Every little shift she makes is driving me insane. At one point, somebody bumps the chair, and she bounces in my lap so firmly, I grip her hip hard enough to bruise to keep her still for a second. After that, I cannot concentrate. I don't know what anybody's saying. I smile when everybody laughs, look in the direction of whoever's talking when I'm supposed to, all while my hands roam in small measures. Cup the inside of her thigh under the table, my thumb shifting. Then it slides up to the outside, this time my thumb slipping just under the hem of her skirt. Occasionally, she leans back against my chest, twisting her neck so she can kiss me. Twining her fingers in mine sometimes. Purposely shifting her hips, her smile giving her away. She leans forward, propping her head on her hand on the table. But from where I'm sitting, she's stretched out in front of me, back arched a little, the curves of her waist and hips and ass planted in my lap conjuring filthy visions of fucking her from behind.
When she sits, I can barely stand it anymore and bury my face in her hair for a second, then bring my lips to her ear.
"You look so fucking good tonight."
She takes my hand, slides it across her belly low, presses it to her. Strokes the top of my hand. Then wiggles in my lap and giggles a little.
I all but groan, glad it's loud and everyone's drunk.
"Cut that out, peaches, or we're not gonna make it home." I slide my hand up her thigh under the table, not stopping until my fingertips brush her pussy through her panties.
She's soaking wet.
Her body jolts at the contact. My heart bangs like a fucking kick drum.
"What do you want?" I whisper into the hollow behind her ear, stroking her ever so slightly, discreetly. "I'll touch you here. I don't want to wait." I nip the shell, the thrill when she nods overwhelming. "Third bathroom. Wait a couple minutes and get your ass in there." When I push the chair back and set her on the ground, she's flushed and a little breathless and absolutely fucking beautiful. I give her the briefest kiss and haul ass toward the bathrooms, catching her eye before I step in, smirking like a bastard with my cock so hard it hurts.
Because I've never wanted anything so bad in my life as much as I want her.
CHAPTER 36
RAWR
MOLLY
My body is onfire.
My skin. My blood. My pussy. Scalding hot, searing, boiling inferno. Surely I'm not about to fool around in a bar bathroom.
Then I picture the look on his face when he pulled open the door, and I know.
Yes. Yes I am.
Now all I have to do is wait for a couple of minutes and pretend for a second that I understand how time works. I'm thinking deeply about his dick when Carlin comes around, smiling.
"Hey!" he says, leaning in to give me a hug. "Damn girl, it's good to see you out. Looks like you and coach are official. And here I thought you broke up," he says on an easy laugh. "I've been trying to pry the deets out of you, but you're giving me nothing, Mols."
"I know, I'm sorry. I was just so…well, I was miserable. I couldn't talk about it. Too fresh, you know?"
"I get it. Raw. Like your arm got cut off and hasn't been doctored yet." His eyes crinkle when he takes a sip of his beer.
I laugh. "It felt exactly like that. I just needed to turtle. Get in my shell and hide out for a bit."
"I wish you would have let me cheer you up. I'm a pretty good cheerer-upper."
"You really are."
"Nerds clusters save lives, that's all I'm saying." He watches me as I laugh with warmest look is on his face, his eyes sharp and clever as always. "Y'all really do look happy, Mols. I know it was rough with the gossip and all, but you deserve to be happy. That's all I want, all that matters."
I'm touched. "That makes me really happy, Carlin. Thanks."
"'Course. I've always got your back. If you need anything, any time, I'm there."
A pretty brunette appears at his elbow, two drinks in hand. She passes one to him with a shy smile.
"Oh! Mols, this is Nurse Nancy's niece, Katie."
"The librarian!" Katie says brightly. "Aunt Nancy talks about you all the time. It's so nice to finally meet you."
