Craving Molly(16)

My parents had come to an agreement a couple months after Mick died. Mom would start going back to the shrink she’d seen when I was a kid, and she’d try her best to stay away from things that would trigger her nightmares—like the news.

“Rosie was just there.” Mom’s voice came out strangled. “She just got home twenty minutes ago.”

“Right, baby, so she’s fine. You don’t need to watch this shit.”

My dad reached for the remote, but Mom slapped his hand away, making him huff in annoyance.

I sat on the arm of the couch and listened to the anchor announce a special report. Apparently, there had been a shooting—my gut rolled at that—at a local mall. The suspect was dead, but they had no idea why it had happened or how many other people were hurt.#p#分页标题#e#

Dad finally snatched the remote out of Mom’s hand and shut off the TV. Before she could bitch him out, he was cupping her face in his hands and murmuring something to her that I didn’t catch. That was my cue to leave.

I went back into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge as I shrugged off the flannel I was wearing. It was too hot in the house to be wearing that shit inside.

“Hi, brother,” Rose greeted as she shuffled sideways into the kitchen, shaking her hands out to the side.

“What’re you doin’?”

“Making an entrance,” she announced, twirling around.

“You’re a nut.”

“I saw your girlfriend today,” she sang, pushing by me to get a juice box out of the fridge.

“What’re you talkin’ about?”

“Molly,” she answered with a sneaky smile. “Her baby’s really cute and she wears glasses. She looks like a little old professor.”

My entire body locked up.

“Where’d you see her?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“At the mall. Her and her friend Melanie were—where are you going?”

“I’ll help you out tomorrow, Dad!” I yelled as I grabbed my flannel off the countertop and walked quickly out of the house.

I felt like I was going to throw up.

It wasn’t happening again.

No fucking way.

I hopped on my bike and swallowed down the bile in the back of my throat as I made my way to Molly’s trailer park.

Her car was parked out front, but that didn’t mean shit. She could’ve ridden with Melanie to the mall.

I was off my bike and pounding on her front door within less than a minute, and when it opened and I saw that she was perfectly fine, I thought for a second that I was going to throw up anyway.

“Will? Are you okay?”

Her eyes went wide when I pushed into her house, but I didn’t care. I needed to get my hands on her.

I grabbed her hip as she shuffled backward, and used my other hand to close the door behind me. “Where’s the baby?”

“Afternoon nap—”

That’s all I needed to know.

I slammed my mouth down on hers in what had to be the worst first kiss in the world ever. My teeth knocked into hers and I tasted blood in my mouth—I’m not sure whose it was. But I didn’t care. I didn’t fucking care if she beat me to shit, I needed to feel her.

The adrenaline that had beat at me on the ride over needed a fucking outlet. My hands were shaking as I cupped the back of her head, and hers were soothing as she reached up to smooth one across my cheek.

“What’s wrong?” she asked against my mouth.

She asked what was wrong—but she hadn’t told me no.

Green light.

I pressed her against the wall and reached down to grip the backs of her thighs, lifting her so I could fit between them.

She moaned and I groaned as the kiss finally found a rhythm. A fucking wet and messy rhythm.

Jesus. She tasted like apple. I ground my hips against hers and she whimpered into my mouth, one of her hands going into my hair. Pinning her against the wall with my hips, I let go of her legs so I could run my hands over her shoulders, down her arms and up her sides as I reassured myself that she was okay.

She was okay.

She was okay.

“Fuck,” I ground out as I ripped my mouth from hers. “Fuck!”

“Will?” Her legs tightened around my waist as her hand slid out of my hair.

“Motherfucking hell.”#p#分页标题#e#

“What is wrong?” Molly demanded, her hands going to the sides of my face to force me to look at her. “What happened?”

“You see the news?” I asked, meeting her eyes.

“No. I’ve been giving Reb a bath and then putting her down for a nap. Why?”

“Turn on the news,” I said flatly, stepping back so that her legs slid down my thighs and she was standing on her own two feet again.