Page 31 of Jagger
“Overwhelmed, huh? In a bad way, or in an oh-my-God-you’re-amazing kind of way?” I asked teasingly, hoping to lighten the mood. She chuckled and brought her hand up to rest on the center of my chest.
“You’re definitely amazing, Cole,” she admitted quietly, and I could almost hear the damned “but” coming. “I’m just freaking out a little at how fast this is going, for me anyway.” And there it was, the goddamned“but”.
It was my turn to clear my throat, trying to ease the sudden tightness. “I know it’s fast, Molly, but it feels so fucking right. I don’t just mean the sex, although that was off-the-charts incredible. I mean this, just holding you and talking. It feels right. I’ve never had that before, never wanted it really, but it feels right.”
My body tensed as I waited for her response, which took a few seconds longer than I would have liked.
“It does feel right. I think that’s what’s so overwhelming about it,” she whispered, absently stroking her fingertip up and down my sternum. I placed my hand over hers, stilling her movements and holding her hand over my heart. As a random thought filtered through my brain, I decided to try to lighten the mood a little.
“You know, I’ve never heard you cuss before, but you’ve been using a lot of naughty words tonight. You’re gonna lose your halo for sure, Angel,” I teased. She laughed and tilted her head back to look at me.
“I used to cuss like a drunken sailor in college but had to clean up my act when I started teaching, so I don’t do it very often anymore. It really only happens now if I’m upset, or angry…or horny,” she finished with a giggle. I tried to ignore the twist of my gut at that last part. Thinking about how she knew she cussed when she was turned on led to the reminder of how good she was at giving head, and that fucking train of thought was gonna run off the tracks really quick. I knew I was being a damned hypocrite. No matter how many men Molly had been with in the past, I was sure I had been with a lot more women. Didn’t seem to matter though. I hated – absolutely fucking hated – the idea that she had ever been touched by another man.
“Well, hell, I can’t wait to make you cuss a blue streak again then.”
My phone chimed from wherever the hell my pants were, and I groaned, recognizing the notification as being Trick’s. I had different ringtones set for him, my dad, Lucky, Hawk, Rome, and Abby. I’d assigned a ringtone for Molly Sunday night, after I got back from our club ride, that sort of sounded like heavenly chimes or some shit. I figured it was fitting, since she was my Angel and all. Rome’s tone was the sound of a whip cracking, which was funny as hell since he’d been pussy whipped by Abby since the day he’d met her our junior year of high school. He was whipped and proud of it, so he didn’t give a fuck when we busted his balls over it. He just grinned and told us he was the luckiest man alive. I kind of knew how he felt now. I was feeling pretty pussy-whipped myself but couldn’t find it in me to give a flying fuck.
“Shit, hang on a minute, that’s Trick. Let me see what the hell he needs,” I grumbled as I eased Molly out of my arms and slid out of bed. I bent over to pick up my jeans from the floor, and a low wolf-whistle pierced the air. I straightened and whirled around in surprise, only to find Molly grinning at me unrepentantly.
“Sorry, honey, but I couldn’t resist. You know, your butt was one of the first things I noticed about you at the diner?”
I grinned, liking the thought of her staring at my ass. “Is that right?” I asked, pulling my cell phone from the back pocket, and tossing the jeans over to land on the chair in the corner. I lifted the covers and slid back into bed, leaning over to peck the end of Molly’s upturned nose as she nodded.
“Yep, I’m pretty sure I drooled watching you swagger out of there,” she admitted.
“Well, I’m happy as hell to hear that you like watching my ass, Angel, but I have to tell you, there is no contest when it comes to the best ass in the room. Yours wins, hands-down, every time, no matter who the fuck is there.”
I watched the blush creeping across her face as she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You don’t believe me? If you had a clue how much I wanted to bend you over that pool table downstairs, you wouldn’t have a doubt in your mind how much I love your ass. I’m not about to let those other assholes see you like that though, so we’ll have to hope I get you alone in the clubroom someday.” She just rolled her eyes again and smiled, and my phone buzzed in my hand, reminding me that I hadn’t checked Trick’s text yet.
Trick: We just ordered pizza, if you can tear yourself away from your woman long enough to eat.
“Looks like they ordered pizza, Angel. Do you wanna join them, or would you rather go out for Italian like we planned?”
She pushed her hair out of her face and grimaced. “I’m not sure I’m fit to be seen in a nice restaurant right now. Let’s just do the pizza.”
I nodded and texted back that we would be down in a few minutes, and it was my turn to roll my eyes when Trick responded immediately.
Trick: Good, you might need it to keep your strength up. Wouldn’t want you to lose energy in the middle of fucking and leave her hanging, ya know. Of course, I’d be more than happy to tag in…
Me: The hell you will, motherfucker! I’ll rip your mangy balls off if you come anywhere near her.
Knowing he was joking, mostly, was the only thing that would keep me from kicking his ass downstairs. We’d been best friends for years – along with Lucky and Rome – and I trusted him with my life. I was pretty sure I trusted him with my girl, too, but I wasn’t about to put it to the test. He was the biggest pussy-hound in the club, and that was saying something considering the way most of us indulged.
We quickly dressed, and Molly borrowed my brush to try to fix her hair. After brushing out the tangles, she reached for the hair tie again, but I stopped her.
“No need to bother putting it up unless it will be in your way. It looks gorgeous like that.”
She hesitated, finding my gaze in the bathroom mirror. “You don’t think it’s a little obvious what we’ve been doing if I go downstairs with my hair down?”
I snorted a laugh and shook my head. “Trust me, Angel. They know damned good and well what we’ve been doing up here, no matter what you do with your hair. Between this,” I touched the love bite on the side of her neck, “this,” I ran my finger across the slight beard burn on her face, “and the fact that I hauled your ass up here in the middle of a game of pool, even the dumbest fucker down there knows what we were doing. Besides, I’m pretty sure the headboard slammed into the wall so hard it damaged the drywall, so they probably heard us.”
Her face paled and her eyes widened as she gaped at me. “Please tell me you’re kidding. You think they heard us?” she wailed, her voice almost screeching in her distress.
I felt like shit for teasing her, even though it was all true. “Hey, hey, calm down,” I soothed, pulling her into my arms. I rubbed my hands up and down her back, trying to ease her mind. “It’s OK, Molly. Even if they did, they won’t think anything about it, other than that I’m the luckiest bastard in the club. No one will judge what we just did.”
She pulled back enough to look up at me, trying to gauge my sincerity, I suspected.
“Really?”
