Page 44 of Tied to You
Chapter Ten
MOLLIE
Listening to his heartbeat underneath me, I haven’t moved for at least five minutes. Haven’t wanted to. Maybe he’s waiting for me to move? But he would have said, surely?
I’m overthinking, searching the grey area between what’s black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad.
Noneof what we just did was bad.
Wrong, though? I don’t know.
Is it wrong to have stepped over the line with Mick’s nephew? Certainly. Do I feel bad for doing it? Absolutely not. Do I hope we get to do that again… I bite my lip, feeling the sparks still sizzling around us.
Travis’ hand tenderly strokes up and down my spine, the sensation making me push into him. Neither of us have spoken a word, but we haven’t stopped touching. Exploring.
When his lips gently press to my head, I tilt my head back to look at him. Again, there are no words. Just silence. Silence but understanding. And I know. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
Eyes bounce left and right, his mind probably whirling the same way as mine. Did we make a mistake? Did we give in to something we both wanted but shouldn’t have taken? Perhaps he fucked me to get it out the way? I know he has a reputation. I saw it firsthand at the clubhouse. But what we did wasn’t fucking. He didn’tjustfuck me. We shared an intimacy I haven’t experienced before. I get the feeling he hasn’t either.
Looking down at me, he slides his hand into the back of my hair, holding me still, and I just know he can hear every thought running through my head.
My chest is bouncing up and down with my thoughts, the pressure building in my chest as everything becomes heightened under his watch. I lift my hand, holding onto his strong arm, my nails digging in to steady myself. The need is growing. Want is rife. Desire knocks between my legs, and my heart pulls in anticipation of what we’re about to do. Again.
He’s staring at me, the intensity of how he’s looking at me, so unreal.Jesus. Then he smiles to himself as his eyes drop to my lips.
It’s never like this. There’s never this deep connection. Never more than just sleeping with someone once. What’s happening? In recent years, I’ve only seen Henry. He cares for me, I know that. But this is different.
Travis lowers, pressing his mouth to mine. Then he sucks me in, absorbing my moans as he deepens our kiss, pulling me closer to him. His body is warm like a furnace, a stark contrast to the room we’re in. I’m grateful for the way our chests push together, his strong hands caressing my bare skin.
Intertwined with him, he hooks my leg over his hip, his erection solid against my stomach. Oh God, I can’t get enough.
Ignoring my phone pinging on the bedside table, Travis rolls, pulling me on top of him, my legs naturally parting. I rest my elbows on his large chest, holding his face, my hair draping over to one side, smothering us. I smile down at him between his kisses, feeling him hardening underneath me.
His phone rings, and again, we both ignore it, our kiss deepening. I’m rolled to my back, a slight laugh escaping me as he manages it so effortlessly. He’s smiling. It’s beautiful. I gasp when he devours me, his hands all over me, hot lips finding mine once again.
I loop my arms over his shoulders, my urgency renewed when he slips two fingers inside me, his knee nudging my leg wider. My core burns, the pressure building as he delicately works my body. When he strokes my clit, I whimper into his mouth, and he catches every noise I make like he’s feasting on me.
Seconds later, I feel the telling tightening between my thighs, and my body tenses. I’m blanketed in hot heat, my blood boiling, my head spinning with euphoria.
Moving his mouth to my neck, Travis bites down, and I shatter, my release unexpectedly hitting me like an explosion. It’s fast, the shockwaves reverberating through my entire body with each flick of his fingers. “Travis,” I whimper, my body trembling, my mind wondering if he’s ever had this with anyone else.
“I know,” he says, his fingers still moving, still caressing the soft spot inside.
I whimper again, trying to catch my breath as he steadily slows. Dotting kisses on my neck, his hand slides over my hip toward my breast. He cups it, kneading and rolling, pinching my nipple. “Someone wants you.”
I assume he means him. Then I hear my phone vibrate.Right. I can’t help the sigh that deflates my chest.
Travis doesn’t miss it. “Uh oh.”
I look up, hating that he immediately senses my discomfort. “What?”
He looks at me quizzically. “I don’t know, you tell me.” His hand remains on my boob but slows to a stop.
“It’s nothing.” I wriggle underneath him, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
Travis’ hand slides up my chest, his fingers wrapping underneath my chin around my throat. It isn’t heavy, but he certainly wants to know I’m listening. “You can tell me.” He frowns at himself. This is new to him too.
“I don’t want to bore you.” He doesn’t need to know my sad story anyway.
