost overkill.
“Are you going to share what’s in your underwear?”
Down went his boxer briefs and the two of them were standing there naked as the day they were born.
“Meet your expectations?” he asked when she couldn’t take her eyes away from the cock standing tall. Damn, it might have been a long time since her encounter with the male anatomy but she didn’t remember it being this big.
She brought her hand out to touch and make sure it was real. It must have been the right move when he groaned. “What are you thinking?”
“I think I’m not done eating yet.”
He backed her to the bed, nudged her down on her butt, then went to his knees. Her legs went wide and she knew beyond a doubt her first time at oral sex was going to send her out of orbit.
She wasn’t embarrassed like she’d thought she’d be.
What she was was soaking wet.
His tongue came out and licked the length of her and she swore her eyes just crossed. “Jesus,” she said. She couldn’t hold that back if she wanted.
“Push back a bit.”
She leaned back on her elbows and pushed her knees apart further. His hands went to her inner thighs, his thumbs spreading her lips apart, his mouth pulling her swollen nub in and sucking.
She almost squealed and had to bite her lip to keep the sound from escaping. Then she felt a tightness and pressure, knowing he was inserting a finger in her. His hands were much bigger than hers and man, did it feel wonderful.
“You can make noise if you want,” he said. “How else will I know if you like what I’m doing?”
“Oh, I like it,” she said, groaning when another finger slipped in.
Her elbows fell back, then she felt her legs being lifted over his shoulders. She was completely exposed while he made a meal of her.
While his tongue tasted the most intimate part of her, his fingers pumped in and out, and she came so hard that she shouted his name.
Then he just stopped. There was nothing. And she wondered if he was done. Was he disappointed? What the heck was going on?
She leaned up on her elbows and her eyes went right to his cock, swollen and ready to burst. She gulped but didn’t care.
“What are you waiting for?”
“You’re a little tighter than I thought you’d be. Just want to make sure you’re ready and okay.”
She wouldn’t be embarrassed over that.
“Been a while,” she said. It wasn’t really a lie. At least he’d know she didn’t sleep around, if it crossed his mind with her suggestion to come here today.
He nodded, found his jeans and a condom, slipped it on and then climbed over her on the bed.
She was lying there trying to relax, but the minute he put his mouth to her nipple and gave it a little tug with his teeth, she let out a squeal and bucked against his hips.
It wasn’t taking long for her to get worked up again.
With one hand, he glided her leg up and around his hip, then neatly slipped inside her. There was pressure, but no pain.
Just pleasure.
Oh, so much freaking pleasure.
He was taking his time too. Like he knew she might need a second.
But she didn’t want a second and grasped his hips and yanked him down on her fully.
And when she moved her hips up and into him, it’s like he lost whatever control he had.
She was on the verge of another orgasm and she wanted nothing to get in the way.
He grabbed her other leg and lifted it around his hip too. “Cross your ankles,” he told her.
That position stopped her from moving as much, but it sank him in so deep that it was just as good.
Better than good.
Better than nice.
It was out of this world.
“Oh God,” she said, her nails digging into his neck.
He kissed her again. One hand slid under her hips and pushed her against him as tight as he could. Holding her there, letting her grind.
He was almost shaking and she wondered if he was struggling to hold on.
“I’m going to come. Make me come.”
He shifted out and back in, she arched up to meet him, and then he slammed into her as if it could be the last time he’d felt a woman’s inner muscles surrounding him.
As if this were the last time he was going to have sex.
She was thinking that if she died in five minutes, she’d be content to go out just like this.
His mouth moved from hers, he braced himself on his hands and just pounded away sending her spiraling and screaming in his ear, then her teeth bit down on his shoulder.
His body tensed as he came, he let out a few grunts. Not nearly as loud as her, but she didn’t care. She was beyond caring about anything after that.
Minutes later there was nothing but heavy breathing in the room, and her trying to wiggle out.
“Sorry,” he said, moving to the side. “You wore me out.”
“Isn’t that what the devil’s daughter does?” she asked.
He laughed and she wondered where those words had been locked up. “I guess so. You’re the first redhead I’ve ever been with.”
And the minute those words were said, reality hit her again. How little experience she had in this world and probably how much he had.