Molly loved to do things for charity. She did a lot that was based on what her father did since they were close. She needed to branch out, though, and see what else was out there. She wasn't one to donate to many things, but she gave her time where she could.

The park was full of animals, and she had debated getting a cat for a while. It would survive her long hours working as a lawyer and still be fine as long as she got machines that helped her feed, water, and clean up after the cat. Her apartment was fine with having cats inside, as well as dogs, but a dog was just too much work.

Molly paused as she took in the large area that had a fence around it. Inside, there was a whole bunch of cats and kittens, as well as a guy who was letting them all play with him. She watched as his big hands were careful as he would pick them up and hand them off to whoever asked for one. It looked like he was having the time of his life. She kept on moving around to where she could take him in.

When she got around to get a look at his face, she was shocked to see it was Rocker. It wasn't that she was shocked that Rocker could be gentle; it was that he was there at all. She knew him a little from her father's work, but they had never talked before. She wasn't even sure that he had ever paid any attention to her before. There was, of course, the squad that sucked up to her to make sure her father wasn't pissed at them for being mean, but Rocker's squad wasn't one of them, and Rocker never sucked up to anyone like that.

Rocker looked up, and his gaze darted over the area before he looked back at Molly, shocked to see her there, just as she was shocked to see him as well.

"Rocker," Molly said.

"Molly, what brings you here?"

"I was looking for a cat to adopt to have someone to come home to."

Rocker crooked a finger. Molly looked for a way in, and an attendant opened a section that had a raised section she would have to step over to stop the kittens from getting out while the gate was open. Molly made her way over to him. She sank down to her knees before shifting to the side. Once she was down, she noticed a kitten that was sitting in Rocker's lap. It looked like it was content to be where it was.

The kitten started to yowl at the world when Rocker started to pull it out of its little nest.

"Do they have a name?"

"No, just baby screamer, that's all she does is scream unless she's happy." Rocker handed her over to Molly.

Molly tucked the kitten close to her body, and the kitten settled down really quickly. The purr started up next.

"The mom got sick after the kittens were born. My new neighbor has been fostering them, and they all kind of fell in love with me when I helped her give them baths after they got into her flour."

"And so you brought him here?"

"She's a little older, and while she can get around her place and to the doctor and such, the park is a little much for her. So I told her I would bring them. Then they stuck me in here."

"Well, big guy, tiny cat, it kind of pulls them in." Molly laughed, and she looked up into Rocker's face, and she saw the look in his face as he looked at her.

There was a pull there.

"New place?"

"When Val served me with divorce papers, I didn't want to stay there anymore in the house that we had been making. So I took my stuff and left. Turned out she didn't want it either and was pissed that I just left the house to her. So we sold it, and the money was split down the middle while we were going through the divorce."

Molly hadn't even known that Rocker was married, but then she remembered a thing about a threatening letter and her father telling her that it was all from a SWAT member's wife because of the reforms that were being brought up. She wondered if that was him, and if it was, why had he stayed with her? Then again, Molly knew that love made people do stupid things. She wasn't going to ask about it.

"You are in the spin class with me," Rocker said.

Molly looked at the kittens who were trying to get back into Rocker's lap, and she kept ahold of the one that she had been given. She was going to be leaving with that one that day.

"Am I?"

"I stay in the back because it's just better that way. I noticed you a few weeks ago but didn't think it was a good idea to make myself known since you weren't really talking to anyone at all," Rocker said.

"I do go there just to work out, to relieve stress in my body. You could approach me and talk, though," Molly said. She swallowed and looked up into Rocker's gaze again. She could see the wariness in his eyes. "My father has no control over any part of my life. I'll let him know things when it's time for him to know. I've not told him shit about anyone that I have dated since Street and I broke up."

Rocker swallowed, and he nodded his head. He still looked a little unsure.

"My father will not actually care if you go and ask him for permission, Rocker. He'll react the same way, and then you'll have to deal with him being a bigger asshole about it at work. If we become serious, we can make sure that he knows."

"Seems like playing with fire."

"He'll react like a normal person, or I'll make sure that he regrets it. Don't worry about him; just worry about me."

Rocker nodded his head. He smiled and, without even looking, picked up the kitten, trying to climb him. He was deft with the movements that he did. It was like a dance he had done before. She wasn't shocked when he dropped the kitten down into his lap again. It climbed out and then took off for the other side of the little area they were in, going for another kitten.

"And what makes you think that I would even entertain a date with you?" Rocker asked.

Molly just grinned at him.

"Really?" Molly asked. She leaned forward, knowing what the bra and shirt combo she had on would do, but Rocker's eyes never once looked down. He was still looking at her face. She liked the challenge.

"Really."

Molly liked the challenge.

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Molly opened the door to her place and showed Donny inside. It was their third date, and she had things planned well. The divorce was going to be done soon, and Molly knew that she wasn't a rebound for him. Hell, she had helped him with certain parts from a legal point of view when his divorce lawyer hadn't done well at explaining things.

They hadn't gone back to either place in the wake of the first or second evening date. Molly didn't count the coffee or snacks that they sometimes did in the wake of their spin class. No, she loved those, but evening dates were the ones that she counted. She missed sex, and she wanted it. So, she was going to make sure that she got what she wanted.

"Your place is nice," Donny said as he turned to take it in.

Molly watched as he clocked the windows and the doors to the rooms. Then, the door that she was shutting and locking up for the night. He wasn't going to leave unless he wanted to. She didn't want him to.

"Thanks. The closed door is the guest bathroom. The main bathroom is off my bedroom. You can look around if you want, get to know the windows and doorways."

"I'll be fine; I'll do that when I'm getting ready to head home."

"Or you could stay the night," Molly said. She stepped forward. She knew that she was going to have to make the moves in the relationship. She didn't mind that. Not only was Donny a gentleman, but he was also just shy about being forward when there was her father and Donny's job between them.

Molly placed a hand on his chest and backed him toward the couch.

"Where is Menace?" Donny asked.

"Probably in my bedroom. She likes to sleep in there when I'm not home." Molly pushed him down onto the couch, and she hiked up her skirt a little to allow herself to sit on his lap, leaving no room for anything but what she wanted. She could feel his cock in his jeans, but there was no hardness there yet. She let him shift until he was settled, and then she leaned in to kiss him.

Donny kissed her like he had when he had dropped her at her car after they had gone for ice cream after their second date. Like he wanted to devour her, but he wasn't touching like he wanted this to go anywhere, so she took things into her own hands. She reached and took his hand, sliding it up her thigh to where he was touching just the edge of the panties she had put on just for him. Rocher shuddered, and it was like it was all he needed before one of his hands cupped the back of her head and held her in place while the other moved back to cup her ass and bring her closer to him. he was getting hard in his jeans, and she could feel how thick he was. She hadn't had sex with someone that thick in a long time, but that had been some of the best sex of her life. She had been sad when he had left college before her and gone home. They hadn't been anything other than friends with a lot of good benefits.

"I didn't bring condoms," Donny said.

"That's a good thing I did, and I remembered what you looked like in spin class; your shorts really don't do well at covering up how big you are. They are in the bedroom, but I can go and get them, or we can move in there."

"Where do you want to do this?"

"Well, even if we move in there, we are staying with me on top, so I guess it depends on what you want to see of me."

Donny groaned, and he dropped his head down to look at her. His gaze darted down her body a little, and then he nodded toward the bedroom. "Only because I want to make sure that we aren't attacked."

"Menace will be upset about her sleep being interrupted, but she will get over it."

Donny stood up, carrying her with him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on as they headed for the bedroom. Once they were inside the room, Donny set her down. He walked over to the bed to get Menace off it. The kitten was still sleepy, so it didn't register until Donny was shutting the door. She made her ire known for a few seconds before leaving. Molly headed over for the condoms she had bought a few days before. She got out two because she was more interested in being prepared than anything else. She turned to face him. Donny was staring at her. She was still in court clothes because she had to work after the court session had ended, and she had been willing to be late to the date if Roker wanted her dressed down like he was since he had already been waiting for him, but he had told her to come as she was.

"Like what you see?" Molly asked.

Donny nodded his head. He grinned before walking around the bed; he lifted her hair off the nape of her neck and kissed it before he reached down and started to work on getting her shirt open. The bra she was wearing matched the panties, and she knew that she looked good in red. Donny kept on kissing the back of her neck, then to the side and down her shoulder as he worked her shirt off her arms. Then his hands were cupping her breasts. She had a good-sized set of them, and his hands made them feel small, but then he was moving, and her nipples were tweaked with the way he closed his fingers around them, and then he was rocking into her. He was harder, it seemed, or at least he was bigger. The jeans had to make him feel like he was being constrained inside them.

Then Donny was turning him around; she looped her hands over his shoulders and kissed him. She loved the way that his hands felt on her. It was so fucking good. She rocked into him as much as she could, and then, when she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of her, she broke the kiss. She waited for him to get his hands on her hips before she pushed him toward the bed.

"Naked," Molly said.

Donny worked on his jeans first. Then his sneakers were kicked off while Molly got out of her flats. She left her bra on but skimmed her hand down her sides to get her skirt off. Donny pushed in, getting his under off to take in the red bra and panty set on her before she started to work even faster.

"On my back?"

Molly nodded. She waited for him to get on the bed, naked, before she climbed on. She still had just her bra on because she wanted to see his mouth on her tit with the bra still on her. She wanted that mental image of the red lace in his mouth as he worked her. Then she would take it off. She braced a hand on his chest to get her pussy right where she wanted it, which was right on his cock, rocking up and down and spreading her wetness on him. She knew that she was wet for him, just for him.

"Tease," Donny said as he waited for her to take her hand off him before he sat up, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking, getting it all wet. His hands were on her ass, rocking her just enough to make sure that his cock was getting some friction on it. She loved the feeling of how thick he was. Sometimes, she would get him off just like this, riding him like this and talking about the filthy things that she wanted to do to him and the things that she wanted him to do to her.

"It's only a tease if I don't plan on giving you what you want. How about you get that condom ready?" Molly scooted back and waited for him to reach for the condom before she started to take off her bra. It felt good to be free of the fabric, finally. It looked good, but damn, she sometimes really hated them.

Molly watched as he rolled the condom down his cock, making it look easy. She would have to see if she still had the skills to do that herself. "And you don't mind being on the bottom?"

"And see a beautiful woman on top of me? Breasts on display as she moves and fucks my cock? Not at all. I'd even get on my hands and knees and let you peg me, Molly."

Molly had never thought about that before. The idea didn't make her want to run screaming. They would have to get something where she could do it, but finding good sex and leather shops would be easy for them with the jobs they had.

"So, what you are saying is that you don't have an idea of taking it means you are less of a man?" Molly asked. She moved to straddle him better, getting her hands on his cock and stroking up and down. She was wet, and she hoped that they didn't have to use any lube. She wanted to feel him without it. She rubbed the head back and forth across her folds, getting it nice and slick but also teasing him again.

"I don't care as long as it's consensual sex," he said.

Molly held his cock, and she slowly slipped down on him, getting the head all wet before she pulled up again. She was going to go at her own pace and see how long he could hold on for.

It wasn't until she was near the end of what she was teasing him with that she remembered that he was a SWAT officer. He was trained to wait. It obviously meant all of his life as well because when she finally pressed her skin to his skin, and he was fully inside of her, all he did was grin at her.

"I'll make you lose control one of these days," Molly planted a hand on his chest again, and she rocked on him a little bit before she lifted and started to fuck herself on his cock. "I'll make you hold me down and take what you want because you are chasing pleasure, not this control."

Donny gripped her hips, and he guided her at the pace that he liked; the good thing was that it felt so damned good.

"I'm going to get tested," Molly said.

"My last tests were clean."

"Mine have been a few rounds of sex with people ago. I have nothing that would get me sick, but I want to be sure. Then I want you to eat me out. I want you on your knees, face smeared with me."

"I'd eat you out all day. Every time you wanted it, I would do it."

Just that thought made Molly orgasm. She gripped onto what she had of his flesh, and Donnny kept rocking inside of her, his hips moving in ways that she had never known anyone to move. It made her orgasm last out, and she slumped down into him, panting as she tried to recover from the best orgasm she had ever had in her life. She felt as if there was such a thing as an orgasm that made her see a God; that was it.

"There you go, ride it out," Donny whispered into her ear as he slowly let his cock rest inside of her. It felt so fucking good just to be allowed to rest as he tried to get her head around such an orgasm.

Donny worked his hands up and down her back, cupping her ass and grinding her into him as he started to work her up again, slowly, ever so slowly. She might be on top, but this time, he was the one in control. She let him do what he wanted, which was just something close to making love to her while touching her so much. She had never felt so cherished.

She came again with her tits pressed to Donny's chest, his hand on her ass, moving her just how he wanted as he came. She didn't move this time, staying right where she was because she didn't want to rip the condom. She let Donny move her down onto the bed and put her on her back, spreading her legs.

"Want a third?" Donny asked.

"Yes," Molly hissed as his hand cupped her mound, and then his fingers slipped inside of her.

"You are so wet. Do you get wet like this most of the time?"

Molly nodded. She had boyfriends who hated it, men who found it wrong, and others who thought that her getting wet like that meant she was enjoying sex more than she should, which meant she dropped them like a hot potato. Two of Donny's fingers were enough to make her moan and feel the way that even those filled her up after his cock had been inside of her. His hand moved, and then his thumb was at her clit, and his fingers found the inside point. She couldn't help[ but cup her tits; the way that they clenched made her want something on there.

Donny pressed himself to her, getting a nipple in his mouth, slipping the other under her head to cup her other tit in that hand, and his hand inside of her worked her like he did this every single day. There was nowhere for Molly to move, and there was nowhere that she wanted to move. All she felt was pleasure from being played like she was an instrument and he worshipped at the altar of it.

There was no preparing for the orgasm that hit her; his hands only stilling when she was done. Molly lay there, and she swore that she was going to pass out from too much. Donny released her tits, and then he calmed her down with his hand, his wet hand that was trailing her wetness all over her body. She could feel it where she was sweat-covered, and the wetness made her feel it even colder as the air conditioning kicked on to cool the place.

"You are so sweet," Donny said.

"I am getting tested tomorrow because I need to see your head between my legs with no barrier."

"I could cut a condom into a dental dam."

"No barrier," Molly said.

"Whatever you want."

"Do you actually like it?" Molly asked; she turned a little, leaning into him. He wrapped her in his arms, slinging a leg over her thighs.

"I do. There are not a lot of what is considered normal sex acts that I don't like. When you get into the kinky stuff, there is a conversation to be had there."

Molly laughed because she had never thought of herself as kinky, but the idea of getting him on his knees to eat her out and then fuck his ass made her think that maybe it was because she had never had someone who she actually clicked with get that kind of relationship.

"Hmm, we can figure it out."

"Does your Dad have a key?"

Molly laughed, and she kissed what skin she could get to on Donny. "Yes, but he doesn't use it unless I'm not home and he's dropping off something or working on something. Or I should be home, and I'm not answering the door, which usually means I'm in the shower."

"So, as long as you are home, we are fine. I just won't wait for you at the door for anything."

Molly laughed even harder. She knew that Donny wasn't scared of her father, not in that way, but at him finding out in any way other than her telling him. That would come later when she was sure of what she wanted. So far, they were working out well, but time would tell.

"I won't say I'll protect you from him, but I will make him aware of the boundaries that are in our relationship."

"Sleep?" Donny asked.

"Clean up first, and you can play in the water. The shower in this place is a playground."

Donny growled a little, and he seemed to like that idea, so Molly didn't balk when he got out of bed quickly. It was good to see him excited about anything.

The End