Page 187 of Tied to You
Oh, she wants to start tryingnow.Fine by me.
“Love birds,” Dean says, making me swing to look at him.
“Perfect timing,” I say, carefully swinging my legs over the side of the chair.
“For what?”
Mollie pointlessly tucks some hair behind her ear. Flustered. “I’m going to go find Janette before we eat cake. Meet me by the barn house?” Her eyes widen, hoping I read her.
I do.Loud and clear, baby.
She walks away, and Dean lifts Finlay from my arms before I stand. “We need to sort something in the barn house.”
He stares at me, a knowing look on his face. “You’re not going to fuck at my kid’s birthday party, are you?”
My lips roll inwards. “Got a few more years to catch up on, mate.” I pat his shoulder, walking around him.
“But we’re about to cut the cake.”
I don’t turn around. “Save me a slice.” I wave my hand above my head.
“Dickhead,” I hear him call me, but I don’t care. I have a woman who loves me who wants to start trying for a baby now. I have somewhere I need to be.
I notice Skitz on his way back from the portaloos set up for the builders who are restoring this place.Don’t stop and talk to me. Don’t stop and talk tome.
“Travis.”
Fuck’s sake.“What’s up?” I ask, not a single fuck given for what he’s going to say. Whatever it is can wait.
“There’s a fence down on the outer grounds. Wondered if the builders knew or if you wanted it fixing?”
I stop in my tracks, the broadest of smiles spreading across my face. I see Mollie mending it the first day she showed up here. I see us with Blackjack and the first time I kissed her in the barn after I fell on my arse. Memories of her car that I kept here for months before one day a tow truck showed up to collect it. Had I known where she lived I would have had it delivered. But I could never find their family home in all the times I searched.
“Uh, no. Leave it. I’ll let Mick know.” He opens his mouth, but I stop him. “Beats was looking for you,” I lie. “Something about helping with the food.”
“Oh. He never said?”
“Well, you better go find out.” I hold out my arm, and he practically skips around me.
Walking with determination, I avoid anyone else, making it to the old barn house that was once our home. There are bad memories here, granted, but there are also good ones too.
We often stay here for weekends or when Janette needs some company when Mick’s really busy. But locking the door behind me, there’s only one thing I want to remember right now, and that’s how happy I feel when I’m making the woman who is my life, happy too.
Following her smell, I slowly nudge open the bedroom door. Mollie’s sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, leaning back on her hands on the bed. She’s undressed apart from her underwear. She knows it’s my favourite on her; a black, skimpy thong.
“Doyouhave any idea how drop dead gorgeous you look right now?”
She smiles, biting her lip, then slowly parts her legs, giving me full access to what’s mine.
I wheeze, my cock dangerously loaded behind my jeans. Walking to her, I undress as I go, getting down to just my socks by the time I’m standing in front of her. I think about taking her mouth, but when I see that she’s shaking having watched me undress, I give her what she wants.
My palm lands on her chest, and I push her to the bed.
Her hair fans around her, and she gives me a smile, her arms going above her head.
Sinking to my knees, I drag her underwear over her thighs, then flatten my palms on her inner thighs, slowly parting her legs. I watch as she opens up for me. “Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”
“Oh, God.”
