"Working hard or hardly working?" She questions.
I swallow roughly. She had to use the word hard when talking to me, didn't she? "Working very hard. Teaching a sixteen-year-old how to drive isn't the easiest thing in the world."
"But I'm doing okay."
Lucy has put the car in park, turned it off, and gotten out. She's standing next to me, and I didn't even notice. Reaching down I tousle her hair. "You're managing, but you're going to have to do better to pass that road test."
Molly swings her hips as she walks across the street, a smile on her face as she looks at my sister. "You'll get it. Driving isn't as easy as everyone makes it out to be. It's a big responsibility. Don't let him rush you. That's the worst thing someone can do when teaching you how to drive."
"I'm not rushing her," I argue. "I'm trying to teach her how to back up without having a camera. That's a lost art," I defend myself.
"He is slightly rushing me," she deadpans. "But I've got to get used to it, if I ever want to drive myself."
I tuck my hands in my pockets and rock back on my heels. "Why don't you go inside and get warm. Let me talk to Molly."
Lucy rolls her eyes. "I know you just want to be by yourself with her. I don't know why y'all just don't go out on a date and get it over with." She sighs, heading toward the house.
"So dramatic." I grin at Molly. "A lot like you."
"Fuck you, Dakota." She throws at me, laughing. "She's a really good sister, you're lucky."
"I know I am, but I think you know better than anyone else that I got little to no sleep last night, and this was the last thing I wanted to do. Not because I don't love her, but because my thighs are aching from where I was on my knees thrusting into you. Or do you not remember?"
I'm doing my best to break her. To make her admit that she feels the same way I do. The way she gets this look on her face that says she's not as affected by what the two of us have like I am. I want to rattle her the same way she rattles me.
"I remember," she admits, her voice low.
We're in the middle of my parents driveway, on a busy street, and I can't risk doing what I actually want to. Instead, I say the words low enough for her to hear them. They're for her only. "Good, because if you're not still feeling me between your thighs, then I didn't do my job right."
She opens her mouth, closes it, then opens it again. "Damn Dakota."
"Yeah, now that I have you, I plan on making you my personality, Molly."
She laughs, shaking her head. "The question is, are you going to be able to keep this secret? You and I both know that you can sometimes have loose lips."
How do I tell her that I'll do whatever it takes to keep her in my bed, and texting me at every free moment she has? I don't want to sound desperate, so I shrug. "I guess you'll just have to trust me."
There's a bright sheen left on her lips when she rolls them together. "I do trust you, and maybe that's what scares me the most."
Neither one of us say another word. We just stand here, the silence stretching between us. There's one thing I've learned about Molly and me. With her I can have silence. Before it was always so uncomfortable and I was fighting to fill those moments all the time. My brain was going ninety miles a minute, and I could never get it to turn off. The first night with her though? The one where we decided to throw caution to the wind? My brain finally quieted, and whenever I need it now, I know right where to go.
Although I want to, I don't reach over and cup her chin in the palm of my hand. I'm doing my best to give her the emotions with my eyes. "Don't let it scare you, Pretty Girl. Lean into it, and give me the benefit."
She tilts her head to the side, those green eyes of her twinkling bright. "Maybe I will, Chief."
I roll my eyes. I hate it when she calls me Chief, but there's another part of me that likes it. She doesn't give many people nicknames, and I know how much she respects the real Chief, her grandfather. "See you tonight?" I question, digging my hands further in my jeans to ward off some of the cold.
"Maybe. I'll let ya know. Maybe I'll be washing my hair."
A laugh works its way up from my chest. "You let me know, and I'll be there."
"I know, Dakota. You never disappoint."
And for her? I never want to.
Chapter 2
Molly