“Breakfast. Please. And then I have some paperwork to do.”
The social worker at the nursing home had printed out some forms for me. She was pretty much a lifesaver. But it was only the first step in getting Tommy on Medicaid. That’s what he needed if he was going to stay in the nursing home. Otherwise, it would be another state-run facility, and I didn’t want that for him.
Callaway just nodded and helped me onto his bike. Then he climbed on in front, pulled me against his back, and took off.
As always, I couldn’t quite believe I was on the back of a motorcycle. I leaned my cheek against the smooth leather of his jacket, closed my eyes, and let go.
I let go of expectations. I let go of my fears. I let go of all the things that were holding me back.
I just was.
Chapter Eleven
Callaway
I opened the door, doing my best not to stare at Molly’s ass as she walked in. I lost the dare but managed to lift my eyes before she turned around to look up me. The innocent look on her beautiful face nearly brought me to my knees.
I want to defile you. I want to do unspeakably filthy things to you. I want to love you.
I stopped short, shaking my head. Love? Where the hell had that come from? I didn’t even believe in love. I was a pragmatist. Yeah, I felt protective of Molly. Yeah, she was special and had turned off my ‘bang everything that moves’ switch. It was instant. I wanted her and her alone.
But love?
The truth was, I already knew that I wanted a future with her, not just sex. But at the moment, it was really hard not to focus on the sex, especially since I wasn’t getting any.
Zero sex. Me. It was hard to wrap my head around.
This was a first for me. My dick hadn’t been this dry since before puberty. I had been completely celibate since we met. And I was going to stay celibate until she was ready. I fucking hoped it was soon, though, because I felt like my balls were so heavy they were made of rocks. I felt them pulse and turn over just from looking at her.
Focus, Callaway. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Sex is just the beginning.
“Where should we sit?”
She was so sweet I almost kissed her. I slid an arm behind her lower back and guided her to a booth. I took the seat facing the door. That way, I’d see a threat before she was in danger. Not that Mae’s was dangerous. It was a known SOS hangout. And Mae was officially family to the club. No one would mess around here, but it didn’t matter.
My protective instincts were in full effect. I was on high alert.
That was a new thing. I was constantly scanning for bad guys when I was with her. The only other time that had happened was when I was babysitting Eliza the few times I’d been allowed.
And usually, with someone else present. It had taken Becky a while to know I took the responsibility seriously. I didn’t blame her. I was a party animal. But I never partied around the kids. That just wasn’t right.
But babies. I loved babies. They were so damn cute!
I grinned, imagining Molly’s belly all round with my baby tucked safely inside. She would make an amazing mother. And she was so beautiful, I knew our baby would be too.
There you go again, getting ahead of yourself. The girl hasn’t even touched your dick, jackass.
But the image had taken hold. I wanted a baby with her. As soon as possible. And she had at least tried to touch my dick. That simple touch through the frayed denim had made my cock leak precum.
Yeah, that touch through my jeans. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have skin on skin with her. I’d probably nut in two seconds like a fucking teenage boy or some shit.
My cock got hard at the thought of it. Her tentative touch. The look of concentration on her flushed face. The way her lips parted softly, begging me to kiss them.
I adjusted myself and tried to think about nuns. And puppies. And kittens. Nuns holding puppies and kittens.
But kittens made me remember how soft and sweet Molly’s bare little pussy had been. Just like that, I was close to losing it. I wonder what the clientele of Mae’s would do if I tossed Molly on one of the tables and had my way with her?
Yeah, it was a good thing I was already sitting down. My cock was too big and way too fucking hard to hide. I handed Molly a menu and tried to focus on the food. My eyes kept straying to the exposed skin of her throat, and a bit lower, where the top two buttons of her shirt were undone. It wasn’t much skin, but I had a very good imagination. Plus, I’d seen her yesterday, in all her naked glory.