Craving Molly(6)

I knew then that things were not going to end well. I liked his death trap a little too much.





Chapter 2




Will


Molly Duncan.

I shook my head as she led me toward her little single-wide in the middle of a trailer park that looked like it was for old people. I was sure that my bike had woken a few of them up, but thankfully, no one had come outside to investigate. Especially since the moment I’d shut my bike off, the crazy girl had started shushing me, like my voice was going to wake the neighbors.

“Home sweet home,” Molly announced as she pushed her way inside.

The place was clean. A bit shabby—but not run down. Her trailer was probably only about ten years old, and she had it all painted and decorated and shit. And there were toys all over the place.

“Do you want a drink?” Molly asked, fidgeting as I closed the door behind me. “I have soda and water. Or I have milk—but it’s whole milk.” She scrunched up her nose in disgust, and I wanted to laugh so fucking bad, but I could tell she was nervous and I didn’t want to embarrass her.

But seriously? Did she just ask me if I wanted milk?

“I’m good,” I said moving toward her. “I like your place.”

“It’s not much, but it’s what we can afford. I didn’t want to be in debt, so I made sure that we made a life within our means—shit.” She dropped her chin to her chest and squeezed her eyes shut. “I should’ve just said ‘thank you,’ huh?”

“That woulda worked, yeah.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Okay, thank you.”

I watched her as her gaze shot around the room and her hands fidgeted, her fingers coming up to her lips before dropping back down again. After she’d done it a couple times, she finally looked up and met my eyes.

“I make you nervous?” I asked. I knew I did, but I also wanted to hear her say it.

She was like a bunny—

Jesus.

What the hell was wrong with me? A bunny?

Straight out? Molly was the type of woman that every guy wanted to settle down with, and no guy touched otherwise. It wasn’t necessarily because she was innocent—she wasn’t. She’d had a kid already. But you knew just by looking at her that if you hooked up with her, your days of random pussy were over.

She was sexy as hell—round ass, slender waist, nice big tits—but it was clear that she didn’t get around.

She wasn’t out fucking randoms.

She wasn’t a barfly.

The woman was a single parent and had a good job.

She was old lady material.

Wife material.

Fuck.

I should have never walked up to her at the bar.

“It’s just weird, you know?” Molly said, throwing her arms out to her sides. “I’ve known you forever, so I feel like I know you. But I don’t, really. We were friends in grade school—everyone’s friends in grade school! But you could be a total douche now.”

“Are you asking if I’m a douche?”

“No!” she blurted, eyes wide. “I’m just saying I feel like I know you, but I really don’t.”

“I’m the same guy you grew up with,” I murmured, taking another step closer. Fuck, she was cute. I wanted to bite her, make her whimper for me to stop and then beg me to start again.

“Do you want to watch a movie? Let’s watch a movie!” she suggested out of nowhere, spinning around and racing toward the nice-as-shit entertainment set up she had going.

“Nice TV,” I said in surprise. How the hell had I missed the massive flat screen mounted on her living room wall?

“Thanks,” she chirped, grabbing a couple remotes and flopping down onto the couch. “I’m an only child, so my dad goes a little overboard on birthday gifts.”

“That right?” I asked, moving toward the couch.

“I know, I know. So why do I live in a trailer, right?” she asked with a small smile. “He’d totally support us—no question. But I want to do it on my own. I have a good job, so there’s no reason for him to be paying my bills.”

Complete Old Lady material.

I was so fucked.

“You like being a nurse?” I asked as I sat down beside her. I wanted to wrap my arm around her, but I was pretty sure she’d bolt off the couch with some excuse to leave the room.

“I love it,” she answered. “I like helping people, and the human body is freaking fascinating and gross.” She laughed. “Really gross. But that’s what’s cool about it.”

“Did you—”

“How’s your mom?” she asked at the same time.

“My mom?” There went the half-chub I’d been sporting since I’d seen her in the bar earlier.