“You first.” I hold my arm out to direct her out of the house towards the Escalade Graham rented for us.
This night has been interesting to say the least. Kyra and Nyx haven’t left the small dance floor they made at Grant’s. Thank goodness Grant loves us. I can’t imagine another bar that would let us come in and redecorate.
Kyra’s hips sway to the beat, and I am mesmerized by the movement. The buzz flowing through my veins has me feeling good enough to throw my hat in the ring with her again. But also sober enough to know it’s a bad idea. I really don’t want to nurse a damaged heart again tonight.
Sitting at the bar, I am nursing a Jack and Coke, just watching. I feel like a stalker, but I mean the girls absolutely no harm. Well, unless Ky wants it a little rough.
“Hey, Cal, right?” Molly’s southern accent peaks out slightly.
“Ya, that’s me.” I give her a gentle smile.
“Why ain’t ya out there dancin’ with your girl? You are Kyra’s Cal, aren’t you?” She questions.
Her words cut deep, and I can feel my chest squeeze. I know she is part of their girl gang. Doesn’t she know that Kyra pushes me away every single time I try to get close?
“I would love to be out there with her.” I hang my head as I hear the words leave my mouth. Like watching from outside of my body.
“Ahh, she’s doing her Kyra thing. Are you going to just watch her like a lost puppy until she decides she will risk her heart again?” She doesn’t mean to call me out like that, knowing Molly. But fuck if it isn’t like a stab right to the damn chest.
“Hi pot, I’m kettle,” I say with a chuckle. Molly is just as guilty of watching David as I am of Kyra. Those two need to just talk. Molly seems to think Devil Dog won’t protect her from Travis. Even if she doesn’t end up with David, she’s a part of this family whether she likes it or not.
“Haha,” she lets out one of those sarcastic laughs. “Very funny. Cute and a sense of humor, how can Kyra resist?” Molly fiddles with a loose red curl hanging by her face.
She is pretty by every standard of the word. She’s not my Sunflower, but before I would have taken her home with me…
To get over one girl, get under another.
Can I do that? Take Kyra’s best friend home? Would Molly even risk girl code like that?
“Hey, golden boy, why are you lookin’ at me like that?” Despite her teasing tone, her green eyes light up. Her’s aren’t the same shade as Kyra’s, more bottle green than Ky’s blue green.
“Just thinking.”
“Wanna fill in the class since you are sittin’ at my bar?” She laughs, and it warms a tiny piece of my soul.
“Nothing.” I refuse to tell her I was thinking about trying to get over Kyra by fucking her.
“You were debatin’ if I would help you? If we could help each other?”
Fuck!
“No, never.” I shoot back what’s left in my drink quickly. This is going to involve a lot more alcohol in my veins than the gentle buzz I have currently.
“Uh huh. Meet me by the bathrooms in like five.” Molly picks up a stack of dirty cups and walks back towards the kitchen.Taking the long hallway that includes the storage room and the bathrooms.
Standing up, I steel my spine and decide it’s now or never. I walk down the dark hallway, lit only by a few gentle lights that showcase signed photos of Grant with some of Detroit’s big names.
Suddenly, I am being pulled into the storage room, and the door is being shut behind me.
“Anyone see ya, Golden Boy?” Fuck, I hate that nickname she keeps calling me.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Good.”
It’s a split second before her lips are on mine. They are plush and soft, but not my Sunflower’s. There is nothing. My dick is still flaccid and uninterested in this redhead.
“Nope.” We both blurt out just moments after our lips meet.
