Page 18 of Tied to You
Before he does, Sophie’s grunts and moans quicken before she sighs, overand over, her release relaxing her.
My own arousal flutters as I watch Travis quicken his pace, guiding her through her orgasm.
Gripping her hips, his movements become unrelenting, each one hitting her with manic lust. He draws back, and I bite my lip, eager to see him lose control. He’s so close to the edge. In one swift movement, he quickly withdraws, removing the condom, and comes all over Sophie’s lower back and arse, low mumbles and vibrations escaping him.
Sophie pants as he winds down, and I straighten my back knowing I’ve made a grave mistake. Not only have I perved on a private, intimate moment between two people, I now—more than ever, want him to do to me what he just did to her. It’s wrong on so many levels.
He can never know I was here. He can never know how much seeing him so in control and dominating turned me on.
Knowing I have to leave before I’m caught, I lift my foot to walk away when I catch his darkened eyes looking toward where I’m standing.Fuck.Do I move? Do I risk him knowing I’m here? What if he already knows it’s me?How?The door’s barely open, no way he could possibly know it’smestood here. The hallway is also dark. No. As soon as he looks away, I’ll make haste and get the fuck out of here, once and for all.
Then, surprising me, the prick smirks, and I know he knows I’m here. It was a show. For me? To punish me for embarrassing him. Oh my God. Poor Sophie.
Feeling anger bloom in the pit of my stomach, I run, grabbing my phone from my bag. I dial the only person who I can guarantee will come and get me at the drop of a hat.
“Hello,” Henry answers.
“Hi, it’s me.”
“Everything okay?”
I hot-foot it to the main exit, barging my way past the men and women in my way. I’m not rude, but I certainly am not mindful of who these men are. They look at me with sheer disgust. “Uh, yeah. I need a lift, that’s all.”
“Sure. Where are you?”
I make it to the door, pushing it open with a huge sigh of relief. “I’m in Preston. At the biker clubhouse.”
Henry scoffs. “What the fuck are you doing there?”
“Long story. Henry, please, can you come and get me or not?” My hands are shaking, my breath wobbles.
“You’re lucky. I’m actually not that far away. I’ll leave now. Wait somewhere I can see you.”
“Okay.” I look up seeing a bus stop a bit further down the road. “I’ll wait at the bus stop nearby.”
“Alright. I’ll be fifteen minutes.”
He hangs up, and I sigh, placing my phone in my bag.
My head feels heavy. My emotions are colliding with each other. Throwing my head back, I take in a breath of the cold night air. Fuck. What a disaster of a night. I should never have watched Travis. As much as I hate him for what he did, I can’t deny how watching him made me feel.
I zip up my jacket then make my way to the bus stop. After five minutes, the rain begins to pour. I shut my eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of each drop landing on the ground. It’s relaxing. Car headlights pass, and maybe because this was supposed to be a fresh new start for me—I don’t know, but I stand and step into the rain. My head drops back, and I let it wash away the poor start I’ve gotten off to.
I let it cleanse away the past twenty-four hours as if wiping the slate clean, deciding that I can start again tomorrow. It’s peaceful. Calm.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Until it’s not.
I freeze, my head turning to the voice coming from behind me. I blink, my lashes heavy from the rain. “Travis?”
Water soaks my lips as he strides towards me, angry lines creasing his forehead. “Get back inside.”
I shake my head. “No.”
He blinks rapidly. “See enough, did you?”
I frown, and his face tightens. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
