Molly could hear the screaming in the next room; Paul was sweating profusely and pacing. "Should we go…"
"No, Vince will lose his shit," Hunter sighed.
"Sounds like Brock's already losing his," Stephanie put in.
"Brock's going to end up hitting him," Paul finally snapped.
The door flung open and he walked past them, extending his hand to Molly. "Come on."
"I'm not…"
"Just come on. I need you for ten minutes."
She followed, her hand in his, until they got to the car. "Brock, what…"
"I'm going home."
"No plane is taking off in this weather."
"Then I'm going to sit my ass in the hotel until I feel a little less like strangling our boss," he snapped at her. She shrank back a little and he sighed, rubbing her shoulders gently. "Listen, I'm sorry. Vince is being Vince and I…"
"I get it. You want the world open to you. I understand," she promised, hugging him tightly. She knew at this point he was wanting to make the best decision for all of them; while she did want him there, she knew it was his decision to make. "You go cool off. I have a match tonight."
He tilted her chin up. "I love you, and I'm going to support you 100%, baby girl. Whatever happens, that changes nothing."
They kissed, holding each other tightly until he pulled away. "I love you," she told him, walking back into the building and immediately being met with an angry Vince. "And I'm getting the angry eyes because…"
"Follow me."
She sort of rolled her eyes as Paul found them. "What are you doing?" he asked lowly.
"Following the boss because I was told to."
"We may as well all three get in here," Vince pointed, motioning for them to sit. "He wants to have the freedom to talk to UFC."
"And?" Paul said.
"He's under contract to me," Vince snapped. "I'm not going to have that bald monkey making offers to more of my talent."
"I wouldn't call Dana White a bald monkey…" Paul put in. "At least not to his face."
"Why am I here?" Molly shrugged.
"Talk to him," Vince said. "Make him want to stay. Give him the good pussy if that's what it takes."
Her mouth dropped open as Paul face-palmed, muttering under his breath. "I don't know what you think I am, but I am SURE as hell NOT some little slut to do your bidding, MR. MCMAHON," she snapped, getting up and walking out of the office.
Vince got up, grabbing her wrist. "Talk to him. You want him here too, I know you do. I can see it in your eyes, Molly. You want him here and not in UFC. You two are taking on the world at this point."
She let out a long sigh. "I'll see what I can do."
When everything was said and done for the night, she walked into the hotel room, seeing Brock shirtless and smiling at her. "Hey. You were amazing out there."
"Well, comes with the territory," she smiled, straddling his lap. His hands immediately gripped her ass and she laughed. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just pissed," he sighed. "Did Vince say anything?"
Molly got up, taking her shirt off. "Apparently, I'm supposed to give you the good pussy and convince you to listen to him."
Brock watched her curiously before getting up as well, taking her breasts in his hands and bending slightly to suck on them. "Really?" he asked between kisses.
"Yeah. I plan on giving you the good pussy, but I also plan on telling you to do whatever the hell you want to do."
He laughed, picking her up and gently tossing her to the bed with a smile. "So either way, I'm getting the best pussy I've ever had?"
Molly nodded, letting him cover her body with his, kissing him deeply. "You've got me forever…"
Brock's teeth scraped her neck as he kissed down her body, licking a trail to her pants as he pulled them off. "So do I get to taste this 'good pussy'?" he asked.
"You can do whatever you want at this point," she sighed, bucking against him as he slid them down, so slowly it made her want to cry out in frustration.
"Eager tonight, aren't you?" he chuckled, letting his tongue slide along her slit until she whimpered. "Oh baby girl…you're sounding like a little puppy, whimpering like that."
"Make me cum, please," she begged.
He started licking her faster, sliding two fingers into her and moving them roughly, hitting her spot over and over again. "Cum, baby girl…cum for me…"
Molly wet his hand with her release, baring her fingernails into his shoulders as she came. "Fuck…"
He stood over her, sliding his pants off and flipping them so she was on top. "Ride me."
She moved slowly at first, pushing him down to the bed. "Fuck you feel so good," she whispered, licking the side of his neck.
"Leave a mark," he whispered to her. It surprised her a little. "I mark you up all the time. Mark me up."
Molly sucked on his shoulder until she was satisfied, touching it gently as she rocked her hips. "I think that's gonna leave a mark for a while," she sighed as he gripped her ass.
"It was hot. Do it again."
She attacked his neck, leaving another, slightly bigger, mark as he slid a finger into her ass. "Brock…"
"Shh, you like it," he smirked as she rocked. "Just a little more…fuck baby girl. You like that?"
She nodded desperately; they'd done ass play a few times, but it was rare. "I do…"
They went on like that for what seemed like forever, until Brock slid his fingers out and rolled them over, hovering over her body as he pushed back into her. "Baby girl…I'm close…can I?"
"Inside me," she whispered.
He kissed the side of her neck as they came together, Molly's legs wrapping tightly around him before he rolled off of her. "Baby girl?"
"Yeah?"
"Have I mentioned lately that I'm REALLY glad I married you?"
Molly laughed, snuggling against him and drawing circles in his chest. "So."
"I'm not going to UFC. At least not yet…but I don't wanna tell Vince that after that bitch-fit he threw."
"Make him sweat it out a week or two," she shrugged. "I'll deal with it."
He tilted her chin up. "I love you."
"I love you too."