Page 43 of Strip Search
I hiss, “Are you wet Molly?”
“Very.”
“Jesus Christ.” All the blood in my body drains to my dick, and I’m close to losing every rational thought. I planned to do things right by her tonight. That does not mean bending her sweet ass over my bike and fucking her in reckless abandon. Before I can give in to the devil, I throw her over my shoulder and carry her inside the house, slamming the door shut behind us.
“Ah, I see things worked out,” Cody snickers.
For fuck sake. “Cody. Time for you to move out,” I growl, mostly ignoring his presence in the kitchen.
“Hi, Cody!” Molly squeals over my shoulder as I carry her up the stairs.
“Give him hell Mol!” Cody yells back.
Yeah, it’s really time for the little bro to leave the nest and get his own place. This thing with Molly and me? This is my future. I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman, I want her in my bed every night and tiny babies running around us. Cody needs to find his own happy ending and get out of my house.
At the end of the hallway, I tuck us both inside the confines of my room and lock the door, blocking out the rest of the world. I’ll deal with Cody later.
Setting Molly on her feet, I take a deep breath and step back, so I can take her all in. An idea comes to mind as she pulls her hair back over her shoulders.
I take a seat in the lounge chair over in the corner of my room and lean back. “Will you strip for me, Molly?”
Her face flushes once again, and her hands drop to the bottom of her shirt, inching the fabric up a little at a time. “Like this?” She bites her lip and bats her eyes.
“Just like that, baby,” I groan and squeeze my dick through the fabric of my jeans.
Molly begins to dance slowly, slipping the burgundy shirt over her head, exposing the sexy black bra beneath it. She moves her hands down her stomach and pops the button on her blue jeans. Tucking her thumbs into the sides, she slowly works the painted-on denim down her legs revealing a matching black thong.
I undo my own pants and free myself, stroking my cock slowly as I continue to watch her slip out of her black Converse shoes and jeans.
“Come here.”
She obeys and approaches me dangerously slow. When she’s finally near me, I spread my legs further and sit up, tugging her to me and kissing her exposed flesh. Slipping my fingers inside her panties, she lets out a moan and arches back.
“Oh, God.”
“You like that?” I ask as I rub the sensitive flesh between her legs.
“Mmm.”
“You’re soaked. My dirty girl. That’s why your thighs kept clenching against me on the way home. Isn’t it Molly?”
“Yes!” she screams and rocks against my palm as I dip two fingers inside her.
“Do you see how hard you’ve made me? Knowing you got off on the back of my bike?” I kiss along her stomach and withdraw my fingers so that I can rid the black fabric from her body.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who enjoyed it.” Molly gives me a sly smile.
“Take your panties off for me.”
Again, she does as I’ve asked. When she moves back over to me, her pussy bared for me, it’s then that I notice a tiny line across the very bottom of her stomach. Instinctively I run a finger across the faded scar. Molly tenses, letting out a pained sigh and cluing me into the fact that this scar means something.
“What is it?” I ask gently, worried that if I push too hard, she’ll shut down.
“There is one more thing we should talk about,” her voice cracks.
Instinctively wanting to protect her, I wrap my arms around her and cuddle her into my lap. “Talk to me. I’m listening.”
It takes her a minute before she speaks again. When she does, the pain in her voice nearly destroys me. “Remember after the takedown? We were in the bath together, and we started to have a conversation about condoms and all that?”