Molly Novel – He said he loved me and I believed him, but then I found out he was still with his ex-girlfriend. He claimed that he just saw her as a normal friend, but I didn’t believe him. How could a normal friend have the key to his house? How could a normal friend call him honey? Apparently this lying prick took me for a fool. – “I can’t believe I trusted you.” I stared at him, my eyes burning. “It’s not like that, Mol. I swear, she’s just a friend.” He lowered his head and said. “A friend with a key to your house? You’ve got to be kidding me.” I said sarcastically. “Look, she used to live with me, that’s why she had a key. I need you to trust me.” “No, Ryan. I need actions. Unless you can prove that, we’re done.”
Molly He crashes his mouth onto mine, swallowing the gasp I let out from the impact. Our lips fuse together, and I melt into a puddle of need from the pressure. When his tongue traces along my bottom lip, I let out a tiny moan, and he uses it as an opportunity to deepen the smooch. His hand tightens around my throat, giving a tentative squeeze until I hum out my approval, and then he keeps it there, maintaining the pressure. He uses the hand wrapped around my neck to push me back, guiding me so that I’m laying flat against the couch. He comes down next to me and smooches me again, running his hand along my side. I move my hand down to his arm, feeling his muscles tense and release as I glide across them. “I’ve dreamt of tasting you since the moment I saw you, Molly,” he whispers against my lips. I rake my fingers through his hair, gripping the longer strands.
“And? What do I taste like?” I whisper back. “Mine,” he groans before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting it gently. He rocks his hips forward, and I suck in a breath when I feel how hard he is against my hip. He grinds into me again and starts slowly, sliding my dress further up my body. My panties are soaked, sticking to me, and now, on full display. He slowly trails smooches across my jaw, down my neck. His stubble scratches my skin, causing goosebumps to surface as he moves further down. His hand moves to my panty line, and he looks up at me, asking silent permission. He looks like a man starved. His pupils are blown, his lips are puffy and red, and he can’t seem to catch his breath. I know we shouldn’t be moving this quickly, but the ache between my legs is begging me to give in, so I nod, and he literally growls, low and deep.
The sound vibrates through his chest, into mine, as he pushes my underwear to the side. I gasp when I feel the air hit my centre. I want this so badly. I need it. I need to know what it feels like to be banged by a man like Ryan Anderson. I’m shaking from the anticipation, and just as he moves, just as he’s about to touch me, I hear the front door open. “Honey, I’m home.” RYAN My head jerks up at the sound of Jess’s voice. I thought she was coming by tomorrow night. God, what a time for her to rock up. I reluctantly stand up, adjust my shaft, and grab both of Molly’s hands to haul her off the couch with me. I pull her dress down so that she’s not flashing her black lacy panties and then walk towards Jess. She’s standing at the kitchen counter, putting her bag down, when she looks up and sees me coming. “Hey, handsome. Didn’t realise you had company.”
She grins and takes a few steps forward, jumping into my arms. I lift her off the ground a little and swing her back and forth. “No worries, babe. Missed you.” When I put her back down, she looks over my shoulder and smiles, walking around me so she can get to Molly, who is standing by the couch, tapping on her phone. Jess is the polar opposite of Molly. She’s tall, at around 5’8, and has deep red hair that comes just over her shoulders. She’s lean, has little to no curves, and she’s covered in tats. Most of them are my work. She’s like my very own walking, talking portfolio. “Hey girl, I’m Jess.” Molly’s head snaps up, and she’s as pale as a ghost. Her eyes meet mine, and she looks… angry, betrayed. What? She clears her throat and throws on a fake smile. I hate that smile. “I’m, uh, Molly, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he had a… didn’t know you were. I’ve… got to go.” What is going on here? “Oh, sure, no worries, I’ll keep him company, don’t you worry.”
Jess winks and heads back towards the kitchen, going straight for the fridge. Molly nods and basically sprints past me without even glancing my way. I turn on my heel and go after my girl. I drove her here, so she can’t have gotten far. She’s outside, about five steps from the front door when I catch up with her. Her phone’s out, and I can see that she’s tracking an Uber driver. I put my hand on her shoulder, and she jerks away. “Molly, what’s going on? Why’d you take off?” She looks at me, eyes burning. I’d say she’s pissed with a capital P. “Are you serious right now? Your girlfriend coming home mid-make-out session wasn’t awkward enough for you? You wanted me to, what, stay and have a coffee? Compare notes? What, Ryan?” She keeps her voice low, but her tone is aggressive. “Jess? Baby, Jess isn’t my girlfriend. Why would you even… Jesus, she’s just a friend. One of my best friends, Mol.” I run my hands through my hair and tug on the ends in frustration. Tonight was going so well. I should have told her about Jess. We’ve been friends for years.
She just moved down to Adelaide, and it didn’t even cross my mind to mention it. Ugh, how did we end up here? “So, you greet all your friends like that? She has a key to your house, Ryan,” she snaps, looking mortified. “Baby, I promise, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Jess and I have been friends for years, and nothing has ever happened. It won’t ever happen.” I pause, step forward and place my hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently. “She doesn’t have a key. I told her where my spare was because she said she was coming by tomorrow.” I lean in and rest my forehead against hers, hoping my words convince her, but her facial expression doesn’t change. She removes my hands from her shoulders and takes a step back. Dread builds in my gut. This isn’t good… “Yeah, okay. Well, my Uber is just about here.”
She shows me her phone screen quickly and then shoves it back in her purse. “Thanks for dinner, Ryan. It was great.” She turns her back on me, looking out at the street. “Mol, why are you brushing me off right now? Stop running from me. We’ve had a great night together, and one of my best friends just came to visit. Come back inside, have a drink with us. Once you get to know her, you’ll realise this is all silly, babe.” “Look, you’re a great guy. I like you, I do. But that is not my version of platonic friendship. You don’t owe me anything. We’ve been on three dates. It’s all good.” She salutes me, and because the universe is obviously set on playing me tonight, her Uber pulls up. She gets in, doesn’t look back at me once, and the car takes off.