Mollify (11 page)

Chapter 16

Dean

After reluctantly washing away the sweet taste of Megan in my mouth with soda, I grab her a bottle of water knowing she needs something to help cool her down before I heat her back up.

What can I say? I really like going down on chicks. They make the best noises, and hearing my name called out is fucking sweet. More importantly, I like to mark the territory I’ve touched except in Megan’s case. That’s not territory I’m fucking marking. That’s owned. By me. Forever. Don’t you fucking forget that. Don’t worry. I won’t let her ever forget it either.

Opening my bedroom door once I notice Megan’s not on the couch, the bottle falls from my hands at what’s waiting inside.

Megan sways her body innocently, the lingerie set even more tempting in motion. “You like?”

“I-I-I....need that on the floor,” I manage to mumble.

“Yeah?” She sweetly asks her fingertips dragging themselves across the top of her boobs. I whimper wishing those were my fingers.

Don’t judge. It wasn’t that loud.

“I don’t look good in it?” The enticing tone has my body moving her direction absentmindedly.

“You’re seducing disaster baby,” I warn at the same time she lowers her body to my bed.

“Oh yeah?” She looks up at me, her bright brown eyes a combination of turned on, ready to submit, and fighting to be the one in control. “What exactly does that mean?”

“It means.” I rip off my shirt. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

And just like that I’m on top of her again, hands tugging at the material, the sound of stitches ripping stiffening my dick to the point of no return.

No coming in my pants again. I’m only coming in one place this time.

While my fingertips roll and lightly tug her nipples, bringing her back to the brink of pleasure I love to see her on, I grind my body against hers, the friction fucking torture for me, but igniting every nerve end in her body.

In a couple of swift motions, clothes are lost and our naked bodies are sheltered by my sheets.

Dad took me to buy new ones laughing to himself most of the time we shopped. I don’t get why, but I’m sure he’ll tell me one day.

Straddling her I reach for a condom, roll it on, and waste no more time before easing myself inside. Megan’s body tenses harder making the first couple of pushes a struggle to enjoy.

Softly I whisper, “Baby, I need you to relax. I swear I’d never hurt you.”

The words ease whatever concern that was throttling her. There’s a clear shift from fear to trust as she widens her legs to better accommodate my body. Using every inch of will power I have, I guide my cock carefully in and out, rocking hard enough to hit the spot inside that makes her body arch into mine, but gentle enough her body understands I respect that this is a gift. Something she just doesn’t give out to everyone. If the reactions to my motions weren’t enough to guarantee me that, the life suffocating strangle her pussy has on my dick is.

I run my fingertips down her leg. Her skin prickles under the touch. Her pussy clenches when I grip it for leverage as she wraps it around me. On a soft plea she begs, “Deeper...”

Helping her bend her legs so they are pressed up against her chest, I give what she asks for, my dick diving to new depths while my teeth and tongue taste the flesh on her neck. The distraction is necessary to keep me from coming every time I hear her moan. I continue thrust after thrust, the speed slow and steady, an unexplored swiftness for me.

Oh what! Like you don’t like it hard and fast? Fucked raw until you can’t think straight. That’s how I roll. Usually. But believe me, this right here? Not complaining about it.

Megan starts her familiar mewls, nails pawing at my back, warning signs she’s close.

Thank the fucking lord.

“Dean,” my name said has never sounded so goddamn beautiful. “I’m...”

“I know baby.” A kiss lands on her lips before I whisper, “I know. Come for me...only me.”

“Yes,” she cries against my mouth. “Yes! Yes!”

Unraveling underneath me, I watch her shake and shiver, exploding into a million pieces that only I can put back together. The moment Megan whimpers my name again, I fall apart with her, the magnitude of coming so earth shattering I roar out something so animalistic I’m afraid it’ll scare her away.

I’m the king of this bed, not the jungle. What the fuck?

When Megan licks the corner of my mouth, I’m relieved and swallow her tongue like it’s the last thing I’ll ever taste.

Pulling away I nuzzle her nose with mine, an action that I’m starting to believe is special between us. “You’re mine now.” The declaration receives me a relieved sigh and another sweet kiss.

She was mine before, make no mistake. But after that...after what just happened between us, I know now more than ever she’s in love with me. Am I in love with her? That’s a stupid fucking question. What kind of ten year old gives away his favorite toy to a girl he wasn’t in love with? That would just be crazy. We’ve talked about this already. First girl. Only girl.

Chapter 17

Dean

The sound of my phone vibrating on my dresser has me stirring unsure of how to move any more.

Took my girl four times last night. She kept coming, so I kept going. Fucking should be an Olympic sport. I’d take a gold medal.

Lifting an eye to see if the noise is waking Megan I’m crushed when she’s not in bed beside me. Annoyed I grab my phone, hoping that she’s just in my bathroom.

“What.”

“Done getting your knob slobbed on?” Blaine’s voice jokes on the other end.

“Not even close,” I comment staring at my almost closed bathroom door.

If I can just use my Jedi mind tricks...

“Lucky bastard,” Blaine gripes. “You’re busy getting your cock sucked, Jackson is out of town with his uncle at that resort where the chicks walk around topless, and I’m stuck on the morning shift.”

“It’s good to be the boss’ kid and help make the schedule.”

“I repeat, lucky bastard,” he grouses again. “Fuck you. You coming in at all or too tired from lifting your own nuts all night?”

On a proud laugh I shrug, “We’ll see.”

“So before I let you get back to burying your face in titties or pussy, quick question.”

Rising out of my bed to head for my bathroom door, I say, “Shoot.”

“Becca. You seem familiar with her cousin. Think she’d kill me if I asked her out? You know if I could ever get that girl to look at me for longer than 30 seconds.”

My foot cracks my bathroom door open to see nothing inside. On a heavy sigh I reply, “With a two by four and take pleasure in every second she pounds you into the ground like a ghetto hammer.”

“That’s...that’s...violent.”

“Yeah. Stay away from Legs’ cousin.”

“But—”

“I gotta go.” I hang up and toss my phone on the bed.

Grabbing a pair of boxers from the floor, I exit my room and start calling out, “Megan...” I search the upstairs just in case she’s wandering around looking for...looking for...something. Anything. I rush down the stairs looking around, calling out, “Megan!”

Where the fuck did she go? Did you see her leave? Did you see her fucking leave and not wake me up!

Panicked I keep calling out her name, the same way I do when Little Bit plays hide and seek a little too long for comfort. On my way back up the stairs I notice her wallet on one of the steps informing me of my biggest fear.

She left. She fucking left me. The only girl I’ll love my whole life let’s me make love to her and leaves the next morning without a word. This can’t be fucking happening to me...

Chapter 18

Megan

“First my charger, now my wallet? Where the fuck is it? I know I had it.” I mutter under my breath looking around the car that I’m gonna miss.

Not that much. Damn sure not enough to ever go back to the person who insisted I drive it.

On my way to the front of my old apartment, I curse myself for not remembering to borrow Dean’s charger.

I was a little busy. Okay...alotta busy. Screaming. A lot. Oh my God, I’m lucky no one called the cops.

The doorman welcomes me inside with a tip of the hat. Smiling back happily I climb in the elevator letting it take me to the penthouse apartment I won’t miss.

Nothing can compare to that room of Dean’s. How one small space can make me feel something Marcus’ penthouse never did is beyond me. God, I can’t wait to see Dean again. He should still be sleeping right? As hard as he was pumping away last night I doubt he’ll rise before dinner time. I know I wouldn’t have if I didn’t have to. No worries. I’ll make it back before he even notices I slipped out.

After getting off the elevator and traveling down the hallway I let myself into the vacant apartment knowing I’m cutting it dangerously close to running into him, but Liv had to work this morning and this was the best time she could pick me up.

No. I really don’t want Dean to know. Stop mentioning it.

As soon as I’m inside I rush to my room and do a quick sweep thankful I did. Grabbing the picture of my parents off my mirror, I stuff it into my bag. On the way out of the room I smile brightly, loving the feeling of freedom so close.

I drop the keys on the kitchen bar and make my exit, the sound of an imaginary clock ticking loudly in my ear. When the elevator dings open, I hurry through the lobby and out the front right into the arms of the one person I was hoping to avoid.

Fuck. Me.

“Well hello Kitten,” the nickname is followed by a disgustingly slick smirk. “Greeting me at the door like a good pet. Finally.”

“No Marcus,” I stand up for myself, the confidence a strange feeling. “I’m leaving. Like I said. Like I’ve been saying. This is over. This has
been over
.”

“That why you’re spreading your legs around town with trailer trash?” the remark causes me to gasp. “Oh you didn’t think I’d hear about how
my pet
was making out around town with some steroid reject? So how long did you wait to fuck him? Did you make him wait as long as me?”

His words have my lips pressing tightly together.

“Oh now you have nothing to say?” One hand slides in his pocket. “The dirty little ungrateful tramp has nothing to say?”

“I’m not a tramp!”

“You sure look like one with that hickey on your neck.” His hand pushes my hair off my shoulder, the movement causing an immediate tremor.

Please don’t let him hit me. He wouldn’t, would he? Not in public...he’s never done that before in public.

Backing up slowly I say, “Y-Y-You can’t hurt me any more Marcus.”

“Why?” his hand promptly grabs me into him by the hips. “Because your new boyfriend is gonna save you? Please. He’ll use you up the same way he has all the others and you’ll be begging for my forgiveness. For my shelter. For my money.”

“I don’t want your fucking money!” I shout. “I never have!”

“You’re not leaving me Kitten.” One of his hands dig into the back of my neck. “Ever. I guarantee it.”

His lips force themselves on me and I cry hands trapped from being able to beat him off. When the pressure increases, a tear drops knowing the bruise that’s going to be left.

“If you don’t let my best friend go, I swear you’ll find out why my daddy made sure I learned to shoot before I was out of diapers,” Liv’s voice says in such a threatening way Marcus obeys. He opens his mouth to say something when she says, “Oh I want you to say some shit to me so I can claim to the court it was self-defense. Say something...I dare you.”

Marcus surrenders both hands in the air and Liv snatches me by the hand, yanking me to her side.

He looks me square in the eye. “This isn’t over.”

As Liv pulls me away to safety, I clutch my bag with my face down.

Why do I feel he’s not wrong?

Chapter 19

Dean

The sight of him kissing her feels like a blow to an open chest. Sharp. Painful. And most important, weakening. My hands grip the steering wheel tighter at the sight of my girl kissing him.

Right after she fucks me? And everyone is worried about me and my fucking reputation! I would never fucking do that! Not to her! Not...not to her.

On a deep breath, I toss her wallet back in the passenger seat and take off down the road heading for home. The drive back consists heavily of me speeding and weaving in and out of traffic, the desperation to feed the rage with something.

I should’ve gotten out of the car and beat the shit out of him. Why didn’t I fucking do that? I should go back. No I shouldn’t. Yes I should. You...you say nothing.

Pulling up in the driveway, I hop out of car, slamming the door behind me, repeating the action with the front door with me on the other side.

My fist starts to throb anxious to hit something. Anything.

His face would do nicely.

The unexpected giggling I hear snaps me out of my own head. Dad has mom pressed against the bar and has his face buried in her neck. At the sight of me she taps his chest to pull up and he shoots me a wide smirk.

I don’t wanna hate my parents for being in love and happy but I do right now. I fucking do.

“Kid,” he greets me with a nod. “Didn’t see your car. Sorry.”

“It’s cool.” I shrug. “I had stepped out for a sec.”

“You don’t look happy for someone who spent the weekend with your girlfriend,” Mom softly says moving out of Dad’s grip. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” my voice growls as I drop onto a barstool. “How was your trip?”

“Productive,” Dad answers.

“Logan!”

He chuckles and I roll my eyes.

“What the fuck’s your problem?” He leans across from me on the bar. “Truth. Now.”

“Did you and Megan have a fight?” Mom asks mimicking Dad’s pose.

“A fight?” I scoff. “A fucking fight I could handle. That’s two people together. On the same fucking page, in some fucking way. What I saw...” My head shakes. “I don’t wanna fucking talk about it.”

“Maximus, give us a sec,” Dad says to her.

She nods and kisses his cheek before walking around giving me one on the side of my head. “Love you.”

Glad someone does.

Mom slips out of the room leaving the two of us alone. Dad’s eyes lower to a cold look and he demands. “Explain. Now.”

Not being able to hold it back any long I let it spew, “Megan spent the night last night—”

“We know. The whole fucking house smells like sex and pizza. Open a window next time Kid.”

I fight the small urge to smile briefly. “When I woke up this morning she was gone.” I notice the shift in him, but he doesn’t say anything. “So I looked around the house and found her wallet she dropped on her way out. After trying to call her for her phone to only go to voice mail, I hopped in the car to take it to her and find out what the fuck happened. Why she left and...” my voice trails off as the image of the two of them kissing falls back into my mind.

“And?”

“And I saw her kissing another dude.” Dad waits for more information. Unsure of how to make it any clearer that’s the end of my information line I repeat, “ANOTHER GUY!”

“I heard you the first fucking time.”

“Then why aren’t you fucking saying anything?”

“I’m waiting for the part where you tell me how you didn’t end up in jail for manslaughter.”

That comment gets me and I smile dropping my face in my hands. “I drove away.”

“At least your tempers better than mine.”

“Barely. Pretty sure I almost wrecked my car on the way home.”

“That would’ve been worse than holes in the wall,” the reference to what happened when him and mom first started dating forces me to smile again. “Advice Kid? Don’t assume anything.”

“She was kissing another guy!”

“Was she?” He lifts an eyebrow. “Does that sound like Megan? I’ve had chicks. I’ve had ‘em all. The ones that are innocent and the ones that fake it cause they think it’s cute. Megan’s not a faker. Don’t jump to conclusions.
Talk
to her.”

“But—”

“Listen to me Kid. Hear me loud and fucking clear.
Talk
to her. Assuming shit never works out for anyone. Believe me. I know first-hand.”

Not in the mood to talk about this anymore, I get up and grumble, “I’m going back to bed.”

“We’re gonna grab Little Bit in a few. Want us to keep her out of your room?”

“Nah...” I give a short shrug. “I need at least one girl I love to love me...”

Dad goes to say something when I hold a hand up to stop him from wasting his breath.

I should’ve fucking hit the asshole in the face. I should’ve gotten out of the car and beat the fuck out of him. That’s my girl....or is she is? Was she playing us? Do you know?