I push up from my seat, barreling past Gray toward the back exit. My zipper is still undone. My panties are still soaked through, and any shred of dignity I had left has been abandoned in the inn lobby. Still, I keep my head down and rush outside with Gray hot on my heels to help.
CHAPTER NINE: GRAY
“Molly, just shut the doors and come back inside. It’s turned into Siberia out here!”
She might not hear me, but more likely, she’s ignoring me. Molly is racing ahead of me, already in the barn and messing around with God knows what. The storm is bad, but it’s not going to decimate the two measly trees we moved in there.
This is merely an excuse. An excuse to run away from me, from the confrontation I created by sticking my nose where I shouldn’t have.
Snow nearly blinds me as it pounds across my eyes and catches in my lashes, but I hold up one bare arm to shield my face as I follow Molly into the barn. It’s not much warmer, but at least the storm can’t kill us in here. I slam the doors shut behind me and whip around, an apology already forming on my lips. I’ve got to make this right. I should never have pressed her to come clean about a crush I’d already suspected since high school, one that is hardly relevant to her now…
I stop short.
She’s got her back to the far wall of the barn. One hand is pressed to the wood behind her, and the other has snaked down the front of her still unzipped pants. Her chin is raised, eyes miserable as they meet mine. The muscles of her arm tense and give, tense and give, exposing her feral need to satisfy herself.
And then I’m striding toward her. I can’t stop myself.
I’ve got an arm on either side of her head, my chest pushing up against her heaving one to pin her to the barn wall.
“You still feel that way?”
She’s panting. She shakes her head, her bottom lip trembling as she continues to stroke herself between us.
“Shoot, Gray. You’re Hunter’s best friend, you’re older than me, you’re—”
“Those are high school excuses. Do you still. Feel that way. For me?”
She takes a deep breath. And then her hand is coming out of her panties and she’s retrieving my left hand from the wall beside her head. She lowers my fingers and brings them down into the warmth between her legs again. And slowly—slowly—she pushes both of our fingers up inside of her.
“I was able to go so long without thinking about my need for you,” she gasps, eyes closed as I stroke her. Eventually I drag her finger out, nudging her aside so I can plant two of my own between those slick, swollen folds. “I’ve gone so long without thinking I needanybody…”
Her words drop away as I hook in a third, the resulting strokes making an obscene wet sound that can be heard even over the storm. She’s gyrating into my touch, helping me to fuck her the way she needs.
“This isn’t a classroom after homecoming,” I murmur into her ear. “And I’m going to go out on a limb and guess you’re not a virgin anymore.”
She laughs at that, the sound changing into a choke as I stroke her ever deeper.
“But let’s fucking pretend,” I whisper. My teeth catch the soft of her ear and I nibble. Christ—this girl is like candy. My tongue drops to her collar bone and I lick all the way up the side of her delicate, creamy neck until I feel her cunt positively spasming into my hand.
I pull out my fingers and scoop her up under her ass. Molly’s arms catch behind my neck, and her eyes hold mine as I walk her to a bale of hay. My cock aches in my jeans at the sight of her face like this, and my balls are so drawn up and tight they’re downright painful. I feel so much more than a need to sleep with her once and get it out of my system—I need to claim her, to join with her, to give her that sacred, intimate part of myself that can’t be taken back.
Her plush pink lips part as I lay her back on the bale of hay. Her arms are still draped over my shoulders, and one leaves its grasp to run dainty fingertips across my cheekbone. I fucking shiver at Molly’s touch, my core cementing and heating.
Of all the dirty things we’ve done in the past half hour, this is the moment that catches her. This innocent asking without words, this shared vulnerability as we cross a line we’ve never acknowledged out loud. This is the moment that has us both holding our breath, leaning into an entire lifetime of second guessing our feelings and telling ourselves we can move on with other people.
When she pulls my head to hers and presses those pink lips to mine, it all comes undone.
My tongue sweeps into her mouth. I’m sure I’m being too aggressive, too forward, but I’m helpless to stop myself. Something has been undammed, and there’s no going back now. I suck the tip of her needy little tongue and nip at the end. When I sweep through her mouth again, I fall into a rhythm of easy strokes and sucks, a weak imitation of everything I want to do between her legs.
With perfect timing, Molly’s fingers leave my face to travel between my legs. Her tiny fist curls around the swell of my cock, and I groan against her mouth. I sound like a fucking animal lowing, something far too brutal and unrefined for this delicate girl. But her fist tightens anyway, slowly stroking every inch of me through my sweatpants until I’m leaking so much her fingers come away damp and sticky.
“Gray,” she breathes. “Gray, please. Don’t hold back. I want everything.”
I’m struggling to get out words. My mouth opens and shuts as she continues to work my shaft over my pants, teasing me with a touch that’s somehow so close but still so far away. The only word that manages to form on my lips is her name. I say it over and over again until it starts to sound like the moans we heard coming from the upstairs guests.
“Molly, Molly, Molly… Christ, Molly,yes…”
And then her hand slips past my waist band. Those fingers curl around the velvet skin of my cock, and her thumb runs across my weeping slit.