Molly had the good grace not to open Sami’s flask until Devil had maneuvered the Mercedes onto the highway. Twisting off the cap, she eyed the contents warily. With Sami, anything could be in there.
Vodka, whiskey, rum… honestly, it was a crap shoot.
Once, when they were in college, she’d borrowed Sami’s flask and taken a shot of pure grain alcohol. Now, that had been a hell of a night.
Shrugging her shoulders, she said a silent prayer and tilted the flask to her lips. Mmmmmm…. Johnny Walker Red, she thought, moaning as she swallowed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Devil barked from the driver’s seat as he glanced toward Molly in time to see her tilt the silver container to her lips a second time. “Is that a flask? Where did you get a flask?”
“I’m medicating,” Molly retorted defensively, shaking her head quickly as the whiskey slid down her throat and into her belly. “In case you missed it, I’ve had a hard morning, what with running into the ex-boyfriend from hell and all. Then, I had to listen to the pastor rhapsodize on the righteous and good marriage, knowing the whole time that my marriage is going to be a complete mockery of the institution. So, don’t you dare judge me, Devil Delancy,” she ordered sternly, ignoring his disapproving frown as she then gestured out the windshield. “You might want to consider taking a hit of it, too. This lunch that you’re so anxious to attend has disaster written all over it.”
Sighing heavily as Molly continued to mumble in her seat, Devil looked for a mostly deserted road for him to pull over. Spotting the sign for Fox Creek, he made a right off the highway onto a gravel road.
“Where are you going?” Molly asked, gripping Sami’s flask as the car bounced down the uneven path. “If I spill whiskey on my dress and walk into my momma’s house smelling like liquor, she’ll never forgive either one of us.”
“Your mother said to pull over and talk,” he reminded her as he drew the Mercedes off the road next to the creek. “I’m merely following directions.” He killed the engine before turning to look at Molly.
“My mother thought you’d be making business calls, too,” Molly muttered, tightening her fingers around the flask in her hand.
“First, you need to give me that,” Devil ordered, extending a hand and motioning for the container with his fingers. “This had to be Sami’s work.”
Pulling the flask to her chest, she glared at Devil. “Don’t blame Sami. It’s your fault I needed it in the first place.”
“Be that as it may,” Devil replied, gently prying the flask from her fingers and recapping it, “I’d rather not take you to announce our engagement half-sloshed.”
“Buzzkill.”
“You’re stressed, sweetheart. I understand that,” Devil soothed, stretching his arm across the seat to tuck her hair behind her ear. “In a few hours, this will all be behind us and we can begin planning our wedding.”
“Oh, that’s when the real fun will start,” Molly laughed shrilly, turning to stare at him with panicked eyes, the liquor serving no use whatsoever. “You were there when Grant married Karen. My mother turned into a matrimonial Mussolini, Devil! My sweet, loving momma turned into a wedding-crazed kamikaze, and she was the mother of the groom at the time. I’m a daughter, dammit. This will be soooo much worse. She’s going to lose her freaking mind!”
Wrapping his hand around her stiff neck, Devil gently worked the knots lodged in her spine. “Molly, we’ll handle it. I promise.”
“You. Are. Deluded. Or stupid. Are you stupid, Dev?” Molly asked, nearing hysteria as visions of a bridal tsunami danced in her head. “You sound stupid. Which is unfortunate since you can buy and sell half of Atlanta and bring down hell on Earth on pretty much anybody you choose,” she rambled, barely drawing breath. “That’s how you took down Sean, isn’t it? You threatened him? I saw his face when he left the church. He was positively ashen. I enjoyed that. Being married to you might have a few fringe benefits I hadn’t thought of. Not nearly enough, however, for forcing me to endure my Momma and the wedding frenzy that will soon be bearing down on me, of course, but enough that at least I know I’ll never have to worry about running into Sean again.”
Pressing a finger to Molly’s moving lips, Devil fought a smile as he shook his head. “Take a breath before you pass out, honey,” he ordered softly. “I want you to listen to me. No, Sean won’t be causing you any further problems because, yes, I took care of it.”
“How?” she demanded against his finger.
“I simply presented him with two images – one of what his life would look like if he left you alone and one of what it would look like if he didn’t. He chose wisely. I’ll always protect you, Molly. I won’t tolerate any threat to you at all.”
Was it terribly wrong that she was turned on right now, Molly asked herself as she stared into his hypnotic eyes. Power had never been something that particularly amped up her libido, but damn if her panties weren’t growing damp listening to him talk. Maybe the liquor was helping after all. More could only be better, right?
“Gimmee the flask back, Devil,” Molly begged, reaching for the silver flagon again. She needed something to loosen her up. If she walked into her mother’s house in this condition, the woman would immediately know something was in the air. Her momma could give the Walking Dead a run for their money when it came to sniffing out subterfuge.
“Nuh uh,” Devil denied, moving the flask out of her grasp a millisecond before she could make contact. “That’s not happening, babe.”
“I need something to help me unwind,” Molly argued, leaning forward to try and snag the liquor. Obviously, the man was determined to see her become crazier than a bessie bug before the day was over!
Smirking, Devil’s eyes darkened as he tucked the metal flask inside his suit coat. “Now, that…that can be arranged,” he murmured, cupping the back of her neck and drawing her lips to his. “I can definitely help you unwind,” he promised before sliding his tongue against the seam of her lips.
Gasping at the sensual stroke of his tongue against her mouth, Molly moaned as Devil’s teeth nipped her lower lip. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, kissing her slow and deep as one hand moved to her breast, cupping it through her dress and squeezing gently. “Mmmm,” she hummed into his mouth, meeting his tongue with hers as they began a sensuous duel for dominance. A second later, she felt her seat suddenly shifting, and somehow realized that he had pressed the automatic buttons that sent them both sliding backwards. She had never been more thankful for a split front bench seat in her life!
It was an intricate game of parry and feint, advance and retreat as their tongues danced erotically together. Every slide of his lips against hers only made her hungrier for more of him. Gripping his neck, she pressed her mouth harder against his, demanding he give her everything he had to offer. One day in the future she’d be sure to ask herself when she had become this wanton woman, but right now she had bigger fish to fry!
Devil suckled Molly’s tongue as his hand slowly drifted from her breast to her hip, caressing gently. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered between nips to her upper lip. “Just let yourself fall into it,” he breathed, easing the hem of her dress up her bare leg. Lifting his mouth from hers, he licked a path down the curve of her neck as his fingers drifted over the soft skin of her thigh. “Are you wet for me, Molly? Am I making you wet for me?” he asked, lightly sucking at the throbbing pulse in her neck as she whimpered in need.
As his fingers encountered the damp silk, she moaned, her head falling back against the leather seat. “I love hearing you cry out,” Devil growled against her cheek, pressing a wet kiss to her alabaster skin while his fingers teased the lace edge of her wet panties. “Do you want my fingers, Molly?” he asked huskily, dropping kisses along her delectable neck as he continued to tease her silk-covered mound with light strokes of his fingers.
“Mmmm, yes,” Molly breathed, shivering with delight as she felt his tongue swirl against her collarbone. “Please, Devil,” she pleaded, rolling her hips to try and find the friction she needed.
“Say it, sweetheart. Tell me to get you off and I will,” Devil urged, tugging her earlobe with his teeth as her legs moved restlessly against the supple leather seat. “Just say the words, baby, and I’ll satisfy every desire you have,” he crooned, dragging one knuckle lightly up and down her panties.
“Devil,” Molly panted desperately, rocking her hips and pushing her mound against his hand. “Please!” Nothing mattered at that moment but the feelings he was creating in her. She no longer cared that they were out in the open, literally within sight of anyone who drove up the deserted road. She only wanted him.
“Say it,” he growled against her cheek. “Tell me to fuck you with my fingers,” he coaxed her in a gravelly voice.
Desire bore down heavily on Molly as she moved desperately against Devil’s wicked hand. Lust and need united, knocking down every wall she’d placed between them. Locking her hand around Devil’s neck, she pulled him toward her and met his blue gaze with fierce eyes. “Get me off! Get me off now!” she demanded harshly a second before his fingers thrust through her plump folds.
“Jesus,” Devil groaned against her mouth. “You’re drenched, baby,” he growled, swirling his fingers over her swollen clit and pulling a breathy moan from her lips. “So fucking wet for me,” he bit out, watching her face as he penetrated her entrance, spearing her with two fingers.
“Devil, yes!” Molly cried out, lifting her hips to meet the firm thrust of his hand. She bit her lip as his thumb circled her clit while his fingers moved in and out of her pussy, each stroke deeper than the last.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Devil breathed, covering her mouth for an openmouthed kiss. Matching the tempo of his tongue to his fingers, he set about driving her wild. Curling his fingers inside her, he found her G-spot, rubbing the sensitive area firmly with every press of his hand. Her molten walls tightened around him, milking his fingers as she writhed beneath his hand. Beams of light streamed through the sunroof, bathing her face with warmth as her body coiled into a sensual bundle of desire.
“Oh, God! I’m close,” Molly gasped as her hips rose and fell on the leather seat. “Devil, please! I want to cum!”
Tapping her clit sharply with his thumb, Devil slid a third finger inside her and her pussy sucked it greedily. “Does it feel good, baby? Is this what you need?” he asked in a low voice as he dropped a kiss against her parted lips and brushed his thumb back and forth against her clit. Watching her reach for the rapture...hearing his name on her lips as she fought for release...he had never seen or heard anything more delicious in his life.
“Yes!” Molly rasped, clawing the back of his neck as she rocked against his hand. “Yesyesyesyes!”
“Think how good it’s going to feel when I have my cock inside you instead of my fingers, Molly,” he whispered erotically against her ear as he sped up his movements. “I can’t wait to have this tight little pussy wrapped around my dick.”
“De-vil,” Molly moaned as the throbbing in her pussy intensified, his words intensifying the craving she already felt.
Devil felt Molly grow wetter as she thrashed underneath his hand, and he smiled in anticipation. “You like the sound of that,” he praised, tapping her engorged clit again with his thumb. “Good girl. I think you deserve a reward. I think you deserve a nice, long orgasm,” he whispered, rubbing her clit in tight circles as her core convulsed around his fingers. “Look at me, Molly. I want to watch you cum,” he demanded harshly.
Forcing herself to focus on his blistering gaze, Molly shuddered and screamed as her release barreled into her, robbing her of her breath.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Devil praised roughly as he watched nirvana claim her, her pussy convulsing around his fingers as the hot gush of her liquid release spilled over his hand. He wanted this for the rest of his life...he wanted her in his hands and in his bed, wanted to be the only man who could bring her the passionate release that had just claimed her. And by God, he would have it. Petting her gently as she sagged in the seat, he bent to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. “You are absolutely perfect, Molly,” he whispered, smiling in victory as she literally collapsed against him. “Perfect for me.”
Molly’s head lolled against Devil’s shoulder as she slowly descended back to Earth. She felt like she’d been launched into the stars, and her body quaked as she came back to herself. “Devil,” Molly breathed, lifting a seemingly weightless hand to caress his jaw.
Pressing his lips to her flushed forehead, Devil inhaled deeply. “Do you feel better, Angel?” he asked softly, stroking her hair as her hand slid down his heaving chest.
“Mmm hmm,” Molly hummed, closing her eyes. Her limbs felt heavy and boneless, and she was content in a way she’d never experienced before. Rubbing her cheek against his suit coat, she sighed as he cuddled her against his side. His warm hands wandered over her back as he held her in his arms. Perhaps, this marriage thing wouldn’t be so bad. The carnal side of their relationship was certainly enjoyable.
Burying his nose in her soft hair, Devil willed his own body to subside. Rock hard and horny as hell, he knew it would take a few minutes before he was fit to appear before Molly’s parents. Her eagle-eye mother would have a conniption fit and take to her proverbial fainting couch, and her father would more than likely just shoot him on sight. The man kept a gun locked and loaded in every room, after all. Closing his eyes as he shifted them against the seat, he said, “Molly, every time you feel yourself getting stressed over the next few hours, this is what I want you to think about… how peaceful you feel right here in this moment.”
Turning her face against his chest, Molly giggled. “I don’t think that’s a very sound plan.”
“Why not?” he grunted, looking down at her head, her auburn tresses flying against his cheek. “You seem pretty relaxed to me.”
“I am. But I’m pretty sure that when I turn six shades of red, my mother will know something’s up,” Molly explained, lifting her head to smile up at him.
Pressing one last soft kiss against her swollen lips, Devil rested his forehead against hers for a moment. “Honey, if you don’t move out of my arms real soon, your mother’s going to notice something ‘up’ on me that she’ll find much more traumatizing.” He offered his crotch a pointed look and grinned when Molly gasped.
“Oh, my,” she murmured, eyeing his tented slacks with wide eyes. “That looks… painful,” she admitted, shooting him an apologetic look. Now this could be an interesting situation for all involved.
“I’ve had blue balls for over a year, darlin’. I’ll survive,” he assured her with a wink as she withdrew back to the passenger side of the car. “Now, if you’re ready, we should get going.”
Satiated, Molly leaned back against the comfortable seat and nodded, the seats floating back into their original position with just a flick of his wrist. The fight had completely gone out of her. As the car tires shifted against the gravel road and she drifted off into a light doze, visions of a dream wedding danced through her mind for the first time.