Chapter 22
BEING BOLD
Molly didn’t know what to say or do with this conversation.
She’d never expected Dean to just show up on her doorstep today.
Not bringing chocolate and telling her why he’d bought it.
That he couldn’t even wait two more days to see her.
Or having this conversation.
And he’d confessed a part of him he’d admitted he’d never told anyone else.
“Guess we have more in common than I ever thought.”
Which was funny since he wasn’t someone she’d ever see herself with. The big, hot, built bartender had gone to Columbia and was smart like her.
He didn’t have a great family life but she didn’t know much more about that.
He didn’t want to be what everyone else wanted him to be either.
But when people looked at her, they saw what she was. What she’d always been told in her life.
Smart. Awkward. Nerdy. Quirky.
With Dean, they probably saw a hot dude that most figured was a player.
And how he got his son, maybe would assume that.
But she saw a different side to him.
He confessed to a different one also.
Guess looks were deceiving because he was attracted to the person she’d been that night, which wasn’t the person she really was. Or was it? Maybe it was the inner person just banging on the glass wall to get out and she finally found a tiny crack to shatter it to pieces.
Here she was sitting in her living room looking more like the old Molly and when Dean knocked on the door she didn’t even stop to worry what she looked like.
Not like she had the first time.
Had she become comfortable enough in her own skin that he wouldn’t judge her?
Or was it he was coming to expect that she didn’t look that put together all the time?
Not that she’d want him to see her dressed like she normally was at work.
Or how she was even a month ago. But couldn’t she be a combination of both?
Wasn’t that what everyone was telling her?
She found it easier to do than she thought.
But it had to be working because she was on his lap, his hands were on her waist and he told her he wasn’t stopping this time.
Not like he’d stopped her last time.
“So let me ask you. What is it you want?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“This is new for me. I’m not sure what the hell I’m doing.”
“You mean us?” he asked, waving his hand back and forth between them. “It’s new for me too.”
“You’re the one who said we were starting over. I’m not sure what that means.”
His head was bobbing back and forth. “I guess I didn’t want you to think I was only with you for sex before. And then I came here and it’s turning into it again. So you know, I don’t want you to think that. It goes with being a little confused in my thoughts.”
“And for someone as smart as both of us, it’s hard to admit that.”
He put a smacking kiss on her lips. “You get it.”
“As you’ve so kindly pointed out, I was the aggressor that first night. You’ve pushed me off since.”
“It’s not pushing you off,” he said. “Do you just want to be with me for my body?” He had such a cocky smirk on his face that he had to be joking.
“It is a pretty spectacular body.” She ran her hand over his bicep, then squeezed it.
“I didn’t always look like this.”
She dropped her hand down. “So you transformed into someone else?”
Interesting.
“Not like you think. I just grew into my body. By the time I graduated from high school I’d reached my full height. I was a scrawny kid and got sick of it. I started drinking protein drinks and planning my meals around the best way to add muscle. Then I started to train.”
She should have figured he’d take that approach. He didn’t seem like anyone who did something half-assed.
“Oh, so everyone watched you change.”
He shrugged. “You make it sound like I was trying to pull something over on people. It was just me wanting to be bigger and bulkier. To not be a nerdy kid on the outside. It didn’t change who I was or am on the inside.”
She frowned. “No. When I look at you, I don’t picture you as a biology major from Columbia. I know it’s stereotyping, but it’s the truth. You don’t tell anyone either, you admitted that. So it’s like you are hiding something.”
Again, something else they shared, but she wasn’t sure she wanted him to know that about her either. Who would have guessed how complicated this was turning out to be from a chance meeting after a horrendous blind date?
“We got off track here. Let’s circle back. What are you looking for with me? Other than you’re grinding on my lap and pretty soon I’m not going to be able to form much of a thought.”
She laughed. “Sorry. I didn’t realize I was doing that.
I like what we have. I like the conversations we have.
I enjoy spending time with you but don’t need to do it every day either.
I don’t think I’m a clingy person and have never been that way.
Actually, I’ve always been told I was a loner and I’m fine with that too. ”
“Okay. That isn’t answering my question.”
“I love your body,” she said, moving her fingers up his thigh.
“If you want to know what I want, I want you to take me to bed again and maybe not slip up and say something stupid afterward. But if you’re asking after that, I want us to do what is right for both of us.
For the three of us. You have something more important than me.
So you tell me, without dragging me along.
I guess that’s the biggest thing for me. ”
He wiggled his eyebrows, then picked her up and carried her to her room. Looked like being bold was going to get her what she wanted.
It didn’t take long to get to her room where he set her on her feet and his mouth covered hers. It didn’t matter who was the aggressor now. It only mattered that they were both going to get what they wanted.
Her hands went right to his T-shirt, lifted it up, and over his head. “Have I told you how much your body just turns me on? I can’t look at you and not want to run my hands and mouth over every groove and muscle on your body.”
“No one is stopping you,” he said.
She leaned back. “You’ve been stopping me. I was wondering when you’d give me the green light to proceed again.”
“It’s green. Big and bright. It didn’t even last a week. Don’t hold it over my head.”
“Oh, it’s big all right,” she said, her hands going for the button and zipper on his jeans and making fast work of them.
His underwear was pushed down with his jeans, him kicking them away after he toed his sneakers off.
She didn’t waste any time going right for his cock, her mouth closing over him, her hand stroking.
“You taste so good too,” she said. “I’ve been dreaming of this for weeks. I hope you don’t make me wait another few weeks after you walk out the door.”
Her eyes lifted when she didn’t hear a word, her mouth stopped moving also.
“No more waiting,” he said. “When you’re done I’m getting my turn.”
“Yay me,” she said and went right back to work.
She was sucking him like a Hoover as her mouth moved up and down. Slurping sounds were coming out she’d never heard before and couldn’t believe she was the one making them.
It was as if her sex life had been on hold for so long and now it was unleashed.
She didn’t want to be safe anymore.
She just wanted to experience it all.
She reached her other hand forward, cupped him and squeezed, then sucked some more. He tapped her on the shoulder and she looked up.
“You need to stop.”
She didn’t want to though.
How bad could it be?
She shook her head no, then worked harder, faster, then felt him coming.
Felt him squirting in the back of her throat and swallowed, then did it again.
It didn’t bother her in the least.
Matter of fact, it just made her feel powerful to see his body almost sag in relief.
Once he was gulping some air into his lungs, which made her want to laugh, but she didn’t, he pulled her up so that she was standing next to him. His hands made quick work of removing her clothes but keeping her glasses on her face.
She didn’t know why but wasn’t going to argue.
He said he found it sexy and why not do what he liked?
He leaned back down, and she spread her legs for him. “Oh man,” he said, “I’ve been waiting for this too. I couldn’t get it out of my mind.”
“Again,” she pointed out, “your decision, not mine.”
His thumbs parted her lower lips, his mouth dipped down, his tongue licking her up and down not missing one inch of what was exposed.
She was wide open for him, letting him take what he wanted, her not feeling the least bit exposed either.
He’d found her opening, his tongue darting around, then slipping inside as best he could.
Her hips were lifting and giving him better access, letting him go deeper. His thumbs started to massage her.
Then he found her nub, the rotation of his thumb slow and steady over it, her hips moving up at the same rhythm.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her breath coming out in quick gasps.
It just felt so much different this time.
Maybe because she didn’t have enough experience to know that it could always be slightly different.
Everything was building now. Higher than before.
More intense.
Her nails went to his scalp and held him in place, saying without words that right there, that is what she wanted. That is where she needed him to stay.
With this mouth. With his hands.
She arched up, screamed out his name, then fell back to the bed like a wet rag.
She had never felt so relaxed and drained at the same time.
“That was so worth the wait,” she said as she let out a big breath.
“We aren’t even close to being done,” he said.
“Don’t you have to go to work?” she asked, wishing that weren’t the case. But he’d come over dressed as if he were going to work so she knew he’d have to leave soon enough.
“I do, but not right away. It’s fine if I’m a little late. Remember, I’m not opening.”
“You won’t get in trouble?”
He laughed at her. “Hardly. No more talking. Not unless it’s telling me to go harder, faster, or fuck you more.”
“I can handle that,” she said as he went to retrieve his jeans from the floor, grabbed a condom, and then came back. She’d already scooted up to make room for him.
“Do you want the honors?” he asked, holding the package out to her.
“Sure. Anything to get my hands on you.”
He got up on his knees, straddled her hips, his stiff cock almost in her face as she opened the condom and went to slip it on. First she needed another taste, licked the length of him, then finished getting him ready.
He scooted down, got between her thighs while he was on his knees and picked up her legs by the back of her knees. She let him do what he wanted. She was just going to hold on for the ride and enjoy as much of it as she could.
There was no waiting, he lifted her hips off the bed and slid right inside her, her head going back on the pillow, a moan escaping.
She would never tire of the feeling of him inside her body.
He set the pace, sliding all the way out to the tip, then pushing back in. She could stay like this all day and take what he was giving her, but her body had other ideas.
The nerves inside her were getting worked up again and wanted to be released. He’d told her she could talk if it was the words he suggested so why not?
“That’s it. Faster,” she said. “Harder too. Just don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan on it until you yell loud enough that your neighbors can hear you.”
She’d never thought of that before and secretly hoped she could pull it off. Or he could pull it out of her.
“Then make me scream.”
“Cross your ankles behind my back,” he said.
His hands went to her ass cheeks, spreading her apart as if all her nerve endings were being exposed, cranking the dial hard right.
“Harder!” Oh my God. If this is what it felt like to come undone, he was doing his part!
His hips were almost jerking at this point too. “Are you there?” he asked.
“Yes,” she screamed, her whole body tensing, his following, then he grunted and collapsed on her with a thunk.
“Are you okay?” he asked a minute later.
“Yes. I think so. How about you?”
“Just exhausted. I thought I was in better shape than that.”
Her hand was trailing down his back, over his shoulder, across his arm. She’d never get enough of the muscles on his body.
“You’re in pretty great shape,” she said. “Better than me.”
“You held your own.”
“Did I blow out your eardrums? I’m pretty sure my neighbor might have heard me.”
“My ears are fine, just like the rest of me,” he murmured.
She wasn’t sure what he meant by that and figured maybe she didn’t want to know.
At least this ending was better than the last time they were in this position.