She rolled her eyes and gave him a playful smile. “Let me guess, it’s the blond hair right?”
“That and the rest of it.” He gave her a quick scan, his eyes lingering a second too long in the chest region. She felt her cheeks heat as she realized she was being thoroughly checked out by a sixteen year old. Her eyes narrowed, and the grin he shot her was so much like his uncle’s she had no doubt he was already leaving a trail of broken hearts that would one day rival Brady’s.
“Thanks for helping me,” he said after he finished the last problem. “Brady says I have to get at least a B average if I want to keep living with him.”
“Have you two always been close?” she said, burning with curiosity about this nephew and a family whose existence she’d never known of until recently.
“I guess. He took care of me a lot when I was little.”
Brady as a babysitter? She couldn’t even picture it.
“I haven’t seen him a lot since he joined the army though. But he calls and emails and stuff, and a couple times he bought tickets so I could visit him. That was pretty cool.”
“He didn’t come visit you?”
He shook his head. “Uncle Brady doesn’t really get along with the rest of the family. Except for our cousin Erin. He thinks she’s okay.”
She tucked that bit of information away, to do what with she wasn’t sure. All she knew was she was inexplicably hungry for any information about Brady, about his past. Information he kept so close to the chest.
Information she shouldn’t care about if the only thing between them was sex.
She shoved the thought aside. “In all the time I’ve known him, he’s never talked about his family.”
Jordan’s mouth twisted in a wry smile. “Our family’s not something he’s going to talk about with someone he wants to impress.”
“And you think he wants to impress me?” she said with a grin.
“I don’t see why he wouldn’t.”
###
Damn, the kid had game, he had to give him that, Brady thought as he caught the last of their conversation.
A conversation he needed to nip in the bud before Jordan spilled any more of the family dirt Molly was clearly fishing for.
“Hey, Molly, can you come in here so we can go over the happy hour specials for tonight?”
“Sure.” She slid off the bar stool and started walking toward him.
“And you need to get back to work,” he said to Jordan.
“I already finished my math. Molly helped me.”
“Then start on your American History assignment.”
Jordan pulled a face but turned his attention back to the laptop.
“Molly seems pretty cool,” Jordan said later that evening as they ate dinner in front of Brady’s TV.
“She’s all right,” Brady said as he forked a bite of chicken into his mouth.
“I got a perfect score on the math unit she helped me with.”
“She’s a smart girl.”
“Pretty hot, too.” Jordan said.
Brady let that one go.
“You should totally tap that.”
Brady turned to Jordan with a glare. “Don’t you talk about her like that—or any other woman for that matter.”
“What, I’m just saying she’s a good looking woman. I would totally be all over that if I were you.”
And I would be too, if you hadn’t shown up on my doorstep.
“You’re sixteen. Given the chance, you’d be all over anything with a pulse.”
Jordan shrugged. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you. You could totally get her if you wanted to.”
Brady felt the back of his neck heat. “Yeah, how does she look at me?”
Jordan shrugged. “You know. Like she’s running a porn in her head and it’s starring you.”
###
Brady waited until an hour after Jordan shut the door of his bedroom before he left, closing the door soundlessly behind him. Call him stupid, call him irresponsible, but after all that talk about Molly he couldn’t get her out of his head.
The days of unrelieved lust were building to a head, until he felt like he’d break with reality if he didn’t get to sink himself in the tight heat of her body, feel her naked skin sliding against his.
Which was why he was sneaking out of his house like a teenager—though, to be fair he hadn’t had much experience with it as a teen himself. Not because he hadn’t done his share of running around at all hours of the night, just that he hadn't had to sneak because his parents hadn’t given a shit what he was up to, as long as it didn't interfere with their nightly agenda of getting wasted.
He put the truck into gear without turning on the engine and rolled it down the drive, waiting until he hit the pavement to start the ignition.
Ten minutes later he was parked in front of Molly’s house. All the windows were dark, which made sense given the late hour. She must be asleep, which would explain why she hadn’t answered his call or the text that followed.
He tried the front door, grimacing when he found it unlocked. Big Timber wasn’t known for violent crime, but he still didn’t like the idea of her sleeping alone in an unlocked house, vulnerable to someone with a lot worse intentions than him.
Still, it made his job a lot easier as he slipped silently through the front door. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness before he made his way down the short hallway. He’d never been to Molly’s house, but he was guessing she was behind the door at the end of the hall.
He turned the knob and pushed it open. Her blinds were drawn, but streaks of moonlight spilled across the bed, showing her shadowy form. She was sound asleep, curled up on her left side, one arm tucked underneath her pillow.
He quietly kicked off his shoes and shed his jacket and went to kneel by her bedside. “Molly,” he whispered and reached out to stroke her soft cheek in a feather light touch. She snuffled adorably and shifted in her sleep.
“Molly, wake up,” he said, a little louder this time.
In the shadows he could see her eyelashes flutter, then freeze as she let out a gasp.
“It’s okay, it’s just me,” he said quickly before she fell into a full-fledged panic.
“Brady?” she shoved herself up and reached out to click on the lamp sitting on her bedside table. Her gorgeous tits strained against her black tank top. His mouth practically watered at the sight of her.
Squinting against the light, she looked like an angry cat that had been startled from its nap. “You scared me to death.”
“Sorry,” he said. “But I figured this was better than stripping and crawling into bed with you naked, which was my original plan.”
“Why didn’t you call first? How did you even get in?” She yawned and shoved a tangle of blond hair out of her face.
“I did call, you didn’t answer.” he said as he stripped off his long sleeve shirt. “And you left your front door unlocked, which made getting in easy for me or anyone else who wanted to get in here.”
“Excuse me, I’m not used to men sneaking into my house at”—she squinted at the clock—“twelve eighteen at night.”
“Well get used to it,” he said, flicking open the button on his jeans, “because as long as Jordan’s around, cramping our style, we’re going to have to make do.”
“You’re very sure of your welcome,” she said in a prissy tone that never failed to make him grin as he fished a condom out of his wallet and set it on the bedside table.
“You want me to go?” he said, his fingers pausing on the tab of his zipper.
Based on the way her eyes were hungrily glued there, he was pretty sure of her answer. “I should say yes, just to make a point.” Her voice was all husky, and he felt his dick strain harder against his zipper.
“But you’re not going to.” The buzz of the zipper echoed in the quiet room as he lowered it, then shoved his jeans and shorts down his legs in one smooth motion.
She shook her head, already on her knees, reaching for him. “Not when I’ve missed this so much.”
This. Not you.
He shoved the thought out of his head. He was becoming a total chick over her, analyzing every word she said looking for deeper meaning.
He pulled her against him, his hand fisting in her hair to tilt her head back to take his kiss. She eagerly sucked his tongue into her mouth, stroking it with her own, and the throaty little sounds she made sent an explosion of need sizzling through every cell.
He yanked the tank top over her head, groaning at the feel of her soft tits with their rock hard nipples straining against his chest. His hand slid down her back, beneath the elastic waistband of her little red shorts. His palms closed over her round ass cheeks and gave them a greedy squeeze. “I missed you too,” he growled into the curve of her neck.
“I can tell.”
His breath hissed between his teeth as he felt her hand circle him, stroking him in a teasing, feather light touch that had him thrusting into her fist.
He bent his head and captured a nipple between his lips, sucking hard, groaning as she stroked him harder, faster.
He slid one hand around to the front of her shorts, sliding down and finding her, hot and slick with the evidence of how much she’d missed him. His fingers grazed her clit and she let out a sharp cry as her hand instinctively tightened around his cock.
Unable to wait, he pushed her back against the pillows and reached for the condom, suiting himself up in record time.
Then he was there, kneeling between her legs as she guided his cock to her tight, wet entrance. There was no gentleness, no finesse as he shoved deep in one hard thrust.
Their groans echoed up to the ceiling as he sank so deep he could feel the soft curve of her ass against his balls. So hot, so tight. He squeezed his eyes tight against pleasure so fierce it made his arms shake and his eyes sting.
She was squeezing around him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she squirmed to take him deeper. So good it made him almost frantic with need, pleasure thundering through him like a freight train, so out of control it was all he could do to simply hang on for the ride.
His hips started to move in hard, heavy thrusts, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. But it didn’t matter because the way she was rocking her hips and moaning so loud he was afraid the neighbors were going to call the cops told him she wasn’t either.
He hooked his elbows under her knees and pressed them up against her chest so he could take her harder, deeper. He looked down at her face, saw her watching him with heavy-lidded blue eyes. He tracked her gaze as it slid down his chest, his stomach, until it landed on where they were joined.
He’d never seen anything more erotic than the sight of her pretty pink pussy stretched tight around his cock.
He could feel her stomach muscles clench, knew she was close. He slid one hand down, found her clit with his thumb and felt her convulse around him. He watched himself sink all the way in, then out, riding her through her orgasm until it all became too much and he joined her in oblivion.
As he collapsed on the bed and pulled her tightly against him one single thought crashed through his brain. Come hell or high water, he was never going to go another night without Molly.
###
He was holding her tight, like he was afraid she was going to disappear. Which was fine with Molly, as she had him locked in her own death grip, arms and legs wrapped around his shoulders and hips. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his soapy, musky scent, filling her lungs like it was oxygen. It was only because they’d had a break, she told herself, that she felt like she couldn’t get enough of his smell, of the feel of his silky skin under her fingers, the salty taste of his skin on her tongue.
Of the feel of him still buried deep inside of her.
It’s only been five days. Not nearly long enough to make you feel this desperate.
But the truth was, she’d been going crazy without him, crazy enough that if he hadn’t shown up tonight, she wasn’t positive she wouldn’t have shown up at his place and thrown a handful of pebbles at his window to lure him out.
Only the thought of Jordan catching her and the ensuing humiliation of being caught acting like a teenager
by
a teenager had kept her home. Barely.
Speaking of…“So you’ve decided it’s safe to leave Jordan alone?”
“It’s definitely a trust experiment,” Brady said as he propped himself up on his elbows. “And since he was asleep when I left I figure there’s less chance of him getting into trouble.”
He bent and kissed her, long and deep, then lifted is head, grinning. “He likes you, by the way.”
Molly arched an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“Thinks you’re hot too. Told me I should, and I quote, ‘tap that.’”
She gave him a playful swat on the shoulder. “That’s terrible. He’s a kid.”
“He’s sixteen, and I doubt he’s a virgin, and he’s got good taste like his uncle.”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s a heartbreaker like his uncle.”
“I’ve broken a lot fewer than you seem to think.”
“I guess we all know better than to give you our hearts.”
His teeth bared in a grin that didn’t quite make it to his eyes. Behind it, he looked angry, maybe even a little hurt.
She wanted to apologize but she wasn’t sure what for. Instead she brought her hand to his cheek, felt him relax a little as she traced her fingers against the rasp of stubble. As she traced the hard lines and angles of his face, she remembered the conversation she’d had with Jordan. “It’s hard to imagine you changing diapers.”
“What?” His head recoiled and his eyes widened in a semi-panicked look.
“Jordan said you took care of him when he was a baby.”
His breath whooshed out of his chest. “Oh, that. For a second I thought you were hinting at something.”
She couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Ha! No. I was just looking at you, all big and hard and fierce looking, and it’s hard to imagine you as a baby person.”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t exactly call myself that, but yeah, I did a fair share of babysitting him when he was little.” He skimmed his palm down her back.
“That’s so sweet.”
“I didn’t have much choice. My sister sure as hell wasn’t interested in taking care of him and neither was anyone else. Wasn’t Jordan’s fault he’d been born into our family. Someone had to get him a bottle, change his diaper, shit like that.”