Page 57 of Molly

“Ryan, you made me feel confident enough to wear this today.You. I'm wearing it for me, not for anyone else. Let them look.”

He growls. “You are mine. Mine to look at.” He pauses and runs his hands down my side, reaching around to grab my ass. “Mine to touch.”

I roll my eyes. “Ryan, Emma is right over there.” I jerk my head to the side. Thankfully, she's busy making a sandcastle and didn't notice.

He hisses and removes his hands so quickly it's comical. “Shit, sorry.”

I pat his chest. “I'm yours. You know that. Please calm down.”

“Mmmm. I'll try,” he replies, pouting.

I shake my head at him and walk over to my girl. I crouch down next to her and admire the sandcastle she created. “This is beautiful, Em."

“Fanks. It's a pwincess castle,” she replies.

“Em, you want to come for a swim?” Ryan calls out from behind us.

Her little head jerks up, and her eyes go wide. “Yes!” She runs to Ryan’s side, take his hand, and drags him towards the water.

I sit in the sand, letting the sun warm my skin, and watch them splash around. The way Emma looks at Ryan as he swings her around is so beautiful. She deserves a man in her life who treats her the way Ryan does.

It's there, on the beach, that I realise he's already become a part of our family. No matter how terrifying it is, I just need to sit back and enjoy the ride.

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RYAN

“You were a very, very, bad girl today, Molly,” I whisper into her ear and chuckle softly as she sucks in a breath. I look down, my eyes roaming over her body, spread out beneath me on the white quilt in her tiny black bikini. “You let every man on that beach look at you, let them get their fill of your beautiful body.”

“I didn't let them,” she replies, rolling her eyes.

“See, I think you did.”

“Ry,” she moans as I lean down and lick between her tits.

I bite one of her nipples through her bikini, and she groans. It pebbles perfectly, pointing at me through the thin material. “Do I need to show you what happens when you let other men look at what's mine, Molly?”

“Yessss,” she hisses as I pull the triangle covering her tit to the side and lick a circle around the same nipple I just bit.

“I was hoping you'd say that,” I whisper, taking it into my mouth and sucking.

She rakes her hands through my hair and holds my head in place. I use my hand to undo the strings holding her bikini bottoms to her body and then trail it up her side, to her throat. I wrap my hand around it and tilt her head back, forcing her eyes to lock on mine.

“Who does this body belong to, baby?”

“You,” she whispers without hesitation.

“That’s fucking right. Me.” I squeeze a little harder, and she lifts her hips, rubbing her barely covered pussy against my shorts.

“You need something baby?”

“You, please, you,” she moans as I grind my hips down onto her.

“I don't know if you've earned that.”

I move the other side of her bikini, leaving both of her gorgeous breasts on display.

“Please,” she moans as take her nipple in my mouth again.

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