Текст книги "Out Of The Blue"
Автор книги: Carina Adams
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Chapter Seventeen
~ Molly ~
The knock on the door drifted through my dreams, but I wasn’t ready to greet the day. An arm tightened around me, bringing my back closer to a toned chest, and I smiled. Last night had been amazing. So had this morning when Mike had woken me up with his tongue.
There were many things I’d seen while on tour with Nate—national monuments, wonders of the world, Mother Nature’s miracles. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was better than waking up to the view of Mike’s face between my thighs. The thought alone had me squeezing my legs together and pushing back into his warmth.
I had just started to drift back into unconsciousness when a door shut somewhere in the distance.
“Wakey, wakey, Eggs and Bakey!” Lia’s voice, way too perky that early in the morning, called out from the porch.
Mike growled out an inaudible response in his sleep, and I smiled, in complete agreement. When she called again, though, my subconscious wouldn’t let me ignore it and I was suddenly very awake. And very naked. Next to an equally bare Mike. I sat up in a panic.
Lia was leaning against the open French doors, laughing silently. “Morning, sunshine.”
Not only was she too energetic after drinking as much as she had the night before, she was too fucking happy about walking in on us. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
Her laughter bubbled out. “No?”
Before I could answer, a thick arm wrapped itself around my waist, making me jump in surprise, and pulled me back to the bed. Rolling over me, so his back was to the door, sheltering me, he kissed the tip of my nose. “Hello, beautiful.” He didn’t let me respond before he lifted his middle finger toward our friend. “It’s exactly what it looks like. Now fuck off.”
“I really wish I could.” The joy in her voice was clear, making me roll my eyes. “But we have to be on the road in fifteen minutes. Miss Molly has an interview she can’t miss.”
“Ever hear of a fucking phone?” Mike asked, irritation clear.
Lia actually tsked at him, the way a mother or sister would. “Somebody didn’t get enough sleep last night.”
“I swear to fucking Christ, Lee…” Mike growled back.
Lia either didn’t take the threat seriously, or she didn’t care, laughing again. “Both of your phones went straight to voice mail, so I volunteered to come down and get you. Be thankful it’s me and not someone else.” She had a damn good point. Clapping her hands, she continued. “Up, up. We’ve gotta get moving.”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Do not move.” Looking over his shoulder, he spoke to her. “I’m not getting out of this bed until you leave.”
“Please. It isn’t like I haven’t seen it before.”
Mike’s head jerked back to me when my body stiffened as the shock of that statement rocked me to my core.
“No.” He shook his head, reading my thoughts. “No.” I felt the blood drain from my face as a million different thoughts flooded my mind. A giant palm cupped my cheek and he leaned in to kiss me, as if trying to force my panic away. His thumb slid over my cheek as he spoke, “Clarify that, Lee.”
She chuckled. “It was not intentional, believe me. He likes to walk around buck ass naked, and I walked in on him by accident. Nothing I want to repeat, I promise. But if his naked ass thinks I’m leaving the two of you alone when you have to be at the venue in a few hours, he’s delusional.”
“Fine,” Mike growled. Kissing my forehead, he sat up. “Turn around.”
The bed was cold as soon as he left. I sat up, keeping the blankets clutched to my chest, watching in fascination as he yanked his clothes on angrily and then glared at his best friend. “I’ll go see Nate. I’ll be back in ten to load the car.” The door slammed shut as he stomped off the porch.
“God, it’s annoying how cheerful he is in the morning.” With a beaming grin, Lia plopped onto the foot of the bed. “So…?”
I fought the smile, shrugging. “So?” I wasn’t sure what she was asking. If it had been anyone else, I’d be giving her a detailed play-by-play. I couldn’t do that with her now. Not when it was Mike who had been in my bed. Uncertainty tickled the back of my mind as I wondered if they’d ever crossed that line. I had to know. “You and Mike never…”
“God, no!” Lia interrupted, shaking her head, following my thoughts before I had to say it. She sobered suddenly. “But he is my best friend. I love him, Mols. Be gentle with him.”
“There is nothing about that man that likes gentle.”
Her nose wrinkled in disgust. “That’s so wrong.”
“It’s actually pretty fantastic,” I refuted teasingly.
She shook her head, smiling. “Forget I asked.” Looking around the room, she sighed and shifted into work mode. “They’re not going to ask you anything about last weekend, but you know as well as I do that Nate won’t be off limits.”
I nodded. We’d talked about it briefly yesterday. I was nervous enough about getting back out on stage and didn’t want to do an interview on top of it, but Lia insisted it was necessary and I trusted her instincts. Plus, I couldn’t hide forever. Sighing, I pushed out of bed, yanking the blanket with me, and headed to the shower.
*****
Saratoga, New York was beautiful, but I didn’t get to see it this trip.
After an ice-cold shower that definitely woke me up, I threw on a pair of jeans and rushed from the cabin. Mike had the car waiting in the drive with Lia riding shotgun. When I pulled open the back door, Nate offered me a lopsided grin.
“What are you doing here?” I climbed up next to him, confused.
“Not a chance in hell I’m letting you walk into the lion’s den alone.”
I glanced into the front and to the beautiful man who was now driving. “I wasn’t alone.”
Nate followed my eyes to the front before narrowing them at me, watching me closely. I squirmed under his scrutiny. I rarely kept anything from him, because we didn’t have the need for secrets. Plus, he could read me like no one else. He sighed, shaking his head. “You got into a brawl defending me, after I got into the same fight to defend you. All after rumors of our love child hit the magazines.” Leaning into the middle seat toward me, he stared into my eyes. “They wanna go after you, they’re gonna have to go through me to do it. It’s about time they realize that when they fuck with you, they fuck with me.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ!” I snapped back, rolling my eyes. “I don’t need your white horse bullshit, okay? I have them.” I pointed to the front of the car where it was eerily quiet.
“Yeah, you do. Red will spin whatever she can spin, and Mike will step in front of a bullet for you. But they’re not me.”
“Wow. Really?” He could not be serious.
He nodded. “Really. I’m Nate Kelly, Mols.”
“For fucks sake! You did not just ‘Nate Kelly’ me!”
“I did!” Nate snapped back, his voice full of pride like it was a good thing he was name dropping. “I think you need—”
“Okay!” Lia turned around, interrupting him before he could inform me what it was exactly that I needed. Sticking her head between the seats, she yelled, “Children, that’s enough.”
“I just—”
“No.” She shook her head at her husband, but a smile tugged at her lips. “We all know you love Molly, we know you’re worried.” Turning to me, she raised her eyebrows. “Nate’s coming, just in case they start asking questions that he should answer. It’ll be better this way.”
Like a petulant child, Nate smirked at me and turned to look out the window.
“I’d almost forgotten what it was like to travel with the two of them. Almost,” Mike told Lia just loud enough for us to hear.
“Don’t lie. You missed it.” Lia laughed back. “You’ll miss it when you leave.”
Mike glanced over his shoulder, meeting my eyes. “Oh, I’ll definitely miss parts of it.”
After nights like the one we shared last night, it was easy to forget that we were only temporary. Mike was here for the tour. Not for me. And he’d go home as soon as it was over. I leaned back, staring out the window until we pulled into the venue.
“Hey.” Nate nudged me as we walked down the hall toward the room where we were meeting with the media people. “I’m sorry, okay? I just hate what they’re saying about you.”
I stared up at my friend. “I know. Don’t worry about me, ok? Worry about what they’re saying about you and Lia.”
He snorted. “They love Red. And I don’t give two shits what they say about me.”
I put my hand on his arm, stopping him. “I care what they’re saying about you.”
He smiled down at me, giving me the signature grin that broke a thousand hearts. “See?” He pulled me into a tight hug. “We both have given them plenty of shit to say, we both know that it’s part of the job, but it fucking wrecks me when I see that shit about you. I love you and I want to protect you,” he muttered into my ear.
“I love you back, you big oaf. But you can’t protect me from everything.”
He glanced up, staring at something over my shoulder. “I know.” His tone turned icy. “But I’m sure as hell going to try.”
He dropped his arms and stepped back, holding out a hand instead. I took it, following him down the hall, glancing over my shoulder to see who was there. The hall was empty except for one person. Mike. Well, shit.
The interviews went better than expected. Probably because Nate was with me, and no one wanted to say something that would upset him. Fuck him and the fact that he was always right.
Lia rushed me into hair and makeup as soon as I was done. Usually, I did both myself, but being on tour with Nate, I got to be spoiled. His record company insisted on a makeup artist traveling with the tour after the majority of the band started sporting black eyes at every show a few years ago. Tonight, it was my turn to have bruises disappear, and the man did not disappoint.
Randy was a miracle worker, and I kind of loved him.
I never knew what he was going to do. I’d sit in his chair, he’d ask me what I was wearing, and then he’d work his magic, making me look like a million dollars. From this performance forward, though, Lia was picking out my clothes, so my entire look at each show would be a surprise to me.
It took Randy twice as long as it took me, but I looked twice as good. I’d told him once that if I ever made it big enough to have my own entourage, I was stealing him. He promised to come with me, as long as I could have him driven. The man hated to fly and wouldn’t drive himself. I’d hire him his own town car as long as he was there whenever I needed him.
Lia whistled when she came into my dressing room to get me. “Look at you.” She smiled. “Mike isn’t going to know what hit him.”
I stood next to her, watching our reflection in the mirror. She’d paired high waist black short shorts with a black halter top and a pair of bright red knee-high stiletto boots that made my legs look amazingly long. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail, bangs swept to the right. The makeup had been done to perfection, giving me dramatic eyes and lips that matched the boots.
I didn’t look like me. I looked like a model about to walk down a runway. Either that, or a trick about to troll the street in the red-light district. Hey, it worked for Julia Roberts.
Lia put her arm around me. “Your interview in the morning should go relatively smooth. They’re going to have listeners calling in, but I talked to them and they’re going to screen each one before they put them on the air. You’ll be fine.”
“You’re not coming?”
She shook her head. “Just you and Mike. Nate has a meeting here first thing in the morning, which is why we’re staying at a hotel instead of taking the buses into the city tonight.”
I frowned at her reflection. “I thought we were going back to the cabin. I didn’t pack anything.”
She smiled. “No worries, I got it all.”
“Mols, you’re…” I didn’t have time to remind her how much I hated people doing those things for me because Mike had walked in and stopped mid-sentence. He swallowed as his eyes moved over my body, down and back up again. “You’re on.”
I nodded, following him out of the room, down hallways, around corners, and up a set of stairs. As we walked, someone pushed my headset into my hand, and then someone else handed me a microphone. The music of my opening number started, but before I could step onto the stage, Mike was next to me. “You look fucking amazing. Go kick some ass.”
There was nothing like walking out into the spotlight and belting out the songs you wrote to a sold-out audience. Especially when that audience sang your words back to you. It made all the self-doubt, all the nerves, and all the negativity fade away, and reminded me why I loved my job so much. I wasn’t one who sat on a stool on stage with a guitar. I was a performer. I had my guitar during a few songs, but the rest of the time, I bounced and danced around stage, trying to spread positive energy around and give the audience a show that was worth every cent they’d spent on their ticket.
When I walked off stage at the end of the night, every one of my muscles ached and my feet hated me. Mike handed me a Gatorade and a towel. “We headed to the after party?”
I shook my head. “I’m beat. Someone kept me up all night.” I grinned at him over my shoulder.
“Wanna grab takeout and go back to the hotel? Maybe watch a movie?”
My shoulders slumped. “Oh, thank God. You read my mind. I can’t wait to get out of these boots.”
His hand found the small of my back, making me break out in goosebumps as his lips touched my ear. “I can’t wait to get you out of everything else.”
*****
I was exhausted. We’d been on the road since a little after five and driven three hours to get to the city. We’d only gotten lost once, and that was simply because I was too busy staring at the driver to pay attention to where we were going. Once we crossed the George Washington Bridge, we got stuck in traffic and were almost late to my interview. Almost.
By some miracle, though, we strolled into the Nash 94.7 studio ten minutes before I was supposed to be on air. Thank God it was radio, because I hadn’t had a chance to stop and change—my hat hair, yoga pants, and Mike’s tee shirt didn’t even make the show’s hosts blink an eye. Instead, the producer led me straight into the booth and handed me a pair of headphones.
“Wow, Molly Ray!” Jeff, one of the radio personalities, smiled. “I can’t believe that you are actually sitting here with us right now.”
“Let me just tell you that he has the biggest crush on you,” Joe, the other DJ, told me with a grin.
“Crush? I’m not twelve.” Jeff scoffed, winking in my direction. “But I won’t lie. I’ve spent a good amount of time trying to figure out how to ask you out.”
The admission made me laugh. “Well, I’m here for a few days. Now’s your chance.”
I grinned as his cheeks turned pink and he stuttered his reply. Chuckling, his partner took advantage of the topic and segued into his next question. “Does that mean, Molly Ray, that you’re single? Is that what you’re telling us?”
I hesitated, just a fraction too long. Jeff, calming from his embarrassment, chimed in. “You’ve been linked with Nate Kelly for years, but we all know the bullshit in the tabloids is just that. Bullshit.”
I nodded, unsure of where this was going, but thankful someone didn’t believe it.
“But, what we don’t know is if there is some other mystery man in your life. So is there someone? Do I have competition?”
“I live on a bus loaded with men, so there is always a man in my life.” I pointed over my shoulder at the picture window that looked into the waiting room. “Right now, I spend all my time with my security detail.” Lowering my voice, I whispered, “And he’s kinda scary. Most men run away, terrified.”
Both their eyes shot to the window, where Mike now stood, arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed. “Yeah, he’s kind of scary, folks,” Joe told listeners. “Think of The Hulk during a roid rage.” Looking back at Jeff, he shrugged. “Sorry, man.”
I laughed my way through the interview, talking about my songs, the city, and life on tour. Before I knew it, it was time to leave. Once the “on air” light went out, I took off my headphones and looked at the men. “We didn’t take calls from listeners.”
Joe shook his head. “Nah. We’re all big fans here, and people can be assholes. We decided earlier that we didn’t want to give them a chance to ruin your visit. Maybe you’ll come see us next time you’re in town.”
“Absolutely!” I nodded, making a mental note to come back every time I was in town. “Are you coming to the show?”
Jeff shook his head.
“Do you want to?”
He looked at me in disbelief.
“I can get you tickets if you want.”
“The station had a giveaway, but—”
Mike tapped on the glass, letting me know it was time to go.
“Okay, if you guys want to come, give my manager a call.” I wrote down Lia’s number and held it out. Jeff just stared at my hand, so I shoved the paper at Joe. “If not, I’ll see you next time I’m in town.”
I was almost through the door when Jeff said, “Holy shit. Molly Ray just invited us to her concert.” The disbelief in his voice was almost laughable. He acted as if I’d just performed a miracle. I was just a regular person, not someone to be in awe of.
“Finally done?” Mike’s voice was gruff, almost grumpy as he stepped in beside me and we headed for the elevators.
“Why are you so cranky? I thought it went really well.”
“It did.” He didn’t say anything else, pulling me into the elevator as soon as the door opened. It had barely closed when he pushed me against the wall, and stepped into me. “You were fantastic. It’s them I didn’t like.”
I rolled my eyes at his caveman response to someone flirting with me. Then his lips were on mine, kissing away any irritation I had with him.
Timing it perfectly, he stepped back just as we stopped on the bottom floor. “Where to now, Miss Ray?”
I pulled out my cell phone, checking the time. We had hours to kill before I had to be back at the venue and in makeup. “Let me show you my city.”
He tipped his head, looking around as we stepped out onto the busy street. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” He sounded unsure, almost nervous.
“There are eight million people here, Mikey. No need to worry.”
He shrugged. “Millions of people. Only one you.”
I blended in easy enough, looking like I literally just rolled out of bed. My hat hid my hair, and the shades I wore were huge and covered more than just my eyes. No one would know it was me.
Mike, on the other hand, stood out like a sore thumb. The jeans were okay, but when paired with the gray short-sleeved button-down, black work boots, his wanna be FBI glasses, back the fuck off look, and his inability to stop scanning the area every five seconds, he screamed security detail. Which meant when people saw him, they’d look to see who he was guarding.
“I have an idea.” I grabbed his hand and tugged him to the closest souvenir shop. Grabbing a few items, I paid cash at the register and forced Mike into the bathroom to change. When he came out a few minutes later, I smiled and twined my fingers into his. To everyone else, we’d be a couple of tourists. A few hours free with my favorite guy in my favorite city? It was going be a fun day.
Chapter Eighteen
~ Mike~
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
I groaned, turning to greet Noah and Nate as they entered the room where they’d be meeting fans in just a few short minutes. “Molly showed me the city today.”
“So, you decided after one day in New York that you’d betray everything you’ve always held sacred and holy?” Noah asked, staring at my hat.
“Fuck off, asshole. It’s just a hat.”
“A Yankees hat. Where you come from, that’s treason. They’ll burn you at the stake for that shit. Fuck, did it burn your skin when you touched it? You probably just cursed the Sox, man. If they don’t make it into the playoffs, I don’t want to hear you complain.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and stared down at him. “Molly wanted me to fit in. In this, I fit in.”
“Oh. It was to help you fit in.” He nodded as if he understood, and I knew he wasn’t even close to being done. “Spend a lot of time in the woods today? Go hunting little wabbits, Elmer Fudd? ‘Cause that’s the only place a camo hat would fit in.”
“Do you ever shut up?” Truth was, even though it was blasphemy and Jake would be appalled, this was my new favorite hat. The way Molly’s eyes lit up when I put it on, the way she lifted the brim to kiss me, the way she grinned at me every time she glanced up at me—I’d wear the goddamn hat everywhere if she kept acting that way when I did.
“Man, I haven’t even started on your shirt.”
I glanced down at the graphic NYC tee Molly had chosen. It was just the skyline. Nothing horrible. Better than the “I heart New York” one she tried to force me into.
“I can understand why you wore them earlier,” Nate joined in. “But why are you still wearing them now?”
“Because I like the hat and I asked him to keep it on. He looks good in it.” I didn’t miss Nate’s scowl as Molly strolled up to us. One glance in her direction and it was all I could do not to turn her around and march her ass right back to her dressing room.
“Speaking of clothes,” I started, trying to keep my voice casual, “is that what you’re wearing tonight?”
Molly didn’t even glance down, but the little brat twirled slowly before she beamed at me. “It is. Isn’t it adorable? And completely patriotic?”
I didn’t think there was anything adorable about the jean skirt that barely kept her ass cheeks covered and the American flag tank that was more like a small triangle of material than it was a top. The knee high cowboy boots were the only sensible article of clothing she wore, and really, who wears cowboy boots that high?
“It isn’t.”
“Says the Red Sox fan sporting a Yankees hat,” Noah argued, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “You look fucking fine, Mols.”
Before I could argue, Nate stepped next to her, steering her away from me and his brother. The death glare he sent me over his shoulder would have probably sent most men running scared.
I wasn’t most men.
“I thought you’d hide it better.”
“What are you bitching about now?” I snapped.
“Shit, man.” Noah shook his head at me. “All this time I’ve been worried about you hurting her. Never thought about how pissed I’d be if she hurt you.”
“All this time? We talked about it two days ago, kid.”
He snorted. “It was only a matter of time. I knew as soon as I found out you were coming back for her.”
“Shows what you know. I came back as a favor to Lia.”
He smiled. “Sure you did. You keep telling yourself that, and you and Mols might actually believe it. I don’t. Neither does Red. Think about it. If you were coming back for Lia, you would have agreed as soon as she showed up at your door. You didn’t decide to come until she showed you the pictures and told you how fucked Molly would be without you. Just watch yourself, okay?”
“I told you, no one is hurting anyone.”
He nodded. “You keep telling yourself that, too. But watch how you act around her. ‘Cause, if looks could kill, every man that glances at her ass tonight would be dead. You’re not hiding it as well as you think you are. I pray none of them try to cop a feel.”
I growled, thinking about how I would gladly break the fingers off any man who tried to touch my girl.
“Exactly.” Noah nodded, but not in a smug way. “You and Naytron are going to have to talk about this at some point—you know that, right?”
“Nothin’ to talk about.”
“Yeah.” The disbelief in his tone pissed me off, but that’s only because I knew he was right. Nate and I were going to have to talk about me and Mols. It was not a conversation I wanted to have.
Thankfully Sam, the head of Nate’s security, hollered my name, gesturing me toward him. We went over the plan, and then I stood back and watched as people filed in to meet the stars of the night. My eyes may have lingered on Molly a little too long whenever she greeted a male fan. I told myself I was just doing my job; it was up to me to keep my eyes on her so I could keep her safe.
When the DJs that had interviewed her earlier walked through the line, it took every ounce of self-control I had not to stride over to them, pull her into my arms, and stake a claim. I barely stayed on my side of the room when one of them—the one who admitted to being interested in her—leaned over and hugged her tight. I’d taken two steps toward them when Molly pushed him away, stepping back to give herself some space, and I breathed a small sigh of relief.
*****
The show had been more than a success. Molly was called back to the stage three times for encores, and then the crowd demanded Nate bring her back out again. She was glowing when she and the band finally escaped.
For the first time in almost a week, we joined Nate and the ‘Bama Boys at the after party. It was a city that never slept, after all. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with the useless drama and bullshit that these parties almost always brought, but Molly deserved a chance to celebrate with her friends. And to let loose after she’d been so stressed.
I stood with my back to the bar, scanning the crowd for trouble, but my eyes never drifted far from the woman dancing with a group of fans on the edge of the floor. We’d been late to the party, and the place had been a madhouse by the time we’d shown up. I liked to be early, to get my bearings without hundreds of strangers getting in my way, to have escape routes planned and backup security hidden in plain sight.
Tonight, though, the late arrival hadn’t irritated me like it normally would have. Molly had insisted it was a fashion faux pas for her to show up in the same outfit she’d worn on stage and that she had to change. The ripped jeans and low V-neck tee shirt that dipped low between her tits was a step up from the outfit she’d worn on stage. Just barely.
The girls crowded in to take a selfie and somehow the phone fell. Mols moved quickly, bending over to grab it before it got stomped on. I had a great view, her perfect ass right in my line of sight. My smile had nothing to do with what I could see, though. It was all about what other’s couldn’t. The jeans might’ve been skin tight, but at least no one could see her bare ass when she bent over too far. It really was the little things that mattered most.
The idea of my girlfriend’s ass on display for everyone didn’t settle well with me. Screw that. I hated it.
Girlfriend.
Where had that come from? Fuck, a few nights wrapped up in her arms, a few stolen kisses in the afternoon sun, and I had already promoted her from the fuck buddy to girlfriend. Wow. That happened fast.
I wondered how Ms. Afraid of Commitment would feel about that one. Fuck, I didn’t even know how I felt about it. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, and even though we’d never talked about it, I was pretty sure she wasn’t, either. And I sure as shit wasn’t looking for love.
Being a couple didn’t have to mean we were falling in love, though. It just meant we were two people who shared a friendship, mutual attraction, and mind-blowing sex. Exclusively. I’d already told her I didn’t share, so it shouldn’t be any surprise to her that I now considered her my girlfriend.
I smiled, nodding at nothing, as I connected the dots in my mind. It all made perfect sense.
“That makes no sense whatsoever.” Molly yanked her hand away from mine as we walked slowly down the hotel corridor a few hours later. “How much did you have to drink tonight?”
“Not a drop.”
Molly shook her head as I slid the plastic key into the lock and pushed open the door. Out of habit, Molly stayed in the hall while I did a quick visual sweep of the rooms and then motioned her inside once it was clear. “Maybe someone slipped something into your water.”
“I’m completely sober, Mols. Just think about it.”
She shook her head adamantly. “I am a girl, Mikey. And I am your friend. So if you really want to think of me as your girlfriend, I guess you can. But that means Lia is also your girlfriend. And I’m the jealous type, so that doesn’t really work.”
I chuckled, not surprised at her reaction. Unsnapping my weapon from my shoulder harness and clicking the safety on, I slid it into the top drawer of the dresser and then lifted up the leg of my jeans to pull out the .380, securing it the same way I had the Beretta.
Molly watched with disdain. “Are those really necessary?”
I nodded. We’d had this conversation numerous times already, but I wasn’t backing down. “You know they are.”
She groaned and turned away from me, but not quick enough. I caught her, wrapping my arms around her middle and tugging her to me, her back flush with my front. Kissing her neck softly, I asked, “Did you have fun tonight?”
She turned in my arms, her own circling my shoulders as she played with my hair. Smiling, she pushed herself up on tiptoes and dropped a peck onto my lips. “I did. Thank you.” Letting her hands drift slowly over my shoulders and down my abs, she started tugging my tee shirt up, exposing my flesh. “I think the rest of the night is going to be much more fun, though.”
“Yeah?” I stepped back into the wall, pulling her with me. “What do you have planned?”
Her eyes sparkled. “Something dirty.” She bit her lip and then swept her eyes over my face and down my body. “Absolutely nothing a girlfriend would do.” Before I could say anything, she’d dropped to her knees and her hands were on my zipper, sliding it down painfully slow.
My phone started to ring. I dug in my pocket, trying to find it, mentally cursing it and the bad timing of whomever was calling me. A glance at the screen had me groaning and dropping my head back against the sheetrock. “Fuck. I have to take this.”
Mols pushed herself off the floor and gave me a dazzling smile. “I’m here all night.” With a wink, she turned away from me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as soon as I lifted my cell to my ear.
“Why would something be wrong?” my ex-wife asked, as if she really were completely clueless.
“It’s three in the morning, Jules. Why else would you be calling me?”
She sighed. “I needed to talk to someone and I knew you’d be awake.”
I didn’t say a word, waiting for her to explain as I watched Molly walk to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind her. One I intended to follow as soon as I ended this call. When she didn’t elaborate, I started to lose my patience. “Are the kids okay?”
