Craving Molly(5)

“But—”

“I’ll text Rock and make sure he’s on his best behavior.”

“But—”

“You can text Mel, too.”

“But she was my freaking ride!” I moaned.

I dropped back down into my seat as Will’s smile grew wide. “I’ll give you a ride home on my bike.”

Oh, shitballs.

“I could grab a cab,” I argued, still scowling.

“You don’t want to ride with me?” Will’s voice dropped, and for a second I thought he’d asked if I wanted to ride him.

“Uh, no, that’s fine,” I stuttered once I realized he wasn’t trying to have sex with me. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” His arm went back around me, and for a moment, I almost wanted to lean in against his chest the way Trix was with Cam. They seemed so comfortable with each other.

I’d had that with Mason, the ease and comfort that came with being with a person for a long time. But Mason hadn’t been into public displays of affection. I knew he was faithful, and his eyes never strayed, but I’d wondered sometimes if I’d embarrassed him. He was a football star, bound for great things, and I wasn’t exactly the type of girl people had expected to see on his arm. We hadn’t matched—not at all.

“We’re gonna head out, too,” Cam announced, kissing Trix’s forehead. “Boys’ll be home early in the mornin’.”

“Alright,” Will said with a nod, “Helpin’ Dad out at the house this weekend—I’ll see ya Monday, though.”

“I think Gramps asked Leo to help with that retaining wall at the back of the house this weekend, too,” Trix said as Cam helped her pull a leather jacket over her arms. “Are you helping with that?”

“Nah,” Will shook his head. “Poet said he’d pay Tommy to help on Sunday, so I’m going to kick back and watch football.”

“He’s paying him?” Trix asked incredulously.

“That’s what I said,” Will chuckled. “If he is, I’m not helpin’ for free.”

“Yeah, right. You’ll be there,” Cam said, slapping Will on the shoulder. He turned to me. “Nice to meet you, Molly—”

“Duncan,” I filled in. “You, too.”

Trix smiled, but Cam’s eyes narrowed. “Duncan?”

“Yeah.” I grit my teeth. “And yes, my dad’s the Club’s attorney.”

“And that’s why she keeps her mouth shut,” Cam muttered to himself with a small smile, his eyes still on me.

“You done?” Will asked.

Cam nodded and steered Trix away from the table.

“Is it really a big deal that my dad’s—”#p#分页标题#e#

“Let’s get outta here,” Will said, cutting me off as he climbed to his feet.

“Maybe I want to stay.”

“Do you?”

“Not really,” I conceded, shrugging my shoulders.

“Then let’s go.”

He pulled me to my feet and grasped my hand firmly, pulling me through the crowded bar and out the front door. The air was cool outside and I wanted to bitch at Mel again for making me leave the house without a coat on. I was going to get hypothermia if I tried to ride on a motorcycle.

“Here, sugar,” Will said, unbuckling a bag that hung on the side of his motorcycle. He pulled out a sweatshirt and raised it to his face to sniff it.

“It’s not clean, but it doesn’t stink,” he said seriously, holding it out so I’d slip my arms into it.

I inhaled deeply as he pulled the huge sweatshirt over my head. It definitely didn’t stink. It smelled like Will and a little bit like the inside of a garage. My heart pounded.

“You look cute as shit,” Will said with a chuckle as he rolled the sweatshirt sleeves up.

“I am cute as shit,” I said back, nodding my head.

I loved alcohol. Why didn’t I drink more often? I should be going out once a week. It was fun.

“You realize that these helmets do very little to protect your dome, right?” I asked as he set a skull cap helmet on my head. “I mean, if you wreck this murdercycle, a helmet like this isn’t going to help you.”

“Murdercycle?” he asked, smiling as he buckled the helmet.

Wow, being out in the fresh air had made the little buzz I’d had going multiply by a thousand.

“It’s a death trap,” I told him seriously as he climbed on and helped me up behind him.

He turned his torso and looked down at me with a huge grin. “Might be a death trap, but it’s fun as fuck.”

Then he fired up the bike and pulled my arms tight around his waist.