CHAPTER TWO
MOLLY
I blanch as I look at the racks full of white and ivory dresses in lace and satin. How are you supposed to pick one?
I glance to my left, as my best friend Lilly stares into the sea of bridal hell. “I think I’m about to break out in hives.” She grumbles.
I laugh. I never thought I would see the day when my train wreck of a friend would be looking at wedding dresses. She’s not exactly the romantic type. Until recently, the longest standing relationship she’d ever had was exactly one weekend, at which point she waved him off, never to be seen again. That all changed the moment she met her match in the form of tall, dark, handsome and rich, Theo Ellis. He’s every woman’s dream man, but he only has eyes for my live wire friend. They’re perfect together. He gets her crazy, and he balances it out. Not an easy task. I should know, I’ve been doing it for years.
She pinches a piece of satin. “These are just so…much.”
“Lill’s, you’re getting married, it’s supposed to be ‘much’.” I roll my eyes.
She huffs a sigh, flicking her mane of red waves over her shoulder. “Okay, you pick one. Let’s get this shit over with.” Whatever the opposite of a romanticist is…that’s Lilly. She’d happily go to a registry office, but given who Theo is, she’s indulging him in a big wedding. I have a feeling heavy drinking may be involved.
Cat, Theo’s sister, and I have been doing most of the wedding planning. Yes, I’m that girl, the one who wants to marry Prince Charming and have babies. I love this stuff, and I secretly love that Lilly has no interest so I can go wild with her wedding. The no-budget factor also helps.
I scan the racks and pick out the simplest dress I can find. It’s strapless, and fitted all the way past the hips, with a subtle flair to the skirt. “Here, try this.”
The shop assistant hurries forward to take the dress from me. She’s been hovering since we came in here, keen to sell Lilly the most expensive dress she can find, no doubt. Hell, I would if I were her. One look at that rock on Lilly’s finger and she probably thinks she can hit her yearly bonus. She bustles away, beckoning Lilly to follow her into the back of the shop. This is one of those overly pretentious bridal shops. There are chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and soft classical music is playing in the background.
Ten minutes later and Lilly is wearing a scowl that has me laughing hard.
“I look so fucking…virginal.” She says. I cover my laugh as the shop assistant doesn’t know where to look. Lilly looks very prim, but she has a mouth like a sailor.
“Again, Lill’s, you’re supposed to. If it’s any consolation, you look beautiful.” She really does. Lilly has a figure that makes men forget all their faculties. She’s athletic and toned, but with curves in all the right places. Her hair is a mane of red waves that act like a warning beacon to her quick temper. I’ve known her since we were in nursery, and I’ve been talking her down from her temper tantrums and drinking benders for years.
Her phone rings in her handbag, and she manages to shuffle all that white satin over to retrieve it. Her face morphs into a small smile, which means its Theo.
“Hey.” She grins. There’s a pause. “Really? What did he do this time?” Another pause before she laughs. “Okay, I’ll go get him.” She rolls her eyes, a grin still pulling at her lips. “You owe me.” I can’t hear his response, but I can guess what he owes her. “Love you, too. Bye.” She hangs up.
“We have to go.” She says with a sly grin. She’s out of the dress and ready to leave in record time.
“You do realise that you are going to have to get a dress at some point, Lilly.” This is our third attempt at this. Lilly gets bored after two dresses and insists that she still has lots of time.
“I have loads of time.” She waves me up.
I swear I can feel my eye twitching. Why can’t she just be a normal girl? “Six months is not a long time!”
“Ugh. It will be fine.” She rolls her eyes and grabs my arm, dragging me out of the shop. “Come on Mole. We have to go help out the king douche.” She says leading me into the coffee shop next to the dress shop.
“That being?”
“Hugo of course.” She says as though that should be blindingly obvious.
Great. Here we go.
We grab coffee and walk the short distance to the car. The doors click open and I climb into the enormous Range Rover.
“Where are we going?” I ask as I settle into the leather seat. The aroma of coffee fills the car. I love the stuff, and Lilly…well, that girl should just be hooked up to a drip.
“The police station. He got arrested last night.” She says with amusement.
Hugo. Where to start? Hugo is Theo’s best friend. The first time I met Hugo, he was running in Hyde Park with Theo. He was topless and sweaty, sporting that sexy as sin smirk of his. I swear my underwear practically melted on the spot. Lilly and I ended up at a party in his apartment that night, and, yeah, I fucked him. You don’t have to tell me how cliché it is to fuck your best friends, boyfriend’s, friend. I know.
I’m not really a one night stand kind of girl, but well it’s Hugo. He just promises dirty, sheet clawing sex, with one look…and boy does he deliver. And so it began, my addiction to Hugo Harrison, the man whore to end all man whores. It was stupid, and unlike me, but at the time I figured it was just a bit of fun.
I’m usually looking for the next great romance. I’ll admit that I believe in ‘the one’, and am determined to find him. I don’t waste my time with men who I don’t believe I have a future with. Except him. There was never ever a future there, but for once I let go of the bigger picture and held onto the here and now.
What I did not bank on - was the fact that I would actually come to like the filthy prick. I found him…refreshing. He doesn’t adhere to anyone else’s standards, and in his own way, he made me feel special without ever even realising he was doing it. He made me feel free. He made me laugh, and I grew to like him.
Stupidly, I told him so. I didn’t even mean anything by it, it was a passing comment. I like you. Twenty four hours later and I was walking in on him with a hooker. So very predictably Hugo.
I guess I was a little stung by it at first. No girl wants to feel like she’s replaceable, but then, I always knew that I was. I chose to sleep with him regardless. I’m not quite sure what that makes me.
I walked away, sure in my mind that I would not be seeing Hugo Harrison for a long time.
A week later, and Lilly was in a car crash that nearly killed her. That put things in perspective. Lilly is like a sister to me, and the thought of losing her nearly broke me. Unexpectedly, Hugo was there. He was a good friend to me, and we developed a different kind of relationship. Under all his womanising bullshit, he’s actually a good guy. We became the most unlikely of friends.
So now, we’re friends I guess. Not good friends, we don’t like hang out and plait each other’s hair. A girl only has so much restraint. Hugo is hotter than hell, and has absolutely no moral compass. His brain is directly wired to his penis, and therefore cannot comprehend being in the presence of a vagina and not trying to fuck it. I have to be constantly on my guard, and ready to fight him and his ever present charms off.
So we hang out sometimes, but never alone. We’re always in social situations, normally with Lilly and Theo. It’s a bit unconventional, but it works.
Come to think of it, I haven’t seen him for a while.
“What did he get arrested for?” I ask.
She snorts. “Indecent exposure.”
“Fucking Hugo.” We both say at the same time.
We pull up outside the police station, where Hugo is leaning against a police car. He’s wearing a grey shirt, with the sleeves rolled up past his forearms, and a pair of jeans that fit him just so. He’s not massively built, but he’s muscular and tall. He has a certain presence. His dirty blonde hair is in its usual wild disarray, that makes him look as though a woman has been clawing at it, and nine times out of ten that is exactly the case. I watch as his lips purse around the cigarette in his hand, the end glowing as he draws on it. He eventually flicks the cigarette to the ground, and tilts his head back, exhaling a long stream of smoke. Every movement he makes is sexual, and yet, it’s completely unintentional. He pushes off the car and saunters towards us like he owns the world. He reminds me of a rock star. He’s infectious to be around, because he doesn’t give a fuck about anything.
Lilly presses the button for the passenger side window, lowering the tinted glass.
He smiles wide as he comes to a stop at the window, resting his forearms against the door.
“Ladies.” He winks at me.
“Get in the car.” Lilly sighs. He chuckles and opens the back door, sliding into the leather seat.
“How was your dress shit?” He asks, pulling a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. Hugo chain smokes when he’s pissed or horny. The former is rare, the latter is extremely common. Call it a distraction.
“No smoking in the car!” She snaps. Lilly hates smoking, particularly the smell. I don’t mind it, and weirdly it suits Hugo.
I glance over my shoulder to catch him rolling his eyes before he shoves his packet of cigarettes back in his pocket.
I feel him lean forward between the front seats, the warmth of his body touching my arm. “I haven’t seen you for a while, sweetness.” He says quietly, his breath touching my neck, and making my skin break out in goose bumps.
I’m always so hyper aware of him. I turn my head until my lips are only a few inches from his. I can smell his cologne, mixed with cigarette smoke, and it makes my head swim. We’re friends, but that doesn’t mean the man doesn’t affect me. He does. A lot. After all, I know what he is capable of. His blue eyes dance, always promising trouble of the best kind. My brain may have firmly friend zoned him, but my vagina, well, she’d quite like to dismiss that notion altogether.
“I’ve been busy.” I say with a smile.
A low throaty chuckle. “You shouldn’t look at me like that.” He cocks an eyebrow.
“Stop.” I smirk, as I push at his chest. Hugo flirts shamelessly. Apparently, his dick might disown him if he doesn’t crack onto anything with a pulse.
He leans even closer, so he can whisper in my ear. “It just makes me want to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” His voice is a low purr, stroking over my senses.
“Will you stop that!” Lilly elbows him in the ribs, making him grin and jump back.
“You’re no fun.” He laughs. “But, Molly here has made me hard as a fucking rock with her ‘fuck me’ eyes.” I glare at him, and he flashes me a cocky smile. “I got arrested whilst I was getting blown last night, and the fucking cop would not let me finish! My balls feel like they’re going to explode.” He adds.
“Uh, TMI.” I mumble.
“And?” Lilly asks.
“I may need to stroke one out.” He says casually.
“Gross Hugo, I don’t need to know.” Lilly says.
I hear the sound of a zip being lowered and whip my head around. “Fucking hell Hugo, seriously, we’re like five minutes from your place. Just call one of your hookers and get them to meet you there.”
He laughs. “Or you could just come and play.”
I release an exasperated breath. “I’m good.”
“Molly is not one of your dirty fuck dolls Hugo, and if you get that fucking thing out in this car, I will fucking leave you here. You can walk!” I press my lips together, trying not to laugh.
“Molly might want a crack at Rambo.” He counters.
“Nope. I’m definitely good. I liken Rambo to a stray dog. He might have rabies.” I flash him an innocent smile over my shoulder.
He leans forward, between the two front seats again. “Grouchy. Someone’s not getting enough.” He grins.
“I have this awesome device, called a vibrator.” I say in my best Barbie voice. “It makes me come so hard.” I add huskily. He groans, low in his throat, and I laugh.
“You’re a bitch.” He grumbles. “A teasing bitch.” The car rolls to a stop, just outside his apartment building. “You know, you should come up Molly, show that pussy what a real cock looks like.” He smirks as his eyes skate over my body.
I roll my eyes. “Have fun with your hand.” I say, trying not to smile.
He laughs and opens the door. I release a long breath when I feel the door slam behind him.
“Holy fucking shit.” Lilly’s eyes lock with mine, her stare accusing. “What the hell was that?”
“What?”
She snorts. “Do not ‘what’ me. I was getting hot with all the sexual tension between you two. Christ.” She starts fanning herself.
I shrug. “It’s Hugo. He can’t help himself.”
She laughs as she pulls away from the curb. “Oh, Mole. That, was a two way street sweetness. You still want him.”
I roll my eyes. I can’t deny this shit to Lilly, she knows me too well. “Look, the guy fucks like a prize bull. He sends my hormones a little crazy. But…we’re just friends.”
She doesn’t look convinced. “You need to marry Alex, and have his beautiful babies.” She gushes with a sly grin.
Oh god, this again. Alexander Ryker was Lilly’s orthopaedic surgeon after she had the crash a few months ago. I’ll admit, he’s hot, like GQ model hot. He’s also a doctor, and that just makes him beyond attractive, what with the whole ‘I save lives’ thing going on. He asked for my number, and I gave it to him, expecting nothing to come of it. He called, and at first I turned him down. I wasn’t in a good head space to date, but he didn’t give up. Eventually we went on a couple of dates. He’s charming, educated, polite and attractive. He is most women’s dream man. I like him, a lot. He’s a good guy, and he’s just what I need. I think. I’ve been seeing him for a few weeks now, and it’s going well, with one exception. There’s being a gentleman, and there’s being too much of a gentleman. He wants to take things slow, because apparently he really likes me, and he doesn’t want to risk ruining anything by rushing. Sweet I guess, but a girl has needs, and right now, my vibrator is getting way too much use.
“God, Lilly. Calm down will you?” I laugh.
“He’s a doctor. You could do worse.”
“Says the woman marrying the millionaire.” I mumble.
I spend the afternoon at Lilly and Theo’s house, hanging out with Lilly. My flat mate George joins us after his dance audition, and our trio is complete.
Of course, the two of them decide to start drinking wine at two in the afternoon. It’s what they do.
George is all tanned skin and perfect blonde hair. Sadly, he’s gay. I’ve never met a girl who didn’t meet him and immediately declare how unfair the world is. Lilly has tried to turn him many times, but to no avail. If Lilly can’t turn a man straight, then no-one can.
He flops down on the massive corner sofa and opens his arms as Lilly snuggles into him. She hands him her wine glass and he takes a sip. Lilly and George have a close relationship. He coddles her, and indulges her. They also have a shared love of alcohol and sex, and used to be each other’s wingmen. At one time, they were both as slutty as each other. I, on the other hand, am always the babysitter, to either one or both of them. I’m also one that has to give it to them straight when shit hits the fan, which it inevitably does with them. A lot.
“So, how is it going with Mc Steamy?” George asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
“You’re cute.” I deadpan. “Okay, I guess.”
“You done the nasty with him yet?” Lilly swats at him whilst laughing.
“The nasty? Who even says that George?” I smile.
“She hasn’t banged him yet.” Lilly tells him. “She’s only been on a few dates, George.” She’s trying to keep a straight face. I’ll openly admit that I’m the good girl, the sensible one. These two have the morals of a pair of alley cats.
George laughs. “Oh sweetie. Three date rule…My version…The bar, the club, my bed.” I rest my case.
“You are such a slut.” I huff. I’ve actually been seeing Alex for about three weeks. He’s the definition of gentleman, something none of these lot would know anything about. George is a total whore, and Lilly would take a man like Alex and eat him alive.
He winks. “You love it. Did you see the guy I had over last Saturday?” He shakes his head. I did see him, and I’ll admit, he was hot. “I’m telling you Lill’s, he was giving Theo a run for his money.”
“Tell me you at least took a picture.” She starts patting him down for his phone.
“I did, but let’s just say it’s not appropriate viewing.” He smiles as he takes another sip of wine.
“Such a slut.” I repeat.
“Well, now I really want to see.” She pleads. “I love a good wang shot.”
“I love a wang shot as much as the next girl, but what I do not need to see is some guy sucking Georges cock, and you’re a dirty fucker.” I point at him, as he rolls around laughing. “So I know that’s what it will be!”
George is cackling uncontrollably, spilling wine all over the pristine white sofa. He blows me a kiss. “You know me so well. Anyway, getting off topic. When you bone the doctor, I want all the juicy goss.” He points at me. “I think he’ll be a gentleman fuck.” He shrugs.
Lilly shakes her head. “Whoa, hold on. He might not be.” She defends him as though a gentleman fuck would be such an awful thing. Heaven forbid he not pull a girl’s hair and call her a dirty whore.
George cocks an eyebrow. “Really Lill’s?”
“Poor guy.” I mumble.
“Look, I’m not saying anything, except this.” He points at me. “You were fucking Hugo. Repeatedly. Hugo doesn’t do repeats, which means you must have some ninja shit going on down there.” He cocks an eyebrow, and stares at my crotch.
“George!” I hold my hands in my lap, shielding myself from his view. He just laughs.
Lilly shakes her head, a small smile pulling at her lips. “Speaking of Hugo, we picked him up today.” Lilly tells George. “He wanted her, like bad.”
“Yes, as he explained, by telling us he had been arrested whilst he was getting blown.” I tilt my head to the side.
George bursts out laughing. “Fuck, he’s a legend.”
I leave Lilly and George cackling on the sofa, like the drunken rats they are. My guess is that Theo may lose spoonage rights to George tonight.
I have to go, because Alex is coming over tonight. We’ve been on a few dates now, so tonight I decided to cook for him. In other words, I want to sleep with him. I need to sleep with him. A girl only has so much restraint around a man as pretty as him. He’s hot, and nice, and…well, he’s pretty much perfect. I wasn’t sure there were actually guys like him left in the world. He has to be useless in bed. The balance of the world can only be restored if he’s shit in bed. Oh god, please don’t be shit in bed.
When I get home I shower and change into a jumper dress, it’s casual, but still looks good.
I blow dry my hair, and pin a chunk at the front back with grip, leaving the rest of it loose and flowing down my back in a sheet of ruler straight platinum. I throw on a bit of mascara, swipe some nude gloss on my lips, and I’m good to go in less than half an hour.
I’m no master chef when it comes to cooking, but I can throw together some basic dishes. I never used to cook, but years of living with Lilly and George have forced me to learn. Those two are awful. Lilly would happily survive on toast, Haribo and Diet Coke. George would live on take away food if I didn’t put my foot down. I spent a lot of time mothering those two.
I make a chilli, because it’s easy, and who doesn’t like chilli?
Maroon 5 plays from the sound system whilst I cook. Adam Levine is a serious obsession of mine. His voice just makes me want to climb on the nearest penis. I dance around the kitchen as I sip a glass of wine. I’m in a good mood, and I am going to get laid tonight.
The doorbell rings and my stomach clenches. I’m nervous. I mean, first time sex with a new guy is always a bit awkward, right?
I open the door to find Alex standing there looking so damn edible. He has jeans on, and a navy shirt that clings in all the right places, with the top two buttons undone. He’s built, like really built. Honestly, I don’t usually go for that type. I find it a little too much. Alex somehow makes his bulk seem refined though. My eyes finally meet his face. He has a kind face. His eyes are a rich caramel colour, almost gold, they radiate warmth. His chestnut hair is short, but deliberately styled to be a bit messy. He smiles at me as though I’m his favourite person in the whole world, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me a little giddy.
“Molly.” He greets me. “You look beautiful.”
I can feel the heat creeping into my cheeks. “Thank you.”
He reaches his arm out, and I notice that he has a small bunch of white roses in his hand. “For you.” He beams.
“Oh, thank you.” I smile. I have no idea what it is about flowers that makes us girls swoon a little. Lilly always says that if a guy brought her flowers, she’d kick him out, but then Lilly is…well, Lilly. “Come in.” I step back and allow him into the flat.
He’s never been in my flat before, and I notice him subtly glancing around. I’ve always thought you can tell a lot about someone by looking at their home.
I look around our flat, and realise that it looks as though a bunch of drunk kleptomaniac’s live here. There’s a sombrero hanging amongst the coats by the door, a full size London Tube sign on the far wall, and a freaky collection of garden gnomes on one of the book cases. I guess the various potted plants probably don’t look out of place, but they were all in fact the result of drunken thievery, along with half the room.
I blame Lilly and George. Those two are ridiculous when they get going. I once woke up to find the pair of them passed out on the kitchen floor, and a random cat in the flat. Neither of them had any recollection of how it got here.
There are framed pictures and trinkets everywhere, souvenirs of all the fun times we’ve had together.
Alex smiles at he stands near the book case, looking more closely at some of the pictures. “You guys look like you’ve had some good times.” He says with a smile in his voice.
I laugh. “Yeah, I’m not quite sure how one of us isn’t dead yet. Well, one of them.” I shrug. “Wine?” I hold up the bottle and he nods.
I turn away from him and take a glass from the cupboard. I’m pouring the burgundy liquid into a glass when I feel his hand gently skim my waist.
“Dinner smells amazing.” He says over my shoulder. I shiver involuntarily at his closeness. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything.
“It’s just chilli.” I glance over my shoulder and smile at him. He’s close to me, but not pressing against me. I kind of want him pressing against me though. Jesus, maybe I’m just starved of sexual contact. It’s been over two months since I last had sex, and that was with Hugo. Two months is a long time. Me and my vibrator have become awfully close. With Alex here though, in all his GQ glory, I find myself craving his touch. I appreciate that he’s a gentleman, but right now, I don’t want him to be.
I turn to face him, handing him the wine glass. He takes it, his fingers brushing against mine gently. Part of me wants him to step into me and kiss me. Skip dinner and move straight to dessert. I instinctively lean forward, before I catch myself. We’re still in the ‘dating zone’, that funny place where you kind of know someone, but you haven’t ventured into sexual territory, aside from a kiss here and there, and you don’t want to come off like a bitch in heat. I can’t remember the last time I liked a guy enough to care what he thought. Hugo certainly didn’t care, hell he embraces corruption at it’s finest. He dares me to do my worst, and with him, I was always at my worst.
“It’s ready.” I say quietly, breaking my blatant perv fest. “I’ll dish up. Take a seat.” I gesture towards the breakfast bar, and he moves away from me. I drag in a lungful of air, keen not to make an arse of myself. I just need to make it through dinner, maybe drink a bottle of wine, and all will be good.
“This is amazing.” He says as he takes another forkful of the chilli. He’s finished his, and is now polishing off mine. I love a man who can eat. There’s just something sexy about it.
“Thanks.” I say, sipping my wine. I’m now on my third glass, and it’s starting to go to my head. Operation ‘drink away the nerves’ is under way.
My phone rings, dancing across the far end of the breakfast bar, and blasting Nine Inch Nails. Alex cocks an eyebrow at me. “Interesting ring tone. You’re full of surprises.”
“You have no idea.” I say under my breath. I ignore my phone, but it rings again. “For god’s sake.” I grumble. “Do you mind?” I gesture to the phone and he shakes his head.
“Of course not.”
I see Lilly’s name on the screen. “What?” I hiss into the phone.
There’s a fit of giggling, before George’s voice comes on the line. “Where’s my car?” He slurs.
Great. I sigh. “I have it. You know this, George.”
“I need my condoms out of the glove box.” He says.
“Uh, do I want to know?” Jesus, seriously dodgy images of threesomes involving Lilly, Theo and George are running through my mind right now. Come to think of it, that would be pretty hot.
“Someone gave me chocolate and coffee flavoured jonny’s, and I want Lilly to try one. She wants Theo to try one.” He laughs. I snort.
“You guys want Theo to lick a condom?” I glance across at Alex, who I’d almost forgotten was here. His lips are pulled up in a small smile. I cover the receiver. “I’m sorry, that is not how it sounds.” I say trying not to laugh.
He holds his hands up. “Hey, I don’t judge. Each to their own.”
“It’s fine. I will have to find other ways to entertain myself.” George huffs dramatically.
“Goodbye George.” I can hear him asking if I’m banging someone, before I swipe the red button.
“I took Georges car, and apparently he’s now drunk and wants everyone to try his new flavoured condoms, which are in the glove box.”
He says nothing, but his lips kick up in a small smirk, and it draws my eyes straight to his mouth. I bite my lip, trying desperately to drag my mind out of the gutter, but all I can think of is dragging my nails down his back, whilst he fucks me.
“Molly?” I blink.
“Sorry, what?”
He smiles shyly. “Do you want some more wine?” He’s holding the bottle up. I shouldn’t because the more I drink the more horny I get, but I let him top up my glass, because I really need some bloody wine right now.
He follows me through into the living room, and I take a seat on the sofa, curling my legs up underneath me. He drops onto the sofa next to me, his frame seeming to overflow, even on our massive corner sofa.
He takes a gulp of wine, and I watch his Adam apple bob as he swallows. Damn, why is that so hot? He smiles at me, and reaches his hand out to rest on my thigh. I swear my heart rate hitches just from the simple touch.
“So, how is work going?” I ask quickly, trying to cover my breathlessness. We chat for a little while about his work. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to do something so worthwhile with your life. I’m envious. I wish I had that much purpose in life, rather than working in fashion. I mean really? God knows what he sees in me.
“So you’re trying to become an editor?” He asks, his eyes fixed on mine. His hand hasn’t left my thigh, and I can practically feel my skin tingling.
I nod. “Yep.”
“That sounds like a stressful job.” He murmurs.
I laugh. “What more stressful than putting people’s bones back together.”
“I guess I see what I do as a hands on job. I have my job to do, and as long as I do it, it’s fine. An editor…I just can’t imagine what it’s like to have to keep all those people in check, and running smoothly.”
I smile. I can totally see why he would hate that. He’s self-contained, almost quiet.
“Okay, enough talk about work.” I say. I mean to change the subject, but I find myself getting up. I lean down in front of him and press my lips to his without warning. His lips are soft and warm, his touch gentle and attentive. His big palm comes up to cup my face and I part my lips, waiting for him to dive into my mouth, but he doesn’t. His tongue gently brushes against my bottom lip, making me crave it on me, everywhere. Before I’ve even registered what I’m doing, I’m straddling him, my knees sinking into the sofa cushions. My fingers inch towards his hair, as I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Fuck, he tastes good, like crisp wine and spice.
He groans into my mouth, his hands drifting to my thighs. His fingers move upward, oh so slowly. My breath hitches as he moves higher. Then suddenly he stops, and places his hands on my waist. There’s a tense moment where I wait to see what he’ll do. Will he throw me on the sofa and rip my knickers off? Slide them to the side right here and fuck me senseless? My mind goes wild with possibilities, but then he pushes me away, holding me still. His breath is ragged as his eyes lock onto mine. I can’t even find it in me to look embarrassed. I’m horny, and I want him.
“Molly.” He breathes.
“Alex.”
“I think…”
“Don’t think.” I cut him off.
“You’re tipsy, and I won’t take advantage of you.” Ah shit, he really is good. I want him to take advantage of me.
“I’m not tipsy.” I lie. He tilts his head slightly as a smile creeps onto his lips. “Okay, so maybe a little. Not enough that I wouldn’t want this anyway.” I sound whiny even to my own ears.
There’s a long pause as he cups my face again, that gorgeous smile still etched onto his lips. “You really are beautiful Molly, and I really like you. I’m not going anywhere, there’s no hurry.” Kill me now. “I just…I’ve rushed into these things before, and it hasn’t ended well. I don’t want to ruin things with us. I want to take my time with you. I like you.” He smiles softly, and he looks so damn cute. How the fuck am I supposed to say no to that? I want to. Believe me. I want to tell him to go fuck his slow. I want him, and there is only so much a girl can take.
“You do know that there is such a thing as too noble?” His lips pull up on one side. “And that not many would turn this down?” I stab my finger into my chest. That’s not meant to sound big headed, but come on. I’m straddling his lap for Christ sake. My dress is hitched up, exposing my thighs, and my chest is pretty much level with his face, not that my chest is worth much…the thighs though…yeah, the thighs are just right there.
“I do know that. I also know that none of those guys that said yes are here right now, and I am. I don’t want to be another passing infatuation for you, Molly.” He tells me.
I smile and brush a stray lock of hair off his forehead. “You’re not.” I’m just fucking horny! I lean in and press a very chaste kiss on his lips.
I get off him, and stand in front of him. “Ugh. Are you sure you’re not gay or something?”
His eyes flick down to his crotch, where there’s a pretty obvious bulge in his trousers. “Don’t think so.” Damn, that’s a big bulge. I turn my back and walk away into the kitchen, before I go against his wishes and get a bit rapey.
I wake up the next morning feeling grouchy and agitated. Alex stayed and we watched a film last night. He left quite late, after refusing to stay the night. Apparently I can’t be trusted. Seriously, this is major role reversal. Surely he’s supposed to be the one trying to get me into bed, and I should be the one who doesn’t trust his wandering hands?
I know he wants me. I sometimes catch him looking at me, with that sexy little smile on his face. He’s just so, controlled, subtle, saintly. Take your pick. I can’t remember the last time I went out with a guy like him. I’ve had my fair share of boyfriends…okay, so quite a lot.
I’ll admit that I’m a romanticist. I think there is a perfect match out there for everyone, you just have to find them. I’ve had many whirlwind romances. Some sweet, and some down-right dirty. I’ve been with a tattoo artist on one extreme, and a biochemist on the other. As soon as I realise that they’re not the one, I move on, because life is short, and there’s no point in staying with someone who you know you won’t be with long term. I have loved more times than most people, but I have never found ‘the’ love. You know, that desperate clawing need to be with someone. The kind of love that leaves you utterly broken once it’s gone. The kind of love Lilly and Theo have. So, regardless of whether I loved them or not, I have always moved on.
The only guy I ever struggled to walk away from was Hugo. Christ, that wasn’t even remotely close to love. It was sex. Hot, dirty, fucking amazing sex. For some reason though, he had more of a hold over me than any other, even the guys I loved, or thought I loved.
I like to think it’s a simple case of wanting what you can’t have. We always want the unattainable, and to me Hugo was always unattainable, because he would never want me. He would want sex with me, but never actually want me. I never really wanted him, I just wanted him to want me. The human mind is warped, what can I say?
Frustrated, I drag myself out of bed, and throw on my running gear. It’s Saturday, and I should be sleeping in, but instead I’m wide awake.
I close my bedroom door, and make my way to the kitchen where I find George, face down on the granite work top of the breakfast bar.
“Um, it’s a bit early for you isn’t it?” It’s actually eight thirty, but for George that’s stupid early.
He groans and lifts his head to look at me. He does not look good. He has dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes are bloodshot.
“I forgot I have an audition this morning.” He moans. “I should not have drunk two fucking bottles of wine.” He puts his head back down on the bar, his cheek pressed to the surface as he watches me take some juice from the fridge.
“You’re going to an audition looking like that?” I ask. It’s one thing to have to go to work with a hangover, it is quite another to have to spin and jump around in a dance audition. “Because you look like shit.” I snort.
He lifts his hand, brandishing his middle finger at me. I laugh, as he groans and squints. “You’re mean this morning. I thought you’d be chirpy today after your night with McSteamy.” He mumbles.
“Sore subject.” I huff.
He chuckles. “Holy shit Mole, you got turned down?”
“He’s just very…chivalrous.” I explain.
“And he wants to treat you like a lady, whilst you want to be fucked like a dirty whore.”
“George! No…” I start, but he cuts me off.
He laughs. “Cut the shit Mole. I know under all that bullshit you’re a dirty bitch. I wouldn’t be friends with you if you weren’t.”
With that, he gets up and half walks, half staggers to his room. Arse.
I need to go for a run.