Текст книги "Out Of The Blue"
Автор книги: Carina Adams
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Chapter Sixteen
~ Mike ~
She was strikingly beautiful all the time, but when she blushed, it made me want to grab her and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her straight back to our cabin. Considering every time she caught my eye her cheeks flamed, it was safe to assume that we’d spend the majority of our time wrapped up in the sheets. It didn’t bother me, but Molly had the worst goddamn poker face known to humankind.
We’d been stuck with the band most of the day. Noah and Reb had shown up not long after we’d finished breakfast, and then the rest of the guys straggled over as the morning went on, wanting to give Nate and Lia a chance to be alone. Around lunchtime, we’d ventured over to their side of the property so Molly could go swimming with Red, and we’d been there since. As much as I wanted to be alone with her, she needed to spend some time with her friends when they weren’t tripping over each other on the bus.
Noah was talking, telling me about some chick who still hadn’t called him back, but I wasn’t really listening. How could I when Molly turned a fascinating shade of scarlet every time she glanced in my direction? “You’re fucking shitting me, right?”
“What’s wrong?” I took a sip of my beer as I turned toward my friend. Instead of looking at his phone, which I had assumed was the cause of his surprise, he was looking at me as if I had two heads.
I stared back, not sure what his fucking problem was. Finally I broke. “What?” I snapped, uncomfortable.
He only shook his head and tipped up his own bottle of Sam Adams before shaking his head again. The amused look that seemed to be permanently glued to his features disappeared for a minute and he shrugged. “Nothin’. No way in hell you can be that stupid.”
His tone made me sit up a little straighter, preparing for a fight. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
Noah adjusted himself in the Adirondack chair he’d been parked in most of the afternoon and tipped his bottle in the direction of the picnic table. The same picnic table where Molly sat chatting with Billy, the ‘Bama Boys drummer, and Billy’s best friend, Rhett. Rhett was, according to everyone in country radio, the best fiddler of this century. He could play the thing like fucking crazy, sure, but most of the time, I forgot he was a member of the band and not a roadie.
“You screwed her, didn’t you, you stupid son of a bitch?” He chuckled, and I knew he didn’t mean the words as an insult.
I rolled my eyes anyway. “No, I did not screw her.”
“Yeah, okay.” Noah scoffed, as if I were a complete asshat. Adjusting himself again, he leaned toward me a bit, lowering his voice. “I love Molly, man. She’s like the sister I never had, but—”
“Dude, you have two sisters.” I interrupted before he could go on a rant.
He only shrugged. “Nikki’s a helluva lot older than me and wasn’t ever around. And Nat, well, Nat’s a fucking bitch and I kinda hate her.” His eyes moved in Molly’s direction. “Mols, though? I fucking adore her. She may not have my blood, but she’s family.” He inhaled slowly. “We all feel that way about her. If it was just me, I’d say go for it, dude. You’ve been through the fucking ringer and need someone like her. But the problem is, Molly doesn’t just have one big brother, she’s got ten of us. They’ll fuckin’ wreck you if you hurt her.”
I rolled my eyes again, shaking my head. “Chill, Noah. No one is hurting anyone. She’s my friend, too, ya know. I’ll be at the front of the line to take down the prick who hurts her.” And I would. The idea of her giving herself to anyone else aggravated the shit out of me, and I would gladly bust knee caps to protect her.
“I’ve never personally gotten to enjoy the whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing, but they say it’s the best of both worlds. You’ll have to let me know.”
“Dick.”
“I have a dick. I also have some big ol’ balls to go with that big ol’ dick. If I like a woman, I fucking tell her. If I’m fucking a woman, I tell the world so that they know to back the fuck off. But I’m old fashioned and don’t share. If that’s your thing, more power to ya.”
I smiled. Noah and his thick Alabama accent made even the dumbest shit amusing. “For someone who talks about women as much as you do, you’re extremely obsessed with my dick. Got a little thing for it, huh?”
I left it wide open for him to insult me, hoping he would forget all about Molly. “Why, yes, you do got a little thing. I’m just happy little Mike is getting some action, even if Molly needs a goddamn magnifying glass to see it.” I almost breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I was in the clear. Then, he stood, and glanced down at me. “She’s had a lot of shit in her life, Carson. Don’t give her more. If you do, Nate will be the least of your worries.”
I’d known Noah most of his life. Hell, I could remember a time when he would cry because his sister was being mean to him. Now, the kid was threatening me. It would be laughable if we weren’t talking about Mols.
“Mike and Molly,” he muttered absentmindedly as he started to walk away. Stopping abruptly, he turned back to me. “Mike and Molly. Huh. That’s some funny shit right there.”
I scowled up at him. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
“Mike and Molly. Like the TV show. Makes sense. You act just like Mike.”
I just stared at him blankly, confused.
“I forgot you don’t watch TV. All you need to know is that Molly is Jenny McCarthy’s hot as fuck cousin and she’s married to a dipshit. If there was a better example of life imitating art, I’ve never seen it.”
Chuckling, he headed toward the camp, and I made a mental note to look up the show on my laptop next down day we had.
*****
When Lia and Nate joined us later, neither looked well rested or content. In fact, they both looked miserable. When I caught Nate’s eye, he tipped his head in his wife’s direction, mouthing the word, “please.” He didn’t need to ask me to check on my best friend, I would have done it even if he hadn’t wanted me to. Yet knowing he was worried about her made me that much more concerned.
“Hey, kid,” I whispered as I slid onto the picnic table bench next to her, tugging on a few red strands. She beamed at me, but even that couldn’t hide the deep circles under her eyes or the stress lines that had appeared on her face overnight. “What’s wrong?”
She frowned. “Nothing. Why do you think something’s wrong?”
I leaned closer, hoping no one could hear our conversations. “Maybe ‘cause you can’t hide shit from me.”
She rolled her eyes as she let out a sigh. “I’m just hungry.” Bullshit. Before I could call her out on the obvious lie, she leaned away and yelled, “I know tonight’s our night off, but anyone wanna go out to eat? I’m too tired to cook.”
Usually, the band liked to stay put when they didn’t have a show, eating a family style meal together. Tonight, though, they all seemed to agree with Lee. I grabbed her wrist when she stood, trying to follow everyone else to the cars. “This conversation isn’t over.”
“Oh, Mikey,” she countered sarcastically, “this conversation was over before it began.” She yanked her arm away from me, giving me a nasty look, and marched toward the driveway. I cursed under my breath, turning to trail after her, but stopped short when I found Molly staring at me. She was biting her lip, a mixture of confusion and hurt etched on her features. Fuck! I could only imagine how bad the scene she’d just seen looked, and I knew I needed to explain to put her mind at ease.
“Mols,” I called, eating the distance with quick steps.
She only shook her head, dismissing me. “Is Lia okay?” was all she asked when I reached her.
I hesitated. There was a time when I could have answered that without even talking to my friend, but so much had happened over the last few months, so much that I had missed. “I honestly don’t know.”
Molly’s shoulders fell. “I’m worried.”
“I am too.” A quick glance over her shoulder proved that everyone was already in the SUVs and no one could see us. I stepped closer to her, cupping her uninjured cheek. “Nate asked me to talk to her.”
Her eyes searched mine. “Wow. That’s a big step for him. I’m glad he did. You’re her best friend and she needs you right now. Anything I can do?”
I shook my head. “I just wanted you to know what that was.”
Her eyebrows shot up and her lip quirked. “Good to know, Casanova. Now, let’s go before they leave us here.”
Wow, I was an asshole. I’d completely misread that entire situation. Annoyed, I followed her around the house and to the cars.
The restaurant Lee picked was on the smallish side and barely had any patrons. Even though our party was huge, the wait staff moved four tables together, stole chairs from other tables, and got our drinks in a matter of a few minutes. Being with a celebrity didn’t hurt, even if they’d mistaken Rhett for someone else.
“Can you believe she actually asked me if I was going to open more restaurants in New York?” he asked the table in a hushed tone after we’d placed our order. “Don’t get me wrong, they make a mean burger, but I don’t look like a fucking Wahlberg.”
“I’d take it as a compliment,” Lee pointed out as she buttered her roll. “Marky Mark is pretty hot.”
“Who in the hell is Marky Mark?” Noah asked, but I couldn’t tell if he was sincere or if he was being Noah.
Finn, Nikki’s husband, groaned and threw an ice cube in his brother-in-law’s direction. “Fuck you. You’re just trying to make us feel old.”
“Mark Wahlberg,” Lee informed Noah, patting his hand in an old lady gesture. “To us ‘old farts,’ he’ll always be Marky Mark.”
“He actually hates it when you call him that,” Molly piped up.
“Does he?” Lia asked, putting her elbows on the table and leaning in. “I hadn’t heard that.”
Molly only shrugged, taking a sip of her water. “Yeah. He kicked me out of his bed when I called him that.”
Every conversation around the table ground to a halt as people slowly realized what she’d said. The silence stretched, but Mols didn’t seem to notice, grabbing a knife and a packet of butter as if she hadn’t just dropped a major bomb.
Then Billy chuckled. “You’re a fucking brat. I almost spit out my beer.”
Molly looked up, a mischievous smile on her lips as we burst in to laughter. My girl thinks she’s a comedian. The thought sobered me immediately. Molly was my girl, at least for a little while, but I needed to remind myself that it was only temporary. At the end of the tour, I’d go home and Molly would go wherever the wind took her.
“It was funny. I believed her for a minute,” Noah spoke over the laughter. Leaning closer to me, he rolled his eyes. “I’d keep that ‘my girl’ shit to a minimum, though, bub. Unless you want everyone to know.”
I jerked my head up, glancing around the table. I hadn’t meant to say the words out loud, especially where anyone could have heard us. Fuck. No one seemed to have heard it, though, and if they had, they didn’t think anything of it.
Except Nate. He had a smile on his face, and nodded at something Liam—the ‘Bama Boys master of string—was saying, but his eyes were narrowed in my direction. The scrutiny made me uncomfortable.
I was about to ask him what his fucking problem was when Lee’s laugh caught my attention. She’d leaned toward Molly and the two were red-faced, whispering, and giggling like teenagers. When Lia started to wipe tears from her eyes, I glanced back at her husband. I recognized the look on his face immediately. It was one I’d seen on his face a million times before. Hell, I’d worn it more times than I could count. It said what words couldn’t convey, a feeling that ran so much deeper than love.
The overwhelming rush of jealousy, the longing for someone I couldn’t have, the same feelings that I got whenever I witnessed Nate look at Lia that way, never came.
Instead, every time I looked up, it was Molly I searched out. It was her smile I wanted to see. I tried to tell myself not to read too much into it, that it was just a physical attraction. I was horny as hell and after last night, my body ached for hers. My dick got hard at just the thought of getting her alone.
I knew deep down, though, that the reasons I kept staring, waiting for her eyes to meet mine and offer me even a hint of her smile, had absolutely nothing to do with getting laid. I cared about this woman. More than I should have cared about anyone this early in the game. And it scared the shit out of me.
I listened to my friends laugh through the meal, joining in when I absolutely had to, but spent the rest of the time lost in my thoughts. I hadn’t had a girlfriend since the divorce. Hell, I hadn’t had a repeat partner since Jules.
The chicks from the bar were just a means to an end, a mindless release of pent up frustration so I didn’t have to use my hand. It had disgusted Courtney. My roommate warned me once that sooner or later I was going to find a woman I wanted a future with, but that karma would kick my ass. Looking at Mols now, the thought that she might not want more taunted me.
We were more than a quick lay in the backroom. We had history, even if it was just as friends. Being on the road, living with each other for months at a time, allowed us to get to know each other in a way most people don’t understand. I would protect her at all costs, and not just because it was my job.
I’d been impressed with Mols and her kiss-my-ass attitude since the day I met her. She’d always been larger than life—she constantly had something exciting going on in her world, even if it was the unwanted attention of the paparazzi. When I’d first met her, she’d been no more than a crazy kid singing in bars for tip money, but there had been no doubt in my mind that she’d be a household name one day. She was that special.
Molly had always been sexy as fuck. Shit, that was part of her marketing campaign. The bad girl that every man wanted but none of us could have. Better than that, she was the woman who cleaned up nice so we could bring her home to Momma. The best of both worlds: a lady in the streets who looked like she’d be a freak in the sheets.
I’d noticed, of course. I’d have to be five feet under not to—and even then I’d probably spot a body like hers. I’d just never thought about her that way because, in my mind at least, I had been taken. I was definitely not taken now. At least, not by anyone other than Molly.
When I turned the SUV onto the camp road a few hours later, I was painfully sober. Molly didn’t like to drink the night before a concert, and I’d only had a beer with dinner because if she wasn’t drinking, I wasn’t either.
We were in the minority, though. We were too old to be the sloppy drunks we once had been, but our friends were definitely feeling good when we dropped them off at their cabins. Nate had definitely over-imbibed and I had to help Lee haul him to their room.
The walk back to our cottage was quiet as Molly led the way, using her phone as a flashlight. She held it next to her hip, so that we could both see where we were going, but I was too busy staring at her ass to watch the ground. By the time she climbed the steps in front of me, I had a raging hard on.
I walked straight to the bed, dropping in the middle and reclining back onto my hands, watching as she kicked off her shoes and took out her earrings. “Take off your clothes, Molly.”
The demand surprised her, making her jerk her head toward me. By the way she looked at me, I knew she was wondering if she’d heard me correctly. I straightened a little, leveling her with my eyes before I repeated my request slowly. “Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”
Her hands fell to her sides as she took a deep breath. Hesitating only a microsecond, she lifted her tee shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor next to her. A pop of a button, followed by the sound of a zipper, and a wiggle of her hips, and her jeans fell to join it.
The two-piece bathing suit she wore was as conservative as they come, but she’d teased me with little glimpses of her body all day. Now I wanted to see it all.
Crossing the small room, she stopped in front of me, close enough to touch. Before I could say a word, she moved her hand to the back of her neck and tugged. The baggy, tank-like top slid down her body, and before I could appreciate the work of art she was, she’d pulled the strings on her bikini bottom and stood in front of me bare.
“They’re off.” She smirked at me, raising a single brow. “What are you going to do with me now?”
Fuck me. The view I’d gotten last night, and the little peeks I’d snuck all day, were nothing compared to the full picture. Color and metal decorated her body and I mentally challenged myself to count each and every one of her tattoos and piercings. With my tongue.
My cock strained against my fly, begging to be released. I thought about telling her to get on her knees, commanding her to suck my dick. Even Molly had limits, though, and I had to wonder how far she’d let me take this act. I was half surprised she’d played along so far.
Before I could decide my next move, Molly took control. Her hands moved out and shoved my shoulders, making me fall back onto the bed, and she climbed on top of me. Staring down at me, she bit her bottom lip seductively and moved her hips against me.
She leaned down, running the tip of her nose over mine before moving her mouth next to my ear. “Tell me what you want, Mike. I just might give it to you.” Her teeth closed on my earlobe before she pushed herself back up and continued her lap dance.
My hands moved to her hips as I jerked my own upward, showing her how hard I already was. Her wetness coated my jeans, reminding me how fucking responsive she was and how amazing she tasted. I moaned at the memory, causing her lips to curl in a confident smirk. The brat thought she was in control, but she had no fucking clue.
Curling my fingertips into her flesh, I lifted her and pulled her up as I slid down the bed. For a second, panic filtered over her face, but as her knees came to rest next to my ears, uncertainty replaced it. I didn’t give her a second to think about it before my lips closed around her clit and I sucked.
“Holy fuck,” was all she managed to say before her hands fisted in my hair.
I forced my eyes to stay open, to watch her react as my tongue worked against her most sensitive flesh, my fingers sinking into her, tight and warm. I was sure that I’d be bald by the way she yanked on my scalp, but I didn’t care. Watching her come apart, hearing the moans fill the room as she ground her pussy against my face, was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
“Mike,” she gasped as my tongue circled her hard clit once more while my fingers worked her from the inside, “I need you.”
“You have me.” My response was muffled, but that only seemed to drive her crazier.
“I can’t,” she sobbed. “I need you. Inside me.”
The hell she wasn’t going to come. I slid one hand around her ass and pulled her body down more, making her drop lower. Her body moved against me, almost without thinking. “That’s it.” I groaned, loving her taste and the feel of her against me. “Fuck my face, Mols.”
Seconds later, her body stiffened and she called out my name as she found release. If I’d been hard before, I was rock solid now. Realizing I still was dressed, I nibbled on the inside of Molly’s thigh before I slid her back down my body, letting her lie back against my bent knees.
She was out of it, ready to be tucked into bed and spoiled. Our night was far from over, though. Straightening my legs, I pulled a condom from my pocket and pushed it into her hands as her hooded eyes lifted to mine. “Put it on.”
With shaking hands, she reached for my belt. Fumbling at first, she managed to unbuckle it and open my jeans enough to shove them and my boxers down my legs. When my cock sprang free, her fingers closed around me, moving up and down slowly, taunting me. When they traced over the tip teasingly, I bit back a groan.
She slid her body down my legs further, holding my eyes as she dropped her head and pulled me into her warm mouth. My hips jerked involuntarily, making her take more of me, shoving my tip down her throat. She didn’t pull back, surprising me, and swallowed instead. I almost lost it.
I pulled her away from my dick, yanking her mouth to mine. Her taste, still on my lips, mingled with my taste on hers, driving me even crazier. I deepened the kiss, getting lost in her until she sat back. She opened the foil packet, rolling the latex down my shaft almost expertly, causing a stab of jealousy to rock through me.
Before I could concentrate on the unwanted feeling, she winked and positioned her body above mine. As she sank down onto me, we both gasped. She didn’t move for a second, instead settling onto me and squeezing me from the inside.
“Christ.” It was all I could say because it was the only thought in my mind.
“Off!” she demanded as she pushed my shirt up my stomach. “I need to see you.”
I sat up, intending only to grant her wish, but the movement forced me deeper, making us both groan in pleasure.
Her nails moved along my bare shoulders, scraping me gently, and she finally started to move. My eyes rolled back into my head as she rode faster and faster, her mouth finding mine. I tried to let her set the pace, but I needed more. Moving my hips, I met her thrust for thrust, our pace quickening until we were both crying out in pleasure.
Fighting the instinct to roll her onto her back and pound into her so hard she’d feel it a week from now, I fell back on the bed and gave her the illusion of control. When I sucked a nipple into my mouth and played with the bar through it, she clenched tight around my cock.
“Come, baby,” I groaned into her ear. “Come. Soak my dick.”
“Oh my God. Mikey!” She repeated my name, the way one would a prayer. She started to come apart, never slowing her pace. Instead, her fists braced against my shoulders and she rode me harder than she had, determined to have me join her. This woman was born to fuck me stupid.
My fingers curled into her hips again, hard enough to leave nail imprints, and I took control. Her muscles tightened against me, milking me, and my body couldn’t hold out any longer. “Fuck, Mols!” I exploded inside her, making my entire body tingle in a way it never had.
She collapsed, falling onto my chest, our bodies both soaked with sweat. I closed my arms around her, needing to hold on to our connection for as long as I could. Once our heartbeats had returned to normal, I rolled us to our side, wincing as I slid out of her.
I cleaned up as fast as I could, covering us with a quilt and pulling her back into my arms as soon as I was back in bed. I wasn’t the guy who cuddled after sex. Hell, Julie and I had used two different blankets, barely touching unless we were fucking. I needed this, though. I needed to hold her.
Kissing her shoulder, I buried my head in the nape of her neck. Her breathing had evened out and she was relaxed against me, so I assumed she’d fallen asleep when she asked, “Is it always like that with you, Mike?”
“What do mean, babe?”
“That intense? That…” She trailed off, but I knew what she’d meant. That perfect. That amazing. That addicting.
“No.” I cleared my throat, almost not wanting to be honest and scare her away. “Never.”
“Me either. I don’t know what that was.” She didn’t tense, but moved one hand over my body and grabbed my thigh as if to hold on to me. I didn’t know, either. But it scared the shit out of me.
