Page 42 of Strip Search
Chapter Seventeen
Cole
“Ishould let Cody know, I’m going with you,” Molly says as we walk out of my office hand and hand.
“He already went home,” I smirk. The past few days have been hell, but now, I feel so much lighter and like we’re back on the right track. Having her so close to me now is a breath of fresh air I’ve been waiting for.
“That dickhead. He left me here with you?”
“Watch yourself, smartass,” I tease, locking up the building and setting the alarm behind us as we leave.
“Uh, Cole?” Molly hesitates as we head towards my Harley.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“You didn’t bring the truck.”
“I didn’t, but...” I open the saddle bag and pull out a helmet for her. “I always have a spare helmet.”
Molly eyes me suspiciously as I put the helmet on her head and help her fasten it. I won’t tell her, yet, that I bought it just for her, hoping that we’d be doing this together soon. I take her purse and tuck in inside the open saddlebag and close it up before climbing on.
“Your turn. Hold on to me. Lean when I lean, don’t try to drive from behind.” I wink over my shoulder.
I expect her to hesitate, but she surprises me. Once she’s tucked against my back, I turn the key and give her a second to get used to the rumble as her fingers dig into my stomach and then relax again.
“Trust me, Molly.”
She nods, and we’re off, adding yet another first to the list of things Molly’s made happen. No one has ever ridden on the back of my bike before. Ever.
On days where I ride the Harley to work, I usually take a long drive before heading home. That won’t be happening today. I’ll save a leisurely ride with Molly for another time. A time when I’m not eager to be balls deep in her pussy.
My cock aches, knowing that in fifteen minutes he’ll be free and right where he wants to be. I curse the traffic at every stop light as Molly’s legs clench around me.
Finally, when we turn onto my street, I let out a sigh of relief.
I pull the bike into my garage and shut it off before putting the garage door back down.
“You off first,” my voice comes out rougher than I intended, but I’m a man on the edge. “Careful where you’re putting your legs,” I warn, but I don’t have to, Molly’s a natural it seems.
Once she’s off, I drop the kickstand, swing my leg over, then take off my helmet. Molly hands me hers, and I tuck them both back into the saddlebag and hand her purse back to her. The look of awe on her face has me smiling to myself as I pull her in for a kiss.
“You liked it, didn’t you?”
Molly’s face flushes. “Maybe. A little. Too much.” She bites her lip and looks up at me.
It’s not possible. She can’t mean. “Molly.” Her face turns an even darker pink as I wrap my arms around her waist and grind against her. “How much did you like it, Molly?”
“A-a lot.”
“Riding turned you on?” I ask.
“More than that,” she whispers.