CHAPTER NINE

ATLAS

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I let out a silent yawn and rub my hand through my hair, then gently glance down at Molly, who is sleeping on my chest. Her hand is splayed out across my other pec.

I don't want to leave but the sun is rising and if I don't go back to my room soon someone in the house will see me.

It's a big house but not that big.

Just to be clear, we're only doing this once.

Well I fucked her a second time in the early hours, and she had about four orgasms so I'm not sure how people count these things, but it wasn't once.

And I would love a repeat.

We should have talked. I still don't know where things stand with Greg. I don't peg Molly as someone who sleeps around or cheats, so I'm going to assume it's nothing serious.

I'm going to play it by ear and hope she wants to do that again.

Tonight.

Tomorrow night.

And maybe even when we get back to Philly.

However, it's unlikely that Molly wants Payton to know we fucked, and I don't want to draw my entire family's attention to us being involved, so I know I have to get moving.

I run a finger across her forehead moving dark strands of hair off it. Her thick long lashes flutter in sleep and something stirs in my chest.

She's so damn beautiful.

When I rid Molly of her clothes last night and took in her creamy skin and perfect figure, I had the urge to draw her.

I haven't sketched for years.

Everything is done on computers now, but I found my finger running along the edges of her body as she watched me curiously. Then I cupped one of her breasts and flicked her nipple with my thumb as I met her gaze.

"Tell me what you like."

"Not anal," she replied with a confidence that made my cock twitch. "And I don't like doggy style."

I had tipped my head. "No?"

Molly shook her head. "I need to see my lover's face."

I slid my hand down her abdomen to the space between her legs and cupped her.

"Legs apart." I ordered her and she did.

Submissive and sexy as fuck.

"What else?" I demanded of her as two fingers speared through her wet flesh, my cock jolting in my pants.

Her mouth parted in response, struggling to reply.

"God," she gasped.

I smirked.

"Do you suck cock?"

Molly had nodded and arched as I inserted my fingers, pumping them in and out, taking in how tight she was.

Tight.

Nice and tight.

"Then, get on your knees baby." I unzipped my pants and kicked them away while she dropped to the floor. As she pulled me out of my underpants, I was ripping off my shirt and tossing it across the room.

Eager and ready to finally fuck this woman.

"Fuck," I moaned as her mouth wrapped around the end. "Good girl. Jesus."

Then she took me all the way in, and I had to widen my stance to stay upright. Molly Carter knew what she was doing with a cock.

I knew I wasn't going to last long.

Eagerly she moved her mouth up and around my member, sucking with just the right pressure and massaging my full balls.

"Jesus, yes," I said, taking a handful of her hair. "Like that. Yes. Fuck Molly. Goddamn."

As she sped up, I felt the jolt of heat spear down my spine and my cock swell ready to blow.

"You better swallow." I ground out as my orgasm erupted from me.

When I opened my eyes, Molly was crouched, licking her fingers and looking like a damn goddess. Taking the base of my cock in hand I stroked the last of my come onto her tongue. Then lifted her into my arms and laid her out on the bed, spreading her legs.

I knew what she liked—this part wasn't new ground. While I had needed a few minutes to get fully hard again, I intended to repay the favor.

This time I got full visibility of her pink flesh and glistening juices. I lapped at her playfully, enjoying the way she writhed and moaned underneath me.

"I'm going to make you scream baby, so I need you to get a pillow ready," I said, parting her pussy open. Then my tongue plowed through her flesh as my thumb pressed against her clit.

"Oh, shit," Molly cried, reaching for a pillow.

I lifted her hips off the bed and dined hard. I swear she has the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted.

Like blueberry and apple pie.

"Atlas." She moaned from under the pillow. "More. Oh god."

I worked my tongue faster and reached out to squeeze her nipple. I was normally a rough lover but with Molly I wanted to go slow. To savor her. To relish every second.

I had waited long enough.

Plus, she'd told me she only wanted to do this once. I wasn't on board with that and the more I tasted her, the less so.

But just in case, I was taking my damn time.

Lick by lick.

Loving how she clenched my hair and moaned my name under that pillow.

My cock was beginning to throb once more, and I was eager to get inside that pussy of hers.

It didn't take much longer than that.

Molly's orgasm hit her all at once. I felt her body tighten and she fell apart, screaming into the feathers. Seconds later I climbed over her and snapped on a rubber. Then tossed the pillow away as I pressed the thick head of my cock at her entrance.

A beautiful sight.

"I want you watching me as I do this," I said roughly.

"Why?" Molly challenged with a slight frown.

"Because while I'm inside you, you're mine. You understand, Molly Carter?" I nudged her with the head of my cock, slipped inside, and holy motherfucker, it felt amazing.

I let out a deep masculine growl. It would've been a roar if I knew it wouldn't have woken the entire house.

Her pussy sucked on my cock eagerly and my eyes had nearly rolled back in my head.

"Fuck baby. You feel that?"

Her nails pressed into my biceps as she arched in reaction. "Yes. Holy hell."

Another inch.

Damn, she felt like heaven.

No. She was like heaven and hell rolled into one.

Way too good and so damn bad.

"Jesus, Molly." I dropped my head to her forehead and thrust in balls deep. "You feel so fucking good."

"So good. How is this so good?" She moaned, her hands moving up my back.

I didn't know.

But it did and before I could even check that she was okay and adjusting to the thickness of my cock, I was moving. Thrusting. Slamming into her.

Needing to fill her with my come.

Needing her to know she was totally and utterly dominated by my manhood.

I've never wanted to own a woman so completely. If I could've fucked her pussy and mouth at the same goddamn time, I would have.

Instead, I crushed my mouth down onto hers and my hips slammed hard time and time again until both of us were crying against each other's lips.

It hadn't taken long for Molly to clench her pussy as powerful pleasure consumed us, and she was pulling another orgasm out of me.

She'd shuddered in my arms as my own body trembled and my brain fucking malfunctioned.

Groaning, I collapsed on top of her, never wanting to move. Never wanting to let her leave this room or bed.

That might be kidnapping but I figure it would be worth the years in prison afterward.

When I came back down to earth I lifted my head and stared down into her sexy has hell face, proud of the sated look in her eyes.

More than sated.

Molly Carter was in awe.

Of me.

My work here is done.

"How?" she whispered breathlessly and all I could do was kiss her again.

She fell asleep in my arms, our bodies sticky and smelling of one another.

And a smile on my face.

I don't remember falling asleep, but it wasn't long after her. Then I felt her bottom move against my cock a few hours later, and I entered her again. To honor what Molly had shared with me earlier, I tugged her face around to mine and lifted up on my elbow so she could see my face in the darkness.

Then I fucked her hard and fast.

Before collapsing in each other's arms once more.

Now, as I watch her sleep, feeling her soft feminine body against mine, I still don't want to leave.

I want everyone else in the house to fuck off.

That's a problem.

Because I know it's not what she wants.

I have work to do.

––––––––

TODAY IS A free day after all the Thanksgiving festivities yesterday. When I walk downstairs, freshly showered, the Dufort family is sitting around the living room with coffees, discussing what the plans are for the day.

I spot Molly in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal, and she briefly glances my way. Her cheeks warm and I force my feet to stay put, instead of striding over and kissing her in front of everyone.

I left before she woke.

I assume she understands the reason why.

When she doesn't give me any indication of what she's thinking, I pour myself a coffee from the pot on the table, add cream, and then join the others.

"All the folks arrive tonight," Knox says, "so we have a full day."

"We need to get out of here soon. The house is being set up for the wedding tomorrow and tonight's picnic dinner." Payton says, looking excited.

"Bit cold for that isn't it?" I ask, glancing around for another opinion.

Levi and Blake both nod.

November in the Hamptons is not warm.

"I figure you'll be doing it with all the bells and whistles," Hunter says to Payton.

Harper sits herself down on Daniel's lap and gives me a wave.

"Of course. Have faith, Atlas. I'm not going to let our guests freeze." Payton tells me and I give her a disbelieving look which she laughs at.

She knows I'm teasing her.

"Did you use the event company Olivia recommended?" Fletcher, who owns the house nearby, asks.

"Yup. Everything is taken care of. It's going to be fun." Knox wraps an arm around his fiancé's shoulders and shoots me an irritated look.

Which is standard morning Knox.

I immediately ignore everyone when Molly walks in and stands next to me. I want to wrap her in my arms and kiss her head. Instead I curse and she glances up at me.

I see the hurt on her face.

Shit.

"Morning," I say, giving her a smirk.

"Hi," Molly says and glances away.

What the hell happened to this girl? There's a sensitivity about her, at least with me, that speaks to someone hurting her.

I don't like it.

I like to see my lover's face.

I intend to get underneath her skin and open her up. Not just sexually, but emotionally.

I want to know her. Understand her. Connect more with her.

Also, more sex.

I'm not a saint.

"So golf?" I offer, glancing around. I figure that could give me a chance to connect with Harlow to see if she's spoken to Donald yet.

It's been a couple of days and I'm getting fidgety to find out if he knows anything. I've messaged her a couple of times and got vague answers.

"Golf or a winery tour?" Knox adds. "The girls want to do a spa day so it will be just us guys. I've booked both so we can split up into groups or do one."

"Leilani and I are staying home to look after the kids," Addison says, lifting her broken arm.

"I'm happy to stay behind." Hunter tells his fiancé.

"No. You go and have fun with the guys," Addison says, giving him a smile. "Soon you'll be a boring married man."

"You wish." He winks.

I smirk and look away, sensing a private moment between the couple.

"I want to go on the winery tour," Harper says.

"Me too," Molly chimes. "I'm restless. Not sure I could sit for hours and get pampered."

Really?

Did I not tire her out enough?

Happy to drag her back upstairs, but I'm not sure she'd appreciate me doing that in front of everyone.

I'm starting to not care.

Payton waits for Logan and Emma, Aidan and Lily, Amelia and Jack to share their preferences.

"I'm always up for a spa day but I can go either way," Amelia says. "I know you'd be keen on the golf, honey."

"I'm a golf guy." Jack nods.

"I'm kid free for the day. I want to go on the winery tour." Olivia grins.

"Maybe I do, too." Payton glances up at Knox. "Did you want this to be a boy's day?"

"Sweetheart, I'm marrying you. I want you next to me every day."

"That'll pass," Daniel mutters.

"He's lying." Harper smiles and slaps a kiss on his lips.

I smile and then my. Fucking. Hand goes to the small of Molly's back and we both freeze.

Fuck.

Fuck!!