Molly had been wafer thin when we first reconnected, and while she was still tiny in the extreme, she had definitely filled out – courtesy of the food I'd been inconspicuously ramming down her throat at any given opportunity.

Molly hitched herself up, and I quickly unsnapped the button on my jeans before pushing them down my hips, along with my boxers.

The moment my dick was free, her hand gripped the shaft, causing my eyes to roll back. "Fuck."

"I've got you," she whispered, her movements slow and sensual. "I'll take care of you."

With a precision she had quickly mastered since we started dating, Molly reached for the condom in my wallet and rolled it on with effortless ease.

I couldn’t deal with it.

Her.

My feelings.

Fuck, I couldn’t take it.

Pushing her panties to one side, she slowly sank down on my swollen cock; her tight little pussy sucking me deep inside her walls.

"Fuck," I bit out, hips gyrating upwards as she sank down hard on my dick. "You feel like home."

"I love you –" Breathing ragged, she kept ahold of my face, pressing her lips to mine as she spoke, "More than you'll ever know."

Cupping the back of her neck with one hand, I clamped her hip with the other and upped the pace, hips moving in a frantic rhythm as I chased my demons away, keeping them at bay for one more night.

39 Molly

With state right around the corner, Daryl was acting incredibly jittery, and his poorly concealed anxiety seemed to be rubbing off on everyone around him.

Even Mason Starr, a person I had never seen panic a day in his life, seemed to be feeling the pressure. The only person who didn’t seem to give a damn about the upcoming football game was Rourke, and that was purely because he was too wrapped up in his sensual sparring sessions with his stepsister to care.

I tried my best to be the calm in the storm that Daryl needed, but when his knees continued to bop restlessly under the table during lunch, and he continued to miss his mouth with his fork, I snapped.

"You need to relax." Reaching over, I took the fork from his trembling hand and set it down on the table. "You are beyond brilliant, Daryl King. There ain't another quarterback on this side of the country with your talent. Those stupid Covington Cobras don’t have a chance in hell of beating you guys next weekend, so just breathe."

Shaking out his hands, Daryl leaned back in his chair and expelled a harsh breath. "I know that, Dolly. I know."

"Good," I replied with a clipped nod. "Then start acting like it."

"You're a bossy little thing when you wanna be." He turned to look at me, a faint smile ghosting his lips. "Anyone ever tell you that?"

"My dad," I replied, grinning up at him. "And I'm only bossy when I need to be." Reaching up, I stroked his stubbly jaw with my hand and whispered, "You've got this, D. You're going all the way. And this time next year, I'm gonna be watching you from the stands at Alabama state, where you'll shine even brighter than you do now."