Page 65 of Tied to You
I close the door behind me with my foot. “Good fucking question. But we don’t have time to argue about that now. Where is he?”
The lights in the kitchen are off, but I can see the way Dean looks at me, like he won’t say a word whilst Mollie’s listening. His face is tight, loads of lines pulling across his head. With everything I’ve got, I try to ignore the way Mollie keeps tugging to pull her arm free from my hold.
But I can’t. “Stop fucking fighting me!” I shout so harshly, even Dean straightens.
I miss it. Miss the draw of her hand pulling back. But I feel it. The harsh sting to the side of my face as she connects her palm, the one not in my hold,directly to the side of my face. “Go to hell!”
I straighten my jaw with my free hand. “Oh, Baby Doll, you’ve already dragged me there.”
Her chest rises and falls, the steady bounce of her breasts really fucking hard to ignore.
“You two done?”
“Barely fucking started,” I snap. “Now, where the fuck is he?”
The sound of feet coming down the stairs sounds.
“Apparently, on his way to us,” Dean says sarcastically under his breath.
“Shit,” I whisper through gritted teeth.
Dean moves first, hiding himself behind the kitchen door.
I see a cupboard door behind Mollie.
She quickly peers over her shoulder, following my eyes, then snaps her head back to me. “You wouldn’t.”
“Sorry.” I shrug, opening the door and pushing her inside.
She grimaces and curses me under her breath as I force myself inside too, pulling the door closed and blanketing us in more darkness. Our bodies push up against each other, and sucking in some air, I beg my dick to settle. Just for one fucking minute, I will it to calm the fuck down.
The light switches on, and the sound of giggling comes from the other side of the door. I feel Mollie’s body move left to right slightly as she shifts her weight. Is she doing that on purpose just to fucking irritate me? She has no idea how fucking important it is that we get this guy on board tonight. Why would she.
My eyes begin to adjust, and I see her struggling like me. Good. Time apart hasn’t changed a thing. At least I’m not alone here.
More giggling. “Stop, Tim. She could come in here any minute.”
Mollie lets out a gasp. Shocked.
I look at her as best I can, trying to read her face.
Her lips are parted, her eyes narrowed. She moves without thinking, pressing her ear to the door as I’m forced to pivot, making way for her.
Great. Now I’m standing behind her, her arse jutting out the closer to the door she presses herself.Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
“Did you hear something?” the girl says, in between giggles. The sound of someone kissing her and distracting her is clear.
Mollie straightens, and I can feel the anger radiating off of her. Before Ican stop her, though, she pushes open the door with a bang. Fortunately, the door swings back enough so that they can’t see me. “Sarah?” Mollie says. She knows her?
“Oh my God, Mollie. What are doing here?” the girl says, stunned.
“I could ask you the same question.” I dip, watching through the small gap as Mollie folds her arms, shifting her weight to one foot, accusingly.
“I was just… we were.” The girl stammers, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
“We were doing nothing. More importantly, young lady, why the hell are you in my broom cupboard?”
I don’t like his tone with my girl. I go to push out from my hiding place.
