Page 47 of Jagger
“Is that your way of telling me you’re gonna hog the damned bed?” I asked teasingly.
“I’ll do my best to leave you some room,” she promised, smiling widely at me.
“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have a preference. I’ll sleep closest to the door. It’s something Rome and I were taught as boys. Men walk on the outside of the sidewalk closest to the street, sit with their backs to a wall so they can see the room, and sleep closest to the door.”
“My dad and brother do the sidewalk thing, too,” she said absently, as she untied her robe and slipped it off her shoulders, draping it over the cedar chest at the foot of her bed. She slipped on a T-shirt that was several sizes too large, hitting her mid-thigh. It was well-worn, the logo for a local gym on the front faded until it was barely legible. It was also pretty obvious that it had belonged to another man at one time.
“This is soft,” I said as I reached out to pinch the material between my fingers. I hesitated before gritting my teeth and taking a step back. I really wanted to ask who the fuck she’d gotten the shirt from, but I was trying not to be an asshole again.
Molly reached up to kiss my cheek before saying softly, “It’s an old T-shirt of Brad’s. I have quite a collection that I acquired during the time we were roommates. They are super comfy to sleep in.”
I dropped a kiss on her forehead and took her hand to tug her toward the bed, deciding there and then to leave some of my shirts laying around for her toacquire.I didn’t care if the man was her best friend, or that he was gay and completely uninterested in my girl. I still didn’t like the thought of her wearing another man’s fucking clothes. Yeah, I was a caveman. Sue me.
We slipped into bed, and Molly reached over to turn off the lamp as I settled back against the pillow on the side I’d claimed. I reached for her and pulled her into my arms. She rested her head on my chest and nestled one leg over the top of my thigh. I tried not to think about the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her shirt had ridden up a little, exposing the curve of her ass – a fact I naturally took advantage of. I palmed her cheek and hip, enjoying the feel of her soft skin.
“I’ve never done this before, Angel,” I confessed softly. It was dark as hell in her room, with very little moonlight making it in through her bedroom window shade.
“Done what?” she asked, softly trailing her fingers up and down my chest.
“Slept with a woman. I mean, actually slept, in the same bed. Never done it.”
“Well, I’m honored to be your first, honey,” she whispered.
We were quiet for another moment when a thought occurred to me. “Hey, happy two-week anniversary.” I wasn’t sure if that was a thing, but it seemed like it probably was, at least as far as chicks were concerned.
Molly giggled, and I decided I loved hearing that sound. She was fucking adorable when she did that. “You too, Cole.”
“What are your plans for tomorrow? Dinner with your folks, right?” I asked.
“Yeah, and I’m meeting Emma at noon for lunch, then we’re going shopping for some things for her house. What about you?”
“We have church at the clubhouse at ten o’clock, like always, then I have to help Rome with some shit at his house. Abby picked out paint for the nursery, so we have to get it painted and put the new crib together. It’s gonna suck so bad,” I told her with a laugh. “When we put the crib together for Ethan, it took us three tries before we had it right. It was a fuckin’ nightmare.”
“I’ll have to ask Abby to send me a video,” Molly teased before yawning widely.
“You’d better get some sleep.”
She nodded, placing a soft kiss on my chest before scooting over a little and getting comfortable on her own pillow. “Goodnight, honey.”
“G’night, Angel.”
I expected to have a tough time falling asleep, or to wake up every time Molly moved, but the next thing I knew, it was morning, and I woke up to the feel of my hard cock nestled into the curve of Molly’s ass, and my hand cupping her tit. If this was what I could expect every morning, I could get used to this really fucking quick. Ten minutes later, I was seriously contemplating waking her up for another round when my alarm went off. I watched as she groaned and reached out a hand to slap at her phone, finally lifting her head off the pillow long enough to realize it was my phone instead. She turned her head to glare at me as she tossed me the phone, and I had to laugh.
“I’m gonna hazard a guess that you aren’t a morning person?” I silenced the phone’s alarm, really wishing I didn’t have to leave her bed so soon.
“Nope, and if you are, I’m going to seriously rethink this entire thing,” she warned, flopping her head back down on her pillow in disgust.
“Come on, I know you have to get up early during the week for school,” I pointed out.
“Yes, because they pay me to. Nobody pays me to get up early on the weekends, so…” she didn’t even bother finishing her sentence, just nestled her head deeper into the pillow and closed her eyes again.
I chuckled as I leaned over to give her a kiss on the temple before I got up out of the bed. After a quick visit to the bathroom, I put on my clothes from last night, then sat on the end of the bed to put my boots on. “I’m going to head out so I can run home to shower and change before I head to the clubhouse. Come lock up behind me, Angel.”
She groaned and threw back the covers, and I got a beautiful view of her ass before she tugged the T-shirt back down into place. I couldn’t resist copping a feel as she trudged down the short hallway toward her front door. She squealed, then swatted my hand as she scooted out of reach. I laughed and grabbed her around the waist from behind, burying my face in her hair to kiss the side of her head. I didn’t want to subject her to morning breath and made a mental note to bring a toothbrush and some toiletries to keep here, along with a change of clothes. I was planning on a lot of nights spent together, and I figured at least some of them would be spent here at her place.
“Have fun today. I’ll call you later,” I told her, giving her one last hug at the door.
“Bye, honey. Good luck with the crib,” she teased, giving me a sassy smile as I stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind me. I listened for the sound of her deadbolt sliding into place before I headed down the stairs.
