Craving Molly (The Aces' Sons 2)

“The night before you left, you wouldn’t even let me sleep! We had sex over and over again. I thought everything was great. I . . . I thought, this is it. This is forever. And then . . . then I realized, it wasn’t forever, it was a fucking goodbye.”

A sob ripped through me and I dropped my face into my hand. God, it had been so horrible after he’d left. I’d spent weeks wondering what I’d done wrong. I’d woken up in the middle of the night, wondering what the hell had happened. It had been months before I felt like myself again.

“Don’t,” he rasped. “Don’t cry.”

Will’s chest pressed against my front, and then his hands were there. One wrapped around my back, and the other held my head against his chest.

“I won’t ever make you cry again,” he promised against the top of my head. “I swear to God, Moll. I’ll piss you off, but I won’t ever make you cry.”

He lifted me up and carried me to the bed, keeping me in his lap as he sat down.

“I don’t know,” I finally said, lifting my head.

“I’ll prove it.”

“How?”

“By stickin’ around,” he said, his lips tipping up just a little.

He leaned toward me, and I didn’t move as his lips hit mine. They were soft at first as he carefully brushed them over mine, but within seconds, I was opening my mouth and letting him press his tongue inside. I’d let him kiss me since I’d come to the club, but that time it felt different. Like a prelude. A promise.

“Thank you,” he groaned, his fingers tangling into my hair.

“You’re welcome?” I said automatically, making him laugh into my mouth.

“I love you, Molly,” he said, pulling his face away from mine to gauge my reaction.

“I love you, too,” I replied without hesitation. That was something that had never been in question. It was the trusting part that still needed work.

His mouth hit mine more frantically then. Pressing harder and kissing me deeper, but he was still really careful. He stood me up and dropped his head to my collarbone for a long moment, kissing me there before reaching for my sling and tenderly pulling it off.

“You feelin’ okay?” he asked as I helped him push his cut down his shoulders.

“Yeah,” I breathed as he tore his shirt over his head. “You got more ink.”

“Just a couple,” he said as he reached for my shirt. “Had some time on my hands.”

“You got bigger, too.”

“More time for workin’ out.”

“You missed me?” I asked, hating the vulnerability it exposed.

“I was wonderin’ what you were doin’ every hour I was awake,” he replied, pushing my shirt over my good arm and off my head, then slowly pulling it over my cast. “Goddamn, I really missed you,” he said reverently.

“You got harder, I got softer,” I mumbled, looking down at my curves.

“Perfect,” he said with a grin as he dropped my shirt to the floor.

I giggled as he pressed his face between my boobs and sighed.

“Are you going to help me with my pants?” I asked after a couple minutes of him resting against my chest.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning back as his hands found the waistband of my yoga pants. “Just wanted a minute with my friends first.”

“Your friends?”

“Hadn’t seen ’em in a while.”

I shook my head as Will peeled my pants down my legs.

“Your arm gettin’ heavy?” he asked after he’d helped me step out of the fabric.

“Will, I get that you’re being sweet,” I replied, reaching out to run my fingers through his hair. “But I haven’t had sex in eighteen months.”

“No one since me?”

“Does my vibrator count?” I asked, jolting in surprise when he pulled me onto the bed.

“Scoot back,” he ordered, as he started unbuttoning his jeans. “Middle of the bed.”

It took me a second, since I couldn’t use one of my arms, but I was glad that he didn’t try to help me. Instead, he watched me hungrily, stripping off the rest of his clothes.

“Condom,” I reminded him as Will set one knee on the bed.

I saw him cringe, and for a split second I felt bad, but it was gone quickly. He’d had sex with someone else. It wasn’t something I could ignore. Even if he’d been careful with her—my stomach burned at the thought of it—he still needed to suit up.

“I’ll get tested,” he said after he’d rolled the condom on.

“Okay,” I breathed as he knelt on the bed, leaning forward to grip my hips. He jerked me toward him and bent at the waist, bracing himself on one arm until our faces were just inches apart.

“You want my mouth on you?” he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Yes,” I replied, then instantly changed my mind. “No.”

“Which is it?” he teased, his hand sliding up my side to grip my breast. His touch was soft, even though he was trembling with restless energy.