Page 47 of The Vegas Rerun
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here. This was a mistake,” she says. She’s starting to sound agitated, but I push on anyway. I’m the one who is getting used here and she needs to either fess up or give in and accept the fact that we belong together.
When I speak again, I try to keep my voice soft and neutral, but I think she can probably hear the frustration prickling at the edges of my patience.
“Do you really believe that?”
Molly doesn’t answer right away. And that, more than anything, tells me what I already know. If she truly thought it was a mistake, she wouldn’t be sitting here, still tangled in my sheets, still flushed from my touch.
“Look at me,” I say, my voice quieter now. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me.”
Her jaw tightens, her hands fisting in the sheet. But she doesn’t say it. She can’t.
I reach out, tracing the line of her arm, my fingers brushing over the goosebumps rising on her skin. She swallows hard, closing her eyes for a long moment before she finally turns to face me. And there it is. That flicker of something more, something deeper. She wants me. She wants this. But something is holding her back.
“I can’t,” she whispers, but there’s no conviction behind the words.
I lean in, my lips grazing the curve of her shoulder, my voice low against her skin.
“You keep saying that, and yet here you are.”
“Yes, here I am,” she agrees. And she gives me a grin. It’s small, almost teasing me with its just there presence, but it’s there all the same.
“Well,” she murmurs, tilting her head just slightly, enough that I can see the spark in her eyes, the mischief, the challenge. “Seeing as I’m already in your bed, it wouldn’t be a new mistake, just an extension of this one.”
My breath catches, anticipation thrumming through me like an electric current. But am I really going to do this after she’sliterally just said I’m a mistake? She might not really mean it but the fact she still keeps saying it does sting a bit.
“We might as well make the most of tonight,” she adds, and she puts her head down and she peers up at me through her lashes.
My restraint snaps. Fuck it. She can say I’m a mistake all she likes as long as she’s in my bed.
I grab her, pulling her against me, and her laughter is warm against my lips before it dissolves into something deeper, something desperate and filled with longing. Her hands are in my hair, her nails are biting into my skin, and whatever resistance was left between us vanishes like smoke in the dark.
Tomorrow, she’ll probably pull away again. Tomorrow, she’ll tell me it was another mistake, that it can’t happen again.
But right now? Right now, she’s mine, and I intend to make the most of the time we have left together. And if that means I get hurt in the morning, well it’s not much different to letting her walk away now except I will have a few extra hours with her first.
CHAPTER 32
MOLLY
After watchingJoshua interact with Oscar today and seeing how much he loved him and how proud he was to be his godfather, I was starting to lean into the idea of telling him about Autumn, so when he asked me to come back to his place – or should I say when he told me I was coming back to his place – I was happy to spend the night with him.
And then it all fell apart. His seed was still sticky on my thighs when he asked if I wanted some water to take my birth control pill with. For him to remember about it and to bring it up in the moments so soon after sex? That is one guy who definitely doesn’t want a child in his life.
Of course, when I once more had to tell Joshua this was a mistake and it couldn’t happen again, he sounded kind of annoyed and I don’t really blame him. I’m well aware that I’m blowing hot and cold, and I really don’t mean to. I think what’s making it worse is my reason being because we work together is pretty lame at this point, but I can’t tell him the real reason, obviously.
I hope by agreeing to one more session with him, he doesn’t think I’m agreeing to anything more. I should have left really, but he was there beside me being all hot and shit, and I thought to myself, if this really is the last time I let this happen, I want to make it count.
I half expected Joshua to tell me to go to hell, but he didn’t. Instead, he pulled me to him and kissed me and any thought of putting a stop to this went out of the window.
My hands are all over Joshua and his are all over me. We caress each other, grope each other, stroke and grab at each other. It’s like we’re trying to get closer than close, to truly become one.
We kiss like our lives depend on it, our tongues swirling together, our hands grasping. We roll from side to side, one minute I’m on top of Joshua and the next minute, he’s on top of me. I’m on top of him at the minute, kissing him and teasing him by rubbing my erect nipples over his chest. He bucks his hips, sending me sideways and he comes with me and then he’s on top of me.
He pulls back from our kiss, nibbling his way down my neck and he brings a hand down my body. He pushes two fingers into my lips and rubs them over my clit. I gasp as the electrical pulse goes through me. He pushes his fingers backwards through my slit until they find my pussy and then he pushes them inside of me. He rubs them over my front wall, igniting a fire inside of me as he finds my G spot.
He works it with his fingers, caressing it and pressing down on it. It makes me feel strange at first, like I want to push his fingers out, but not because it’s unpleasant. And then that strange sensation passes, and it just feels good. Like so good.
He works me into a frenzy, getting me right to the edge of orgasm and then dropping back, keeping me hovering on the brink of something amazing. He does this until I’m whimpering,begging him to make me come, and then he takes pity on me, and his thumb finds my clit.
