Page 109 of Tied to You
He safely rides up alongside me, and I signal for him to carry on to the clubhouse. “Mop can take the coke to Elvis. I’ll catch up.” He gives me a thumbs up and that’s when I throw my bike into action. Leaving her behind, that little box she likes to drive doesn’t stand a chance of keeping up with my Forty-Eight.
I’m gone, leaving her to decide. I know she’ll follow. I know her rage with me is boiling. I’m glad because I’m right there with her. She should never have showed up at Matthew’s house.
Pulling over onto a side road, I keep the bike running while I wait.
True to Mollie, she finds me a few minutes later, her car screeching to a stop next to me.
I rub my eyes, feigning disinterest with her, but inside, I’m just waiting for her to step closer to me.
She rises from her car, slamming the door behind her. The whole thingwobbles it’s that old. It’s only now I notice she’s wearing my shirt, the front tucked into her jeans. I may be pissed, but she looks so fucking beautiful. Her cheeks are flushed, her face angry. My anger hasn’t died down. Neither has my dick, now pressing tight behind my jeans.
Making her way to the front of my bike, I know she’s keeping a barrier between us. As if that will help. Cute. Folding her arms, she stares, her deep, dark browns glowering at me.
Managing to take my eyes off her, I look down and cut the engine, knowing that by not giving her my full attention, she won’t be able to resist taking it. I mentally count down in my head.Three. Two. One.Got her.
She stomps to my side and in one swift move, I’m off my bike and have her in my hold. My hand on her nape squeezes, and she does everything to try and fight me. “I’m so fucking mad with you,” I whisper near her ear. My low voice reverberates through her body. I feel her shiver, see the goosebumps grace her lower arms where her sleeves are rolled back.
She scoffs so loud. But when I push my front into her back, it isn’t an angry jolt or a pull away. No. Mollie rolls her body into mine, her delicious arse pressing against my cock. I want to rip her jeans down and press her against my bike, fuck some sense into her. But that’s what she’s begging me for. The longer I can pretend Idon’twant that, the longer I can keep pretending I hold the fucking power in this relationship.
Spinning her, I grip her chin. “Youreallymessed up tonight.”
I get another scoff. “The way I see it, I got you out of a situation. Again!” She shouts the last word, pushing into my hold.
My lip pulls in the corner. “Maybe,” my fingers flex on her chin, “but thatwillbe the last time, Mollie.”
“You mean you’re giving up on the club?”
“Don’t be smart, Baby Doll.”
“Thought I wasn’t allowed to be.”
My teeth grind together. I know she can see my temples twitching because the look she gives me is one of complete satisfaction. What she did tonight was fucking stupid. But if she hadn’t turned up when she did, we’d have been in the shit. We’d have got out of it, our way, but if I didn’t know it before, I know it now. I’d be lost without this woman. I look down wanting to wring her neck and at the same time, all I want to do is kiss her. Those plush lips are now begging me to take them.
Mollie pushes out her chest, seeing my eyes drop. Like a fucking tease, she then bites that lip. And if there was any fucking doubt that she has the power to cripple me, it’s gone.
“You make me feel fucking weak,” I tell her, desperate. Ravenous. My heart thumping.
Expecting her to challenge me, she does something that makes me fall even fucking harder. She pushes into me, her head tilting back, her mouth below mine. “Then make yourself feel strong.”
Fire dances in my veins. The blood sailing around my body makes my head feel light. “Don’t push me, baby,” I warn, knowing that a hard fuck is exactly what she’s asking for.
“I need you.”
My mind scatters. Hearing those words surges life to my already throbbing cock. She needs me. The woman who turned my world upside down, needsme.Whatever she wants she’ll get. Because any man could love her, but only I will have her heart, the exact fucking way that she has mine.
We collide, arms grappling with each other’s clothes, mouths twisting and screaming for more. Her hands work my belt whilst I undo her jeans and slide them down her legs with force, breaking our kiss only for a second. Then my mouth is back on her neck. I nip and suck, possessively leaving my mark as I grip her thighs, lifting her under her bum. Moving her French knickers to one side, it takes no time at all for me to be inside her.
Mollie throws her head back as I lower her onto me, making sure my base is flush with her. “Shit,” she cries out, before I withdraw and slam myself back inside her again. “Travis!”
She screams so loud, I cover her mouth, slipping two fingers down her throat as my hips begin their assault.
Forwards and backwards I drive, banging my cock hard and deep, my fingers around her body, gripping her with force. Her hold on me begins to ease the more I take from her, so I take a step forward, widening my legs and resting her arse on the saddle. We both look down, watching as I pull back, seeing my cock soaked in her arousal before I slowly push back inside. She feels so warm. So unbelievably made just for me. “Fuck, Mollie.” My cock twitches. I want to love her, butneedto make this hard. I picture seeing her at the house and the way Matthew called her a whore.
That does it. I ram myself home, driving her head back to her shoulderblades again. She screams on a cry, and I do it again. “Watch,” I demand, needing her to watch as I take her.
She tries her hardest to drag her head forward, but each time my hips drive, I send her deeper into her pleasure.
“Fucking watch, Mollie!”
