Cole

“I should 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.

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?”

“Yeah Mol, I haven’t forgotten.”

“Cole, I...I can’t get pregnant.” A single tear rolls down her cheek.

“Shit. Molly, I’m so sorry baby.” That was not the confession I was expecting.

“I’ve come to terms with it. I’ve got one bum ovary that never works right, and I’m on birth control to supplement the lack of hormones from losing the other ovary thanks to endometriosis and a really high cancer risk. There was months of genetic testing and a whole lot of hard decisions that I had to make back then. That was my sabbatical.”

“Fuck. I had no idea, here I dreamt up some wild story of you on the beach in a bikini with a bunch of friends.”

She gives me a meek grin. “Nope, I spent my time recovering from surgery. The guy I was with at the time, broke up with me shortly after that. He couldn’t handle the thought that I’d never be able to give him a biological child. The asshole never even took a chance to do the research. I have options. I harvested my own eggs in case somewhere down the line I met someone, and we wanted to go that route. I accepted my fate. He couldn’t.”

“That guy never deserved you. Molly, I could care less about your ability to have children. You, your health and having you in my life is what matters to me. The rest is an added bonus.” I mean every word that is coming out of my mouth. Loving Molly may not be the easiest thing I’ve ever done, but it’s damn sure the best thing.

Molly wraps her arms around my neck. “I might just be in love with you, Cole Davenport.”

“Good damn thing, because I know I’m in love with you, baby.”

“Sorry for killing the mood.” Molly sobers once more.

Tilting my hips upward, my length presses against her. “Does that feel like you’ve killed the mood?”

“Only you.” She smiles at me and shifts her body so that she’s straddling my hips. “I think you need to take this shirt off.”

“Do I?” I look down at the teal button-down shirt I wore today, expecting to watch Molly’s fingers unbutton it.

“Mmhm. I think, maybe, I want to watch you undress.”

“You’re not getting a strip tease from me,” I tell her as I fumble with the damn buttons, cursing the fact that this was the only shirt I had at the office to wear.

“That’s a shame.” She slides off my lap and saunters over to my bed. Propping herself in the middle, against my pillows, she runs a hand down her torso and slips her own fingers between her legs. “I really wanted to watch and see what you were made of.”

“You’re playing with fire,” I warn her as I stand quickly and tear the clothing from my body. Forget finesse and taking it slow. If she’s going to handle it this way, then I’ll give her exactly what she wants.

She closes her eyes and lets out a moan, spreading her legs wider so I can see exactly what she’s doing to herself as I move onto the foot of the bed.

“I wanted to take this slow,” I tell her as I run my hands up her legs. “You’re testing my restraint here.”

“Mmm,” she sighs and moves her fingers faster. “We have a lifetime to take things slow.”

“Goddamn Molly, you’re so fucking hot.” I’ve got to squeeze myself to keep from blowing all over her just from watching her pleasure herself.

“You like watching me?”

Kissing up her body to her lips, I grumble, “Oh, I love watching you, but I love fucking your pussy more.”

“What are you waiting for?” she challenges.

Leaning back, I run my cock along her slit before nudging myself at her entrance. “You want this?”

“Cole,” she groans.

Looking down at the sight of my cock nestled between her legs while she plays with her clit makes my cock grow even harder as I slid inside her. “So. Damn. Tight.”

I have to pause once she’s taken all of me if not this is going to end way too soon. “Lean up,” I encourage her. Taking her hand away draws a frustrated groan from her lips as I drag her bra down her arms, exposing her gorgeous tits. With her bra out of the way, I pin her arms above her head and pay attention to the tiny pink buds, begging to be sucked on.

With each nip and tug, Molly wiggles beneath me, until I begin to slowly roll my hips. “Cole,” my name tumbles breathlessly from her lips. “More, please.”

Happy to comply with her request, I move her legs up on to my shoulders and lean down, quickening my pace.

“Holy fuck. Oh God, oh God. COLE!” Molly’s fingers dig into my arms as I thrust inside her.

“Let go, baby.”

Her screams of pleasure echo around us as her pleasure takes hold. I pick up the pace, slipping a hand between us to touch her sensitive flesh and pull one more orgasm from her. Her body trembles as another wave hits and I bottom out inside her, both of us tumbling over the edge, this time together.

My eyes are fixed on her as she slowly flutters back to me.

“Wow.”

“That good?”

“Oh, I’m sure you do not need me to stroke your ego. Not with moves like that.” Molly leans up and kisses my lips.

“It’s never my ego that needs stroking.” I roll my hips again; my cock is still hard inside her.

“That can’t be normal.”

“I’ll let you rest. But, I’m not done with you.”