“Oh yeah, that’s it, baby,” I groan, then bolt upright in the bed again. “No, Molly. Stop. We ain’t doing this unless you and I have a chat.”
She releases my dick and glares at me. “Please don’t give me that bullshit. Just because I’m carrying your baby doesn’t mean everything between us has to be serious. I don’t care if you fucked all the sack demons and every woman in sight while I was gone. I care, but I’m back…we can use a condom before you—”
“Stop right there,” I say, cutting her off. I haven’t slept with anyone else, I’m not ready to admit to that. “You and I need to talk.”
“I told you I don’t want to discuss anything. I came all the way here for you. Don’t try to turn this around.”
“It’s three in the morning, woman.”
“Wasn’t I doing it the way you like?”
“Don’t go there. You never disappoint… Will you stay on the topic?”
“What’s the problem?” She pouts those perfect lips …Awww, hell. I’m going to lose it. Her hand returns to my shaft, idly working my dick. I moan and settle into her sure, supple movements as those pouty lips wrap around the tip. Yes, I fucking missed this too. I close my eyes, then open them again to enjoy the image of Molly’s head between my legs. There’s nothing to regret. She knows how to please me. I groan beneath her touch. Maybe if I wasn’t acting like such a douchebag, things would’ve gone better. After all, I know where she lives. I could’ve gone to see her and demand answers. But I’m glad she’s here now, working her magic. I grip a handful of her hair, directing her motions as she whimpers.
“That’s it, right there.” I forget whatever I was objecting to earlier. My hips lift off the bed each time her head lowers down along my shaft. I hear and feel her moan with pleasure. “Take it, baby. Just like that…”
She does something with her tongue around the tip, and the suction of her mouth just about takes me over the edge. But I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to be inside her, nice and deep, to own her again. Shit. I lean forward and pull her up, lifting her on top of me. Then I see why she’s been enjoying herself so much. She’s naked from the waist down, drenched from touching herself. She stretches her hand up to the top drawer of my night table, pulling out the condoms I keep there, and rips the side of one open with her teeth. Looking me in the eye, she rolls it slowly over my thick, engorged cock while I try to figure out a nice way to get her to stop so I can—
Wait, so I can what?
Tell her how I’m feeling?
So I can get serious with the woman who may or may not still be carrying my kid? I shudder. I almost don’t want to know if she’s still pregnant. If she went and got rid of my boy, it would tear me up. How the hell does any of it make any damn sense? Molly’s here. I want her here, yet I’m partway turning down one hell of a blowjob, a hand job, and her sweet tight pussy now, because why exactly?
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Tate,” she says, her hand still gripped around my wrapped dick. “Then we can go back to this.”
I snap out of it. Now I’m angry.
“You haven’t answered any of my calls since you left here two weeks ago. I have to rely on Axe or Silas to know you’re fine. I’m the father of that baby, and I hope to God you’re still carrying him!”
“Excuse me?” She lets go, and suddenly my cock is very cold. I jolt up in bed again. My little wildcat is off the bed, standing in the middle of my room, sexy and mad as hellfire.
“What the hell do you want me to think, Molly? If you have to do what you have to do, I’m not okay with it, but dammit I have a right to fucking know.”
Molly finds her panties and jeans and drags them up her body faster than I could’ve ever taken them off. “Call me again when you get your head out of your ass, or you figure out how the hell you want to handle this baby daddy drama, Mr. Sensitive.”
“Don’t go…how are we supposed to have a conversation if you keep running away every time I open my mouth?” I ask. “Do you even know how hard this all is for me too?”