I grabbed the feed scoop and shook it over the dirt floor. The moment they realized I was here to feed them—and not murder them—they came rushing over, their suspicious side-eyes disappearing.
“See?” I muttered under my breath. “We can be friends.”
Not that they understood a word I was saying, but still.
I walked back inside, searching for more tasks to take off Molly’s plate today. The moving boxes stacked throughout the house seemed like a good place to start. I didn’t know where Molly would want everything, but I could at least put the boxes in the right rooms.
The first box I opened contained a bunch of pots and pans, so I moved it to the kitchen. The second box was full of Molly’s shoes, so I set it outside her bedroom door. The third box was full of books—if the girl wasn’t baking, she was reading. I grabbed one from the box and opened it to a random page.
Big mistake.
The first two sentences that jumped out at me were graphic as hell. Something about sore bodies and fucking being the only thing on her mind from the moment she woke up, followed by a slew of colorfulsentences I probably wasn’t supposed to be reading before nine in the morning.
I laughed, because this wasexactlythe kind of stuff Molly would read.
I stood there for a moment, studying the cover page, then tucked the book into my tactical bag—the one I took with me to work every shift. It might’ve been the craziest idea I’d ever had, aside from remodeling this place, but I wanted to read the book.
Purely for scientific purposes, of course.
Just as I zipped the bag closed, Molly walked out of the bedroom in nothing but my sweatshirt. It was oversized on her, even with her growing belly, but she looked beautiful all the same. Even though I knew exactly what curves were hidden under that fabric, my mind still wandered to what I’d find if I pulled it off.
“What are you doing?” she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Moving your boxes to the right rooms so you don’t have to worry about moving stuff across the house.” I stood up slowly, as if I hadn’t just snuck one of her books into my bag.
“I have to work today, but Jace is coming out to keep you company,” I said, pulling her in and kissing the top of her head. “As always, please try not to cause too much trouble while I’m gone.”
“And again I say, no promises,” she teased, sliding her hand up my shirt and over my abs. “Before you go,I’m afraid I have one more thing I need you to tend to.” A wicked smile curved her lips as her gaze met mine.
“And what would that be?” I asked, though I had a pretty good idea.
“It’s more like whatyouneed tended to,” she said, dropping to her knees and pulling my sweatpants down.
Okay, maybe I was wrong.
She licked her lips, and I was a goner. My cock sprang free as I anticipated what was to come. Molly slid my length into her mouth, taking all of me. She moaned as I hit the back of her throat, enjoying every second of sucking on me like a damn lollipop. Her hand wrapped around my length, moving in sync with her mouth, gripping me with just the right amount of pressure.
I watched, admiring her as she worked. Fuck, she was amazing.
The sun seeped through the windows as she sucked me off right in the middle of her living room. Good thing she didn’t have neighbors anymore, or they’d be able to see everything. Something told me Molly didn’t give a damn about that though.
She continued taking my cock all the way to the back of her throat, her tempo picking up as time went on. I was close—so close.
“Molls, I’m close,” I warned, but she only sucked harder.
She wants me to come in her mouth.The thought sent a tingle up my spine.
A few more thrusts and I was done. She held herself in place as I spilled down the back of her throat, her neck flexing as she swallowed every last drop.
When I was finished, she slid me out of her mouth, letting it pop as the last few inches slipped free.
“I think you’re ready for duty now, Sheriff Carson,” she said, smirking up at me from her knees.
I’d never missed a shift, but Molly was making me want to say fuck it and ruin my perfect streak.
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Before heading in for my shift, I made a pit stop at my house to check in on things. When I pulled up to the curb, I immediately noticed some boxes sitting on the front porch.
