Chapter 25: Old Friends

Scott’s POV-
 
I held Molly close and listened to the sound of her slow breathing. I was in shock now that I had actually touched and tasted her. No matter how many times I had dreamed of this moment, the reality showed me just how limited my imagination was.
Molly was amazing, hot, and oh so responsive. The moment her body had melted into mine, I had been lost. My cock had grown as stiff as a rock and never went down. Even after I had my own amazing orgasm, I was still hard. My body was thumping with the need to take her. I was aching to feel my cock buried deep inside her, her soft wet walls squeezing me tight and milking me dry.
But I couldn’t do that just yet. I didn’t have any protection on me, and the last thing I wanted was to risk getting Molly pregnant just because I couldn’t control myself. The biggest problem I saw was that it was hard to control myself around Molly, to begin with. I had honestly thought that the need would wane slightly after finally being with her.
But it hadn’t.
If anything, it had grown, and I was definitely going to have to work on that.
I had no idea if there was going to be a next time. But if I had anything to say about it. There absolutely would. I just hoped I could convince Molly of that.
Not tonight, though. I pressed a gentle kiss to Molly's forehead and detached myself from her. I really didn’t want to leave. The feeling of Molly in my arms had sparked the deep-seated need to care for her. I really didn’t want to walk away from that.
Molly was so tiny but so freaking strong. I wanted to make her feel safe enough that she could let me help her let go.
As I got up and dressed, my mind began to whirl with all the possibilities for helping her. Even though I knew the best thing for both of us was to stay away from her, I also knew that I couldn’t do that.
Despite my overwhelming desire to stay with her, I forced myself to leave the room while I still could. The last thing I wanted was to risk being caught and embarrassing Molly. For her sake, I walked back into my own room.
I quickly took a shower and then crawled naked into the bed, letting the night air cool my heated skin. I wished that it would cool the throbbing heat under my skin. Sleep was a long time in coming. It seemed since my arms now knew the feel Molly, they made it damned hard to sleep without her.
 
My phone’s excessive trilling woke me the next morning, much earlier than I wanted. Sleep blurred; I didn’t even bother reading the caller ID before answering it.
“ ‘Lo,” I answered gruffly.
“Hey, Scott. It’s Noah. How ya doing, man?” The voice on the other end greeted in an annoyingly awake tone.
“Noah?” I repeated drowsily.
My sleep numb brain was trying to put two and two together. But I was having a difficult time remembering who Noah was. I yawned once more and shook my head to free up the cobwebs.
Noah… Noah Jones. He was an architect that I had met through Eric many years ago. It was around the time I had started going to the club Shackles and Whips. Noah had come to town for a job and had applied for a membership at Eric’s club.
He had helped me understand exactly what a caregiver Dom really was, especially when it came to subs. I tried to emulate his way of caring for submissives in my own dynamics. But I could never be as soft on them as he was. But then again, most of the women Noah tended to gravitate towards were shallow and didn’t really have a lot going on beyond the surface.
Thankfully, Noah had never seemed interested in them outside the club scene. Eric had commented often on how he wished to see Noah when he was faced with a sub that tangled him up in a few knots.
“Scott?” the voice interrupted my thoughts again.
“Yeah… yeah, sorry. Hey Noah, how are things going on your end?” I replied, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn.
“You realize that it’s almost noon, don’t you?”
In shock, I looked at the clock to find that he was right. “Shit… actually, I didn’t. I had a late night, and guess I forgot to set my alarm.”
Noah chuckled slightly. “Did you at least catch her name?”
I forced a bit of a laugh, but didn’t really answer. Noah was a good friend, but I didn’t feel comfortable explaining last night to him. Although, I had a feeling that if anyone would understand and not judge me… it would be Noah. He had always seemed to follow the sentiment that “as long as everyone is of age is consenting, it’s none of my damned business.”
But there was the case of Molly. I didn’t want her to feel like I was talking about us without her consent. It would be wrong of me.
“Ahhh, I see. A lady never kisses and tells, right?” Noah quipped with a laugh.
I forced another chuckle. “Yes, that’s how it goes. How’d you know what time it was here anyway?”
“Well, I’m in Paris right now, checking on a job, and called Eric to see if I could stop by the club. He told me that he was actually in the sates and said you were running the club right now. So, I called you,” Noah explained.
I pushed myself out of bed, drug on some sweats, and headed downstairs to seek out coffee.
“You’re always welcome, Noah,” I told him earnestly. “You know the rules and everything. So, I really don’t have to worry about you. Frankly, I would enjoy the help. Laurent and Esme are great, but I wouldn’t mind giving them some backup everyone and a while.”
 “Deal. Are you going to be there tonight?” Noah asked.
My body tensed at the thought. The image arose of taking Molly to the club and showing her more than her sweet little mind could imagine. 
The thought of pushing her past the point she thought she could handle was enough to make my cock stiffen. Thankfully, the dining room was empty at the moment, and I didn’t have to worry about embarrassing myself. I was dying to take Molly to the club, suddenly.
I just hoped she was as anxious to go back.
“I’ll be there,” I told Noah. “It’ll be nice to see you again.”
“Likewise. And bring “Late Night” with you. I’d like to meet the woman that got you to bite your tongue,” Noah said with another chuckle.
I winced and quickly got off the phone with him. I had never been the one to brag about my conquests, but Noah was right. I generally answered their questions when they would ask. I would have to talk to Molly about the Doms at the club before I took her there. They were likely to be very interested in her and our relationship. I poured a second cup of coffee and downed it quickly. For the conversation that was going to come up, I would definitely need more caffeine.