Rydin' the Storm Out (10 page)

Molly felt his cock twitch as her breasts rubbed across his chest. Her nipples were hard and erect, and his scent called to her. His beautiful body—muscles sculpted from working out—fit so perfectly against hers. And that tattoo—it made her wet just thinking about it. Without thinking, Molly moved back and forth, rubbing her nipples against his belly and chest. She heard him suck in a breath. She looked up at him and her heart started pounding in her chest. His green eyes were staring at her with such intensity that her breath caught in her throat.

“Be careful, babe. I’m ready for you at all times. If you’re going to rub those hard nipples against me, I’m going to have you again.”

Molly reached down and unzipped his jeans. As soon as the zipper was half way down, his hard cock popped out of his jeans like a divining rod looking for her gold. She grabbed it in her hand and slowly started caressing his hard length. He hissed out a breath, never taking his eyes from hers.

“Suck it.”

Molly dropped to her knees and licked up the length of his cock. She ran her tongue up and around his erection a few times, making sure he was wet. When she knew he was wet enough, she licked across the head of his cock and licked up the drop of dew that had formed there. His taste—salty and warm—exploded in her mouth. She had never before been so turned on to willingly suck on a cock. The few men with whom she’d been with in the past had either forced her head down or shoved their cocks in her mouth.

She slowly slid him into her mouth, keeping one hand firmly at the base. She heard him hiss out another breath as she slid him into her mouth, feeling his hand touch the top of her head. With her free hand, Molly cupped his balls and gave a very slight squeeze. He thrust his hips forward into her mouth and groaned loudly at the feel of her mouth completely covering his hard length.

Moving a little faster, Molly alternated between sucking him into her mouth and swirling her tongue over and under the sensitive spot just under the head of his penis. She sucked in her cheeks and applied pressure to his cock as she slid him out of her mouth, then quickly sucked him back in to repeat the process.

“Molly. Seriously…I’m close. If you don’t want this, stop now.”

Molly looked up at him and smiled around his cock. She let her tongue float over the head of his cock and while holding his gaze, she sucked him back into her mouth and moaned, creating a vibration on his cock.

“Jesus.”

Molly smiled again and continued sucking up and down faster. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She had never allowed it before, always pulling away before her partner came. But, she wanted Ryder to come in her mouth. She sucked him with more intensity and added some pressure to his balls as Ryder increased the weight on the top of her head. He had both of his hands on her head now as he thrust harder and deeper into her mouth. His breathing was ragged and she heard him groan.

“Molly.”

Molly felt the first spurt hit the back of her throat and instinctively swallowed. She continued swallowing while slowly sucking him up and down until she could feel him soften in her mouth. With a few more light sucks, Molly let him fall out of her mouth. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile on her face.

“Do you realize how sexy you are, Molly? You are without a doubt the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

Molly watched him. He was looking at her like he meant every word. She could see the desire in his green eyes.

Ryder pulled Molly to her feet and quickly inserted two fingers inside of her and added pressure to her clit with his thumb. Molly held on to his waist as her orgasm built at a blinding rate. It wasn’t a slow build this time; it hit her hard. She was still so sensitive from her previous orgasms, it didn’t take much. Looking into his beautiful face as she cried out his name, she soon lost control of keeping her eyes open. Ryder continued to pump his fingers in and out until she rode her orgasm out.

Jesus, her body was phenomenal—large breasts, small waist and hips. He loved those sky blue eyes and full lips all framed out by that dark hair. She was sex on a stick, and he couldn’t get enough of touching her, everywhere. She was like his own personal playground and he wanted to play on all the toys.

Ryder picked Molly up and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed, climbed in next to her, pulling the blankets around them, and wrapped his arms around her. Molly lay with her head on his arm and her arms wrapped securely around Ryder, enjoying the comfort and loving feelings playing a song in her heart.

“Okay, now Gunnar, turn a little to the right. Perfect. Smile everyone. Keep smiling.”

Molly was clicking away with her camera. Jeremiah and Joci liked her idea of using the boys in the marketing for Rolling Thunder, so they set up a photo shoot at the shop. They wore Rolling Thunder shirts Joci had designed and had made for the shop. All the employees wore them now. They were button-up, short sleeve shirts, short sleeve t-shirts, and long sleeve t-shirts. They lived in Wisconsin after all. There were several colors of the shirts as well and the employees could wear any style they chose as long as it had the Rolling Thunder logo on it.

Today, Ryder was wearing a gray, button-up shirt. Gunnar had on a light tan button-up and JT was wearing an orange button-up. Molly was posing them in front of the Rolling Thunder logo on the shop wall. She had shot several poses of them in various shirts and positions. JT wasn’t initially excited about being ‘pimped out’ for the shop, but he got into it rather quickly. He was the one of all of them who enjoyed the attention. Women were always coming into Rolling Thunder to ‘check him out.’ They would pretend to look at clothes, but they were looking around hoping to be the one to catch his eye. The giggles in the store were a commonplace occurrence. Molly was thankful Ryder worked in the back; she’d have a hard time dealing with the constant female attention.

She and Ryder had been dating for about five weeks now, and they got along well. Molly was happy with Ryder, and her business was really thriving now, especially with all the Rolling Thunder work coming her way. Joci’s video had been on sale for just two weeks and they had already sold fifteen hundred copies. With a special thank you to Molly for the build photos on the end credits, Molly had been getting tons of phone calls for work. She was grateful to Joci and thanked her every chance she got.

“How’re they coming?” Joci walked into the room and smiled at her boys. She was four months pregnant now and had a cute little baby bump.

“Great!” Molly winked. “Of course, the subject matter helps.”

“Okay guys, I think I have enough for today. Thank you.”

Ryder jumped down off the platform and walked straight to Molly. He kissed her soundly, making her blush, knowing his mom was standing right there. Sheesh.

Joci chuckled and walked back to the stairs leading up to the offices she shared with Jeremiah. “Don’t forget dinner on Sunday. It’s a special dinner this week.”

“I won’t.” Molly chuckled.

“So how did they turn out, babe?”

“Great. You guys are great models. These ads are going to be amazing. You’ll be famous soon and forget all about me.”

Molly was half joking. He could easily be famous, all of them could, but she really hoped he would never forget her. She knew she would never forget him.

“Don’t be like that, Molly. I’ll never forget you as long as I live.”

Relief washed through her at hearing him say it. She wondered if he loved her. She hoped he did, and she hoped he didn’t. She hadn’t said anything to him either. She was so afraid to take that next step. No matter how many times her friends told her she was nothing like her mom, she just couldn’t escape the doubts.

“So, about this special dinner on Sunday. Are we supposed to get Gunnar a gift or something?”

“Beats me. I’ve never been to an adoption party. I suppose if he were a baby, you would give a gift, but he’s grown for God’s sake. JT and I talked about it and we thought, since he’s changing his last name, we would get him something monogrammed or with
“Gunnar Sheppard”
on it. What do you think? I’ve meant to talk to you about it. We could get him something together, from the three of us.”

“Actually, that sounds like a great idea. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, Dad already has the signs for the shop in his office. We have signs above our work stations with our names on them, so that’s done. They also ordered his business cards with his new name on them. We use those for appointments when people come in and make them in person. So, we were kind of at a loss. What do you think?”

“Hmm. What about a nice wooden chest or jewelry valet with his name on it? Or something for his bike? Or a shirt or something with just his initials.”

Ryder pulled his wallet out and pulled out his credit card. “Will you go and pick something out for us three? Spend a fair amount on it. A guy only changes his name once in his life, you know.”

Ryder and Molly both laughed. This was something new altogether. Jeremiah had asked Gunnar if he would want to be adopted by Jeremiah and to have the Sheppard last name. Since Joci was pregnant and the baby would obviously be a Sheppard, Gunnar would be the only one in the family who wasn’t, so Jeremiah wanted him to feel like he was one of them. Jeremiah loved him just as much as his own sons and Gunnar loved Jeremiah, so he agreed right away. Gunnar only met his biological father, Keith, once, and that had been while his mom was in the hospital. So, there was no love lost there. Actually just recently, Keith had passed away from lung cancer. So, the time couldn’t be more perfect.

“Sure. I’ll pick something up and show you tonight. Are you coming home for supper?”

Ryder smiled at her. She said ‘coming home for supper.' That sounded good. Home with Molly. Yeah, that sounded
damn
good.

“Yes. I’ll be home for supper.”

Molly turned to walk out and Ryder smacked her on the ass. Molly smirked as she walked away, not looking back. She asked Ryder if he was coming home for supper. And, you know what? It felt good. He had been staying there a lot. He had his toothbrush, toiletries, extra clothes, and shoes there. She had some things at his place, but they didn’t go there much. Molly felt weird with JT and Gunnar there. So they usually stayed at Molly’s.

Molly shopped for Gunnar’s gift before going home to make supper. As she was putting a casserole in the oven, her phone rang.

“Memories by Molly…Yes, this is she…Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?
…
I’m so sorry. My condolences…Yes, that’s true…Oh, thank you, yes I’m very interested…Yes, tomorrow will be fine. I’ll see you then.”

Molly turned around and Ryder was standing in the kitchen listening to her.

“Good news?”

“Yes…well, yes and no. My landlord, Ellison Jepson, passed away yesterday. That was his son, Jeffrey, on the phone. He wants to talk with me about buying this house. I had a verbal agreement with Mr. Jepson that he’d written down. So, Jeffrey is coming here tomorrow to talk with me about purchasing the house.”

“That’s awesome, Molly.” Ryder walked forward and wrapped her in his arms.

“Kind of scary. I’ve treated this place like my own, knowing that Mr. Jepson and I had an agreement. But, now, it’s kind of scary thinking that this is it. What if the terms he offers aren’t acceptable? What if I can’t afford what he will ask for it?”

“First of all, don’t worry about any of that until you speak with him. If he needs to get rid of Mr. Jepson’s assets to settle the estate, he may just offer you a great price to get all of this settled. As far as not being able to afford it, if you need help, I’ll help you, Molly. I have some money saved and I make enough money at the shop. I’ll help you in any way I can.”

Ryder had been thinking about this for a while now. He wanted to live with Molly. He wanted to live with her, anywhere she wanted to live.

“Actually, after you asked me if I was coming home for supper, I realized that wherever you are is home for me. Maybe we could buy this house together.”

Molly couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Sure they had been together a few weeks and things were great. But, living together? Buying a house together? You only did that when you were going to marry someone. They hadn’t even professed their love for each other, let alone get married. This was happening too fast.

“Hey. Where are you?”

Molly blinked and realized she had zoned out. Softly she said, “Sorry. I was just thinking.”

Wow, what was she doing? She really liked Ryder. No, she loved him, she knew that without a doubt. She thought he loved her, but he had never said so. Moving in? Buying a house? Is that what she wanted? They were together every day, almost, anyway. It wouldn’t really be much different. Not really.

“Molly? Hey, talk to me.”

Ryder had pulled away and had his hands on her upper arms. He leaned in and was looking into her eyes. He looked scared to death right now. He was searching her eyes for answers, a response, anything.

“Ryder. Umm, I don’t know what to say.”

Molly wiped her eyes with her hands. Ryder’s heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his body. He knew he hadn’t misjudged them. He thought she was as much into him as he was into her. They were great together, and he never wanted to be with anyone else.

“Molly, I love you. I think I’ve loved you since the first day we met. I didn’t know it then, what it was, but there was something pulling me to you. The first time we made love, I knew it, without a doubt, I knew I was in love with you. Actually, that was the first time I’d ever made love. Before, it was just…fucking, the need for release. Moving in together is the natural next step. If you don’t want to buy the house with me, I get it. I just wanted you to know that I was here for you if you needed me. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to buy this house with you, but, this was something you had going on before I ever came on the scene. I’m not trying to steal it from you.”

Molly’s head was spinning. He loved her? He loved her!!! “You love me? Really?”

Ryder snorted. “Good God, can’t you tell? My brothers have been giving me shit for weeks now. I am so head-over-heels in love with you, I can’t believe it.”

Molly started laughing. Yes, laughing. He loved her! Relief is really what she felt. Those three unspoken words did stupid things to her head. She imagined the worst all the time, when she should have just been honest with him a while ago and told him she loved him.

“Ryder, I love you too. I have for a while now. I was just afraid to say it.”

Ryder’s heart was so full he didn’t know how it still fit in his chest. He grabbed Molly and pulled her in for a hug. He hung on for long moments, enjoying the feel of her against him. Loving the words that she had just said. Loving her.

“God, I love you, Molly.”

Molly chuckled. “I love you too, Ryder.”

It just felt good to say it. It felt good to hear it.

“Hey, no pressure. It’s all good. Let’s take it one step at a time.”

“I don’t want to be like my mom. I’m scared that I’ll be her. I don’t know what to do.”

Molly burst out crying, and the whole time Ryder had his arms wrapped around her and held her close, crooning sweet words into her ear as he comforted her. He steered her to the sofa and sat with her while she cried herself out. When it felt like she could speak again, Ryder got her a cloth from the bathroom and wet it with warm water. He brought it to her so she could wipe her face and hands. He was quiet while she pulled herself together, letting her collect her thoughts.

She had said that before, ‘she didn’t want to be like her mom’ but he didn’t know what that meant. She really didn’t talk about her mom very much. Last month when she went to the nursing home, she didn’t ask him to go with her. He was hurt but understood that maybe it had something to do with her mom’s health or state of mind. Now she was saying it again, in relation to them moving in together and he didn’t understand.

“Can you talk now?”

Molly nodded. She smiled weakly and sat back on the sofa.

“Will you tell me what that means? You said you didn’t want to be like your mom. In what way?”

“I do owe you an explanation. I’m sorry I broke down. I’ve been so worried for so long. I knew it hurt your feelings last month when I went to see my mom. I’m sorry about that, Ryder, my intention was not to hurt you, ever.”

Molly took a deep breath. This conversation was long overdue. “When I was eleven my mom and stepdad divorced. After that, my mom drank…a lot. She went from man to man after that. They would move into our house until they couldn’t stand my mother and her drinking then the next man would move in. My mom just couldn’t be without a man. She was weak, she drank, and she always needed someone to make her feel valued.”

Ryder’s jaw clenched. He knew there was something not right with her young life, but not this. “You’re not her, Molly. Look at you, you have your own business and you’re independent. Living with me doesn’t change that. It just makes both of our lives richer. You don’t identify yourself by me. You identify yourself by you. You know that, right?”