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Instead, I say, “Okay, Duke. Let’s do it.”
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Duke
“No, I’m fine,” Molly says into her cell phone. We’re sitting in the parking lot in the gym. Molly drove back to her dorm to get some workout clothes, and then I drove her here. She’s on the phone with her friend Rachael. “I’m fine. Uh, no, nobody was following me. Yeah. Okay. Talk soon.”
Molly hangs up, glancing at me with her cheeks flushing that gorgeous shade of red. She’s tied her hair up, and she’s wearing a tank top that shows the outline of her bra. Her yoga pants are tight, too, showing me the shapeliness of her thick legs. My dick is rock-hard against my underwear already. I’m going to need to control myself.
“I didn’t want to explain about the security,” she murmurs. “She’d probably think it’s another red flag.”
“She sounds like a good friend,” I say. “It sounds like she looks out for you.”
“She does,” Molly replies, “but I don’t want her to look out for me about this. She’d tell me to stop. She’d tell me you already had your chance.”
There isn’t just achancefor us. It feels like a certainty. It feels like we were made for each other, but I don’t let any of this out, not yet, not until… until what? Until I can build a time machine and make it so Ryan and Molly were never in a relationship?
“Let’s go inside,” I say.
We head into the gym together. She walks ahead of me on the stairs, giving me the perfect view of her full ass shifting back and forth. My hands twitch, telling me to reach up, squeeze, massage, own. Leading her into the padded room, I gesture to the corner.
“Find some gloves that fit you.”
She looks at me over her shoulder vivaciously, her eyes alert. “I always thought about doing a self-defense class, but I felt too silly.”
“Silly, how?” I ask.
“Well…” She glances down at the floor.
I look at the floor and look at her. She’s staring at me as if to say,Isn’t it obvious?
“I’m clearly missing something,” I say.
“My size, Duke.”
“Yoursize?” I move quickly across the room, bring my hands to her hips, squeeze, and feel her fullness. My balls ache. My manhood gets even stiffer. “What thefuckdoes that mean?”
“What do youthinkit means?” she counters. “My weight, Duke. I’m not exactly thin, am I?”
“You’re perfect,” I growl, pulling her against me, letting her feel my dick against her stomach. “You’re curvy. You’re full-figured. You’re… you’re…”Mine, I almost say. “I wouldn’t change anything about you. Your thick, wide hips. Your big beautiful ass. Your full breasts. Never, ever fucking criticize your figure in front of me.”
I’m shaking like in the bar when the shit went down. Or maybe this is even worse. I can’t stand the idea of my woman believing this about herself.
I press my lips against hers, smoothing my hand around to her ass, massaging it over her yoga leggings. She makes her cute-as-hell moaning noises as I press against her with more pressure. Distantly, I think of Ryan, hoping he’s at home, working on his studies like he said he’d be.
“Go put some gloves on before I show you how sexy you are,” I groan, gently nudging her away.
She’s a virgin. I doubt she wants her first time to be in a matted room in a gym. She deserves so much more than that, but if I keep kissing her, that’s exactly what she’ll get. I will tear off her clothes, lie her back to look into her eyes, then claim her sweet, tight hole.
She walks over to the gloves, finds a pair, then pulls one on. After, she looks at me with a grin. “Uh, how the heck do you guys do this alone?”
I chuckle, joining her. “Don’t worry. You don’t need to do it by yourself.”
She’ll never need to handle anything by herself again. Yet, like so many things, I don’t let myself say it.
* * *
When the buzzer goes off, Molly stumbles to the edge of the room, slumping against the wall. “Oh… my… God,” she gasps, sitting with her legs sprawled in front of her. “That wassotiring.”
