Page 25 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
I only hoped that none of this shit would ruin the plans tumbling around in my head.
Because by the time I was done with Molly, she’d be begging to shed her clothes for me when she experienced the way I treated my women like queens.
And the last thought on my mind before I fell asleep holding Opie was how I hoped to be holding Molly in my arms tomorrow night instead.
Twelve
Molly
I smiled as I stood there, listening to the growl of the motorcycle engine coming closer. I peered down the road, waiting on bated breath as a bike eased around the corner. My heart skipped a beat, and my knees grew weak. I steeled myself as much as I could as Cole rode closer to me, clad in a leather jacket, tight-ass jeans, and sunglasses that somehow made him look hotter and more mysterious. He pulled right into the parking space in front of me before a cheeky grin spread across his face.
And when his sunglasses eased down the bridge of his nose, I watched him undress me with his vision.
“Well, I’ll be damned, Miss Molly,” he said with a low whistle.
I blushed. “Too much?”
He turned off the engine to his bike. “Not one bit. You look amazing.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
He pulled two coffee cups out of his cup holders. “Do you want the caramel coffee or the peppermint chocolate coffee?”
I reached for the peppermint one. “Thank you so much.”
He chuckled as he got off his bike. “It’s not a problem. I chug the stuff all day, so this is only a teaser for me.”
I pointed down the sidewalk. “There’s a bench over there near a small flower garden. Would you like to go sit and enjoy our coffee there?”
He held out his arm. “Lead the way, beautiful.”
I giggled. “My pleasure.”
We walked over to the red wooden bench and sat next to one another. And when he sat next to me, our thighs pressed together. Heat crept up the nape of my neck and I tried to drown it out with the warmth of my coffee. But it only served to make me hotter, which in turn made my cheeks blush deeper.
But if Cole noticed, he didn’t say anything about it.
“This is cute,” he said.
I nodded. “It’s a new addition to the property. The owners planted it last year. They say they want to cultivate it across all of this open land for people to come walk around in and for kids to enjoy, but we’ll see how that works out.”
He chuckled. “You don’t put much faith in the people that own this place?”
I pointed off to the left. “See that flattened sort of area on top of that small hillside?”
He looked over to where my finger pointed. “Yeah, I see it.”
“Two years ago, they made plans to put in a playground. They haven’t finished it yet. And you see that chalked-off area over there? Where the grass is sort of yellow in some places?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I do.”
“Four years ago, they had plans to put in a pool for the complex. They dropped it to try the playground, then dropped that for the garden.”
He snickered. “Sounds like they need help staying on task.”
I took a big pull from my coffee. “Among other things.”
After that, we sat in relative silence and enjoying our coffee. I watched some bees buzzing around, hopping from flower to flower as they did what they do best. I saw Cole move out of the corner of my eye and tried my best not to flinch, and when he slipped his arm behind me to perch on the edge of the bench, my gut clenched.
On the one hand, I felt completely out of place.
Yet, on the other hand, I wanted to throw myself into his embrace just so I could feel safe again.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Ready to head out?” Cole asked.
I threw back the rest of my coffee. “Ready when you are.”
He stood to his feet and offered his hand. “Would you like to go to the bathroom first?”
I took his hand gratefully and stood. “Nah, I’ll be okay for a little while. Lead the way, handsome.”
He chuckled. “Anything for you, beautiful.”
He didn’t let go of my hand as we walked down the sidewalk, and I liked that. I liked that our fingers intertwined, but he didn’t try to pull anything else. We tossed our empty coffee cups into a nearby trash can before making our way back to his bike, and I almost dreaded the moment where he’d have to let go of my hand.
But when we got to the side of his bike, I realized something.
I’d have to actually get on the damn thing to take a ride.
“Something the matter?” Cole asked.
I snickered. “It’s just that—well—”
He turned his body toward mine. “You’ve never been on a bike before.”
