I pushed off the sink to storm past him, but before I could move, he’d spun me around and pinned my hips to the sink.
“Calm down,” he growled, trying to catch the elbows that I was swinging back at him.
“You calm down,” I screeched.
“Molly,” he said again, his voice growing deeper. “Knock it the fuck off.”
I threw my head backward in an effort to hit him.
“I brought the goddamn condoms for you, you crazy bitch,” he hissed as he dodged me.
I froze, giddy that he’d come looking for me and pissed as hell that he’d called me a bitch.
“You did not,” I argued quietly, meeting his eyes in the mirror for the first time.
“Mel told Rock she was bringin’ you tonight. Why you think I’m here?”
“You were here before.”
“That’s ’cause Trix likes it here, and she barely gets outta the house, so we let her pick.”
I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t quite believe what he was saying, even though I really wanted to.
“I came for you,” he said seriously, still holding my gaze in the mirror. He reached down and cupped between my thighs, jerking his hand up. “I came for this.”
His words were both appalling and a bit of a turn on.
“Molly?” Mel yelled through the door. “You okay?”
“Tell her you’re fine,” Will said quietly.
“I can hear you, asshole!” Mel yelled. “Open the fucking door!”
I pressed back against Will, and he let me push away from the sink so I could let my best friend in.
“I came to find you and heard you yelling,” Mel said flatly, glaring over my shoulder at Will.
“Told you she was fine, babe,” Rocky said, reaching out to grab Mel’s arm. “Leave ’em to it.”
“Fuck off, Rocky,” Mel replied, dodging him so she could grab my hand. “We’re leaving.”
“Bitch, you—”
“Call me bitch again,” Mel hissed, turning toward him. “See what happens.”
Will took advantage of the distraction, wrapping an arm around my waist from behind. “Don’t leave,” he whispered into my ear, fisting my t-shirt in his hand.
I shook my head. I knew if I stayed, I’d end up in bed with him, and the next day I’d feel like shit when he took off again. I didn’t want to be the booty-call. I didn’t want to become a party girl, going out to bars just on the chance he’d show up and give me attention. That wasn’t me. That wasn’t my life.
“Come with me to my parents’ house for dinner tomorrow,” Will said quietly while Mel and Rocky continued to argue. “I’ll pick you and Rebel up.”
I opened my mouth to decline, but I didn’t.
Because I really wanted to go with him. I wanted him to introduce me to his family. I wanted some type of normal relationship, and he was giving me a glimpse of that.
“What time?” I asked, relaxing a little against his chest.
“Five.” I felt his lips against the side of my head.
“Let’s go,” Mel ordered, jerking my hand.
I didn’t look behind me as she tugged me across the bar, but I felt Will’s eyes on me until we walked out the door.
Chapter 6
Will
I was nervous. Shit, I hadn’t been so nervous over a chick since Britney Miller taught me how to get a girl off during my sophomore year of high school.
Yeah, I started having sex at fourteen, but hadn’t known what I was doing until two years later. Needless to say, those first two years I’d been lucky to get laid, but after that? They’d started begging for it.
I was in my mom’s SUV on my way to Molly’s to pick her and her kid up, and I was sweating so bad¸ I was pretty sure there were wet spots on the pits of my shirt. My parents would like Molly—I knew they would. And they were pretty fucking cool. It’s not like they’d grill her or some shit like that.
But I was taking her home with me. To meet my family. And I’d only fucked her that one time.
I was making a commitment to a girl I’d only fucked once, one who had no fucking clue how to protect herself and didn’t even realize she needed to.
I alternately wished she’d wise up and realize I’d lied to her the night before when I’d said I was out of town and hoped she’d never find out. I hadn’t gone anywhere but the garage and my apartment, drinking myself to sleep so I wouldn’t go over to her place again. Seeing her—bringing her into my life—was a fucking idiotic decision, but when Rock had mentioned meeting Mel at the bar, I’d given up on trying to stay away.
I wiped my hand over my face as I turned into Molly’s trailer park.
When I pulled up in front of her place, I flexed my hands on the steering wheel before parking. My entire body was strung tight as a fucking wire.