Licking her dry lips, she wrapped her arm around his waist as well, tempted to place her hand on his ass, but stopping herself.
Dale always had the ability to set a fire a blazing inside her, and now was no different. She wanted him, craved him, and without having any responsibility around her, she so wanted to give in.
They made their way to the bar, and she watched the couples on the dance floor as they danced. She’d not been out on a date since high school, and this was the first time she had away from the kids. She trusted June and Trey to take care of her babies for her.
Dale handed her a beer, and she accepted it, taking a small sip.
“I’m driving tonight, baby. I want you to have fun,” he said, leaning in close to whisper against her ear so she could hear him.
“What about you?”
“I’m going to show you how to have fun.” He turned her so that she stood between his spread legs, and his back leaned against the bar. Everyone and everything faded away.
For a split second she panicked. What if he proposed? She didn’t want to turn him down and spoil their date, their fun.
“What took the smile off your face?” he asked.
She took a deep breath, knowing it was pointless to argue with him. “I don’t want to spoil our date.”
“I’m not going to ask you to marry me.”
Her mouth opened, and she gasped. “You’re not?” She was shocked that he even knew what she was talking about.
“Nope. That ring is sealed away. In fact…” He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out the ring, showing it to her.
“Dale?”
“No, I’m not going to ask you again.” He placed the ring in her hand. “I want you to tell me when you’re ready. Put this on your finger when you’re ready, and you know I’m not going to be an asshole to you.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss against her cheek. “You will marry me, Mol. You and I both know that you will as soon as I prove myself to you.”
She held the ring in her hand and stared down at it. “I don’t have anywhere to put it.”
“Place it on your finger until we get home, and then you can put it away.”
Not seeing a problem with his idea, she placed the ring on her finger and saw that it was indeed a perfect fit, and it felt so … right. She fisted her hand and placed it by her side, glancing up at him. She saw the pleasure on his face at seeing the ring on her finger.
“It looks good.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “You have pretty good taste.”
“I have the best kind of taste.” He took a large gulp of his soda. “Do you want to dance?”
“Love to.”
He took her beer and placed them back on the bar.
“What about our drinks?”
“I’ll order new.” He urged her onto the dance floor, and got his way as couples moved out of their way. He took her hands, pulling them around his neck, and placed his on her ass, drawing her close.
She released a gasp. While everyone else danced to something upbeat, he took it down a notch. Her body pressed so close against him she felt the hard ridge of his cock against her stomach. The way he squeezed her ass reminded her of the times they’d fallen together, when she’d tried to resist him. He always loved it when she went over him. He’d grab her ass and urge her to take his cock.
Her mind was consumed by their sex life.
“I can see what you’re thinking about right now,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“What am I thinking about then?” she asked.
“About my cock being deep inside you. Your pussy always tightens when I squeeze your ass to pull you down onto me. Fuck, baby, I love your pussy, just as much as I love you.”
She gasped as he said the words, and his lips trailed a path from her ear to her shoulder. This was how it always was with them. The moment they were alone, she lost all focus, and just felt him deep in her heart, and her core.
Her pussy was already soaking wet, and her need for him had risen.
“You’re what I think about every single night, Mol. Even when you’ve turned me down, and I’ve had no choice but to walk away. I think about your smile, and the way you feel in my arms. The fire that burns between us. It’s special, and I know for a fact not everyone gets to feel this, baby. You’re special to me.”
She closed her eyes and rested her head against him, finding it hard to deny him. Every single night when the kids were in bed and the house began to settle, she’d think about Dale. She always missed him, and yearned to feel his arms around her, or his lips on her neck. She loved it when he had a day-old stubble as his kisses often left swollen red marks, but the scratchiness only seemed to enhance her arousal.
“You never questioned Sasha and Luke.”
“I know they’re mine, Mol. I know I’m the only guy you’ve ever been with, and I know I will only ever be the only guy you’re with.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek.
“I’m not the only girl though.”
“I was a fucking asshole. That doesn’t excuse my behavior. I know it doesn’t, but I hope, more than anything, that you’ll give me a chance. That you’ll forgive me.” He pressed a kiss against her lips, and she didn’t fight him.
Gripping the back of his neck, she moaned as his tongue slid across her lips, and she felt her body melt into his. She wanted his touch more than anything else.
His hands moved from her ass, going to her back and stroking a path back down again.
He deepened the kiss, and she gasped his name.
Suddenly, he pulled away and took her hand, leading her off the dance floor and out of the bar.
“Dale?” she asked.
He pulled out of the bar and rounded the building, pressing her up against the wall. “I love you,” he said.
She’d never told him how she felt. Each time she went to something always got in the way, and right now she was afraid to say the words.
“It’s only ever going to be you.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back, and took possession of her lips.
Gripping his shoulders, she held him tightly, not wanting to let him go as he made her ache.
She had to have him. “Touch me, Dale,” she said, breaking from the kiss. Not for the first time she felt reckless, and totally wanted to abandon her need to do the right thing.
His thumb lifted her chin up, and at the same time his hand landed on her thigh. She felt him gather up the fabric of her dress, bunching it up and moving it out of his way, the tips of his fingers trailing across her thigh.
She didn’t care that she had cellulite or that her body had changed. Dale had explored every inch of her body before, and it had driven him wild.
His fingers teased inside her thighs, moving up to place his palm directly against her pussy. Her panties were already soaking wet, and she cried out as he touched her.
“Fuck me, baby, all it takes is me touching you like this to make me hard.” He groaned as she pressed her hand against his dick.
The jeans he wore didn’t hide the evidence of his arousal.
They were around the back of the town’s only bar. She knew she should suggest that they go back to her place or even his, but right now, in this very moment, she didn’t want to be responsible. She wanted to be reckless, and feeling his hands against her pussy, and the length of his arousal, she didn’t want to stop.
****
Molly always drove him wild. Feeling the heat of her pussy, Dale groaned. She’d always been fire in his arms, and even though he wanted to take her to a bed and show her how much he loved her, he didn’t have the patience. Tearing at her panties, he shoved them into his pocket and touched her pussy, sliding a finger between her slit.