I had offered to sleep on the couch because I didn’t want Molly to think I was invading her space. I didn’t want her to feel like I was backing her into a corner. Sure, she had kissed me last night before bed, but that could’ve meant anything—just a friendly gesture. And kissing her at the Twisted Spur today had been a rash move on my part. We’d gotten caught up in the moment. Or at least, that’s what I’d tried to convince myself.
It had been going pretty well until I read her accidental text and realized Molly and I were both hiding our unspoken feelings.
Fuck it.
I stood up from the couch and walked to her door. I was tired of hiding my feelings, and it was clear Molly felt the same way.
I knocked softly. “Molls?”
“Yes?” she replied after a few seconds.
“Can I come in, please? I think we need to talk about some things.”
Footsteps sounded on the other side of the door before the knob turned. Molly backed up as she opened it.
“I didn’t mean to text yo—”
She didn’t get to finish. I lifted her, pulling her thighs to either side of my hips. Surprise flashed across her face, but she held on to me tight—she didn’t fight it.
“What are you doing?”
I pressed her back against the wall, her face level with mine.
“I am so fucking tired of being around you, Molly, and hiding the way I feel about you,” I said. “The way my body aches for you like it did the night we first had sex—it hasn’t stopped for a single second since. I am the world’s biggest fool for ever thinking I could live my life without you, because the truth is I can’t.”
My voice dropped. “You’re like a breath of fresh air. And without you, I’ve been standing here, gasping for breath every single day.” I held her there, my forehead nearly touching hers. “So I’m going to lay you down on that bed, and I’m going to worship your body the way I did the night we made our son, but only if you say yes.”
“Liam, I can’t get my heart broken like that again. Watching you walk out that day hurt more than you’llever know. Co-parenting is one thing, but falling in love with you… that’s another,” she said, the fear in her voice obvious.
“Molly, as long as I am breathing, I’ll always regret doing that to you,” I said. “I was terrified to become a father. But the day I met with my dad and he said those things about you, I realized I would literally die for you if that’s what it took to protect you… even from my own father.”
My voice softened. “You and our son mean more to me than anything in this world. Nothing is more important to me than making sure you’re happy and he’s happy—every single day until my last day on this earth. I know letting me in again is scary, but damn Molls, I’m begging. Give me one more chance,” I pleaded.
She lifted her hands to my face and gently pulled me closer, fixing her eyes on mine.
After a few moments, she finally whispered, “I’m throwing myself into the deep end here, Liam. Please don’t let me drown.”
That was all she said before she sealed her lips to mine. Sparks shot through my body the second we connected.
Still gripping her thighs, I turned us, laying her down on the bed. She smelled like fruity shampoo mixed with cocoa butter.
“My body looks a little different than the last time we were together,” she said, the shyness in her voice showing how aware she was of every change her body was going through.
I stood at the end of the bed, taking her in… her tan skin, her curves, the way her body had changed to grow a child—ourchild.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life,” I said. Her body wasn’t just beautiful—it was sacred to me. Her body allowed me to become a father.
I slid my pants off quickly, my shirt following right behind. My length pushed the fabric of my boxers to their max, making it clear to Molly just how badly I wanted her.
I pulled her shirt up and over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Kissing her neck, I cupped her full breasts in my hand, kneading her nipple between my fingers. She whined, begging for more.
“Where’s that purple vibrator?” I asked.
“In my nightstand. Why?” she asked, probably shocked I even knew it existed.
I reached over, slid the drawer open, and grabbed it. “One day,” I said, turning it on, “I accidentally heard you through the cameras pleasuring yourself with this thing.”
Her breath caught.
