Page 18 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
“I like the way you think, Miss Molly.”
My smile grew so big that it hurt my cheeks. “Then, it’s a plan for me.”
“Well, it’s a date for me, so I gotta figure out how to get you on my level.”
I blushed furiously. “All right, it’s a date, then.”
“Good. You had me worried there for a second. I thought maybe I gave off that ‘friendzone’ sort of vibe.”
“Trust me, you most certainly didn’t.”
He chuckled. “Really, now? And, uh, what kind of vibe did I actually give off?”
The kind that makes me want to jump your bones. “The kind of vibe that says you want to jump my bones.”
“Ho-ho-ho! I hear someone calling me out. Is that what’s currently happening? Because we can totally talk about how your tits stayed puckered for me through your—”
I gasped and sat upright in a flash. “You didn’t see that, did you?”
He laughed out loud. “Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone else saw. But I most certainly saw.”
“Oh, my God. I’m mortified.”
“Aw, don’t sweat it, beautiful. Just made me eager to see them for myself one day.”
I paused. “So, is that all this is?”
He paused along with me. “What?”
I drew in a deep breath. “Look, I don’t care if that’s all you want. You’re a very handsome man, and it has been a very long time since I’ve been with anyone. And if that’s all you’re looking for, that’s grand. I’m all for it. I just need to know upfront so I don’t misinterpret anything, you know?”
I heard him shuffling around and calling for Opie before a door closed on his end of the line. Or maybe it opened. I sat there on bated breath, waiting for his response. Waiting for him to tell me what was going on. Waiting for him to give me the “yay” or “nay.”
Then, after what seemed like an hour, he finally spoke. “No, sex isn’t all I want.”
I sighed with relief. “Oh, good. Okay. Because I was about to have to change my entire mindset to get ready for tomorrow if that wasn’t the case.”
I heard his grin through the phone. “I really made an impact on you, didn’t I?”
I rolled my eyes. “Says the guy who kept staring at me all day today.”
“You make very valid points, you know that?”
I giggled for the umpteenth time that day. “I’ve been known to hold my own in a lively debate.”
“So, is this the part where I ask for your address so I can pick you up tomorrow? Or are we going to do one of those things where you meet me somewhere other than your place because you don’t want some leather-bound, bike-riding stranger to know where you live?”
I leaned back against the couch. “I suppose that depends.”
“On…?”
“On whether or not you’re going to skin me alive in the middle of the night if I hand over my address.”
“Nah. That stuff has never appealed to me. I’d rather feel your entire body against mine instead of just your skin.”
I sputtered with laughter. “Jesus, Cole. You’re insane.”
“In all the best ways, or so I’ve been told.”
I sighed. “I’ll take a leap of faith and trust you with it, but if I feel weirded out at all—”
“As God as my witness, all I want is to spend time with you tomorrow, no matter what we get ourselves into.”
He sounded so sincere, and it warmed my heart. “I’ll shoot it to you in a text before I go to bed tonight.”
“Wonderful. I’ll keep an eye out for it. How does ten o’clock sound? I can bring coffee, we can chill out for a bit, and then we’ll take a nice bike ride along the oceanic route before we get lunch.”
I sighed. “That sounds perfect. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me, too. Now, you go and wrangle those kids before they wrangle you.”
I shook my head. “You’re wonderful, you know that?”
He laughed softly. “I’m beginning to form the same opinion of you.”
“So, up until this point you thought I wanted to skin you, too?”
“Hey, girls can be murderers, too. Just saying.”
I covered my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. “I have to go start figuring out what to do for dinner.”
“Then, you better get off the phone with this weirdo, that’s all I’m saying.”
My stomach hurt from laughing so hard. “I’ll text you soon, I promise.”
“Good. But just know that when I get impatient, I might blow you up until you respond.”
I closed my eyes and relished his words. “Sounds just fine to me, so long as you don’t mind the treatment back.”
“Trust me, I like a good clingy side in a girl. Makes me feel needed.”
Me, too. “We’ll talk soon. I promise.”
“Same. Talk soon.”
And when I hung up the phone, I found myself ecstatic about the idea of tomorrow.
So much so, that I shot him my address before my ass even left the cushions of the couch.
