Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

Jake stared down at Molly, wondering how he’d managed to get this lucky. Fuck, she was gorgeous. She didn’t seem to see that. He knew the jokes she made about her body hid a deeper concern. It was obvious she struggled to see herself as he saw her. That was something he would address while they were together. He paused as he ran his hand over her back. He couldn’t commit long term, but he also couldn’t walk away after tonight.

It wouldn’t be fair. To her or to him.

She wasn’t staying forever. His gut clenched at the idea of her leaving even as his head pointed out that this was perfect. Fun, sex, domination, and no commitment.

“Did you have a chance to do much looking around the club when you arrived?”

“I did some walking around and watched for a bit. Then suddenly Saxon found me that Dom.”

Suddenly, huh? Or when he realized Jake had pulled into the parking lot? He now wondered if being delayed by one of the other Doms in the foyer had all been part of a bigger plot.

That bastard. His little game could have hugely backfired. What if Jake hadn’t decided to take her on? What if he’d walked away?

His anger grew the more he thought about it. He and that interfering bastard were going to have words.

“Jake?” She looked over her shoulder at him as she squirmed on his lap. “Is everything all right?”

“What?”

“You look kind of angry. Did I do something wrong?”

She looked as uncertain as he’d ever seen her, and he realized he was being as much of a neglectful asshole as Saxon.

“Everything’s fine, baby. I’m sorry. I was just thinking that we need to talk about some rules.”

“Isn’t that what the contract is?”

“These are rules between us.”

“Okay.” She moved to climb off his lap, and he grabbed her, holding her steady.

“Did I say you could move?”

“Um, no, Sir.”

“That’s because I want to have this conversation with you lying right here. Well, I’ll make a couple of changes. I want you to spread your legs further apart.” He wanted to play with that sweet, plump pussy of hers while they had their little chat.

She laid back down without a word, even though he could sense her reluctance. Once she spread her legs apart, he reached down and ran a finger along her slick lips. Up and down, not pressing it any further inside her, keeping his movements light and teasing. Eventually, she relaxed and let out a sigh.

“Okay, I’ll start. I’m clean. I never have sex without a condom.” Not since Rebecca’s death. In fact, he’d only had sex once since, and that had been a huge disaster. He’d been drunk and lonely.

“If you want, I can show you

my test results.”

“Oh, I’m clean too. I was tested after I broke up with my ex. That was nearly two years ago. I haven’t had sex since.”

Two years without sex. He probably thought she was a complete loser.

“Straddle my lap.”

Jesus save her. Was he serious? She didn’t know what was worse—having her bare ass on display or having her pussy pressed against him. But because she was trying to show how obedient she could be, she got up and then climbed over his lap facing him, careful not to lean on him too much. She didn’t need the humiliation of him asking her to get off because she was too heavy.

He ran his hands up her thighs then pushed down. “Sit back.”

She wanted to resist, but he had that look in his eyes, and her butt was throbbing, telling her that resistance probably wasn’t in her best interests.

“That’s better.” He ran his thumbs up the inside of her thighs. “Look at this pretty pussy all waxed and smooth. Tell me, do you always keep it like this or did you get it done especially for tonight?”