Chapter Sixteen
TRAVIS
I close my eyes, hearing the bang of the door. I knew she’d be unable to let me get away with telling her we’re done. I have no right. Not after everything. The way I know we’re going to clash and fight has me bracing myself, preparing for her wrath. But inside, I’m thanking whatever gods are out there, fucking glad that she chose to challenge me, like I knew she would. It means she’s here. And whether she wants to fight me, talk, shout, kick or scream, I’ll take it all. Because it means she’s right here with me. In the chaos.
Our chaos.
“We’re done?” she calls, no fucks given to my brothers all watching.
Unlike Mollie, them I do care about. This should be handled in private. Not on show to be the talk of the town. I already know Rocco has his opinions on distractions. I don’t want to add fuel to the fire. That’s not my style.
Turning, I come face to face with her, seeing her pent-up frustration. Beautiful. “We’re not doing this here.” I sound so controlled, but my hands are trembling. I grip her elbow, turning her, marching her to the bedroom, the only other room with a lock. I nudge her inside, closing and locking the door behind me.
I should have anticipated it. Mollie’s vicious right-hand lands against my cheek as I face her. Her go-to reaction with me whenever she’s stressed. I hate that she’s this angry, but seeing her this passionate, stirs my need to feel everything with this woman.
Love. Hate. Anger. Pain. I want to feel it all. More than anything, I want to show her that with me, she can be anyone she wants to be. She doesn’t have to prove anything. Doesn’t need to be anything other than herself. If that’s what I can give her, then she can hit me as many times as she fucking likes.
“You’re a fucking arsehole!” she shouts, her chest bouncing, her hands balled into fists.
I push off the door. “I know.”
She thinks about hitting me again, her eyes locked on where, no doubt, my cheek has already turned red.
Our eyes then meet, and her lips slightly part on a lost breath.
“Mol—”
She cuts me off, closing her eyes. “Don’t! Don’t you dare try to tell me anything other than you’re sorry.”
So I do just that. “I’m sorry.”
My words make her suck in another breath. She’s struggling not to cry. “What?” She looks so confused, her eyes filling like puddles.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her again, taking a step closer to her.
Naturally, she backs up in her heels. She then turns her palms to the ceiling, her small bag hanging off her wrist as her shoulders hunch. “For what?” Her voice shakes. “For claiming me when I was dancing with Henry?”
I frown, not wanting to picture another man’s hands on her.
“Or for dragging me to come and watch you beat another man to a pulp? Or,” she drags out the word, “for making me your fucking getaway driver?”
“All of it,” I snap at her. “Except for posh boy. That I won’t apologise for. Ever.”
Mollie insults me by laughing. “You’re fucking ridiculous.” She shrugs her shoulders like it’s nothing that another man wants her.
“Me?” I counter. “Coming from the woman wearing that.” I wave my hand up and down, my eyes trailing over her body. “Did you just wear this tonight as some form of punishment?”
She laughs but it’s twisted. “I didn’t know I would see you!”
That’s true. But. “But you knew you’d see him?”
Her eyes pinch. Her back straightens. “Fuck you.”
“No, fuck you, Mollie. You drive me fucking crazy.” I get my face up in hers, my forehead pressing against the top of her head. This woman drives me insane whilst simultaneously making me feel the most alive I ever have.
My eyes burn into hers. “Did you kill him?” Mollie’s question throws me. Her voice is suddenly no longer laced with venom.
I stand down. The guilt and anger at myself for dragging her in there, overriding me. I was an idiot to do it. “Why does that matter?” I dodge her question.
She pushes against my head. “Because you made me an accomplice.”
Fuck. We didn’t kill him. She isn’t an accomplice to anything that could fall back on her. “You could have run.” I move my head forward a fraction, my eyes falling to her plush lips.
She’s quiet for a second. “You told me not to.”
And that in itself screams volumes. “Will you listen now?” I ask softly, my heart kicking in my chest.
She takes an unsteady breath but remains silent.
I pull back to get a better look at her. “Mollie?”
She’s thinking, her chocolate eyes searching the depths of mine.
Lifting my hands, I cup her face, angling her head back. My fingers curl in the back of her hair, and she tries to suppress a moan.
I move my right hand to her throat, cupping under her chin, my left still firmly in place. How I could throttle her for making my life so fucking complicated and so bloody… full. “Will you listen to me, Mollie?”
She swallows, her eyes dropping to my mouth.
I lick my lips, my heart hammering, my soul on fire.
“Yes,” she purrs, and it’s my undoing.
“Kiss me,” I order.
Without touching me, my hold still firmly in place, Mollie raises to her toes, pressing her lips to mine.
My fingers around her throat flex, forcing me to capture another moan that leaves her.
Neither of us were expecting to fall for the other. Neither of us could have anticipated the pull we both feel towards each other. But I am sure there’ll be no more resisting. No more denying each other. This is it. Come hell or high water, in this moment, this is us starting something we didn’t know we needed.
Our kiss starts slow, our heads moving in time with each other as our lips and tongues explore. Mollie raises her hands, letting her bag drop from her grip before she’s twining her fingers in my hair.
Neither of us break eye contact. Watching. Making sure we’re both here, for good this time. I snake my hand from her hair to around her waist, pulling her body closer to me, feeling her trembling. “I’m here,” I tell her, making her relax. “I need you, Mollie.” My honesty comes as a shock. To her, and to me.
Our kiss breaks momentarily, and she looks up to me. She’s still silent, but her hands move to my neck, her thumbs on my cheeks. “I’m scared I need you, too.”
I smile, relieved. “Don’t be scared, baby.”
She kisses me again, still slowly. “Do you see me?” she asks, keeping her lips close to mine.
Both my hands trail down the curve of her spine, forcing her to push into me. I settle them on her hips, holding her steady. “I see you. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. I see you , Mollie.”
She pulls back. “And I see you.”
We collide, our bodies pressing against each other. Lost. Leaving behind everything up until this moment. Desperation and hunger for one another makes us both unstable, our feet constantly shifting as we push and pull at one another.
We need to fuck. Reconnect.
My cock twitches, the blood rushing to it making it painful. “I need you, Mollie.” My hands slide from her hips to under her thighs where I lift her, making sure she wraps her legs around me. The slit of her dress shifts, exposing one leg. I can’t help myself. My hand dips under the material, feeling her soft skin under my touch. Jesus. I keep moving my hand until I’m cupping her, feeling the heat between her thighs. “You’re so wet.” I can feel her arousal through the thin material barely covering her pussy.
Mollie’s fingers pull at my hair. “Only for you.”
I smile between our kisses. “Only for me.” My fingers then nudge past the seam of her thong and I push inside her.
“Oh, Travis.” The tone of her voice has me pushing deeper into her warm cunt.
“I’m going to fuck you, Mollie, then I’ll love you ‘til the sun rises. And even then I’ll keep on loving you.”
“Please,” she whispers, catching her breath as my fingers curl, making her arch her back, her breasts pushing into my chest.
“Please what? ”
“Fuck me. Love me. All of it, Travis. Give me all of it.” Then her mouth’s on me, and I walk her to the wall, pushing her flat against it. I grab both hands with mine and raise them above her head, removing my other fingers, pushing them to her clit, feeling it pulsing under my touch as she tightens her legs around me.
“Like that, baby?”
Her head throws back. “Yes,” she hums all breathy.
I pull her thong up at the front, pressing it against her clit, feeling her squirm against the friction.
Her hips begin to rise. “Travis!” she groans, throwing her head forward. “I need you!”
I don’t stop my assault of driving her wild, circling my hand on her clit. She cries out one more time, and I flex my fingers holding her arms before letting them go.
“Hold onto me.”
She listens, lowering her arms, wrapping them around my neck, her legs squeezing me tighter.
I undo my belt, quickly freeing my dick, then my tip brushes against her wetness. Jesus. I’m going out of mind, losing myself in her, and I’m not even in her yet.
Tearing the thong off to the floor, Mollie jolts with a lustful smile plastered on her face. I line myself up. “Are you on the pill?” I don’t want to kill the moment, but for fear of having kids, I’ve never had unprotected sex with a woman. This will be a first for me.
“Yes.”
My dick nudges her entrance, and a small part of me falters, hating that I’m not her first.
“Are you clean?” she asks me, her mind whirling just like mine.
I search her face before finding her eyes, feeling her gaze penetrating mine deeply. “I don’t fuck women unprotected, Mollie.”
She smiles after a second, her body sagging slightly. “You called me a woman again.”
I return her look of satisfaction. “Only a woman could capture my heart the way that you have, Baby Doll.”
“My biker boy has fallen.”
“Head, fucking, first.” I pull her hips down .
“Oh, fuck!” she wails, her head going back again, eyes closing.
I’m halfway in, the tightness of her pussy like nothing I’ve ever felt before. “Jesus,” I bellow. The friction as she tries to lift has my hips already jerking. “Don’t move, baby,” I tell her. I slowly lower her at my pace, watching as her lips part the deeper I venture. “You’re so, fucking, tight.”
“Travis,” she whimpers. “I need you to move.”
I do as she says, lifting her then sliding her slick pussy down, over my cock.
“Oh, God!” Her legs tighten. Her fingers gripping my hair harder. It feels incredible.
Shifting my feet, making my stance wider, I hold her hips steady before pulling back slowly, then slide into her again. It’s tormenting, for me and for her. I lift her, losing my breath, ramming my mouth into her neck. “Fuck.”
“Travis,” she moans, her body wriggling as she slides down, creating friction. “Just do what you said.”
I kiss my way up her neck to her ear, nibbling her lobe between my teeth. “I can’t remember what that was.” I do. I just want to hear her say it.
Her cheeks pull against the side of my face as I withdraw leisurely. She knows my game. “Fuck,” she moans, lifting her chin higher, giving me access to her throat.
I suck, lick, kiss, and bite my way across to her other ear as my hips thrust forward with a little more force, filling her.
“Fuck, yes.” Mollie’s chest moves erratically.
I hold myself in deep. “Are you ready?”
“Yes. Now, fuck me.”
I smile at her words, pulling my head back so we’re looking at each other. I cock a brow, and she mimics me, blowing out her breaths, her feet locking, pushing me in deeper. Challenging.
“Whatever you want, Baby Doll.” I thrust, hitting her hard and deep.
She cries out, her voice somewhere between a grunt and moan.
I thrust again, my fingers tightening on her thighs. I’m wracked with pleasure from my head all the way to my fucking toes. Dipping my mouth, my teeth nip at the exposed parts of the tops of her breasts.
“Travis.” Her walls start tightening on my cock as I continue to pound into her. “I’m going to… oh…” Her body quivers. Her muscles tighten .
I rear back then hammer forward with one ruthless drive. Slamming my mouth to hers, I swallow her orgasm, her lips trembling against mine. Fuck . Watching her come. Feeling her body taking what it needs… my heart accelerates, my knees suddenly shaking with my need to find my own release.
As her eyes find the room, I wait for her to look at me. “Now, are you ready?” I ask, slipping out of her, my hand finding her throat as her legs lower to the floor.
I don’t miss the widening of her eyes. She looks confused but there’s no challenge. Only desire. She wants more. I see it in her eyes and the chewing of her lip. “Tell me you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” she breathes.
I smirk, ready to show her how crazy I am for her. “Good.” I spin her, pressing her face to the wall. I scrape the locks of hair that hang down on her neck, honing in on her flesh as my front presses into her back.
Mollie’s head faces the ceiling, her breathing turning heavier.
I bite down on her shoulder, drawing an excited moan from her. “Travis.”
Grabbing her hip, I pull her arse to me, my cock locked and loaded. I look down, rolling her dress in my fingers, raising it to her hips with both hands. I trail my eyes from her ankles to her arse. In these heels, her legs look twice as long. “Fuck, Mollie.” I take a breath, exhaling heavily. My cock weeping.
Then I see it. The tattoo I’ve seen before, but never in this way. It halts me. I try to ignore the jab of pain in my chest as my feet stagger back a fraction, slightly breaking our closeness.
“Travis?”
My palms on her waist move the dress up higher.
Looking over her shoulder, Mollie waits for me. “What is it?”
The tip of my dick slides against her hole, her arousal slick across the end. The sight of her pussy waiting for me sends me out of this world. “You’re mine .” My thumb traces over the M. Then the I. Followed by the N and the E. The word Jasmine dances across her soft skin, but they’re the only letters I can see.
She knows what I’m going to do. I feel her brace, her shoulder blades pulling together as she readies herself.
I slam into her, pulling her hips back onto me. My jaw locks, my head flying back .
So. Fucking. Perfect.
She screams. “Travis!”
I growl, kicking her legs wider, forcing her body to crumple, her head falling into her folded arms against the wall. Like a man possessed, I grunt, my hips then moving piston paced, banging into her as I chase my release.
She takes it all, suppressing her screams in her arms. Everything I have to give, Mollie accepts. Every thrust of my hips. Every bang. Every knock. She never falters.
It drives me wild, solidifying my feelings that came from out of fucking nowhere and blindsided me. This woman will be the death of me. My life will never be the same because of her. Whatever’s to come my way. I know she’ll be at the centre of it all.
Skating one hand up to her hair, I take the knot on the back of her neck, curling my fist around it. I pull her head back, her chin now pointed to the sky.
Mine.
Mollie’s palms then press flat on the wall, and her hips begin to rock, meeting my drives. Jesus. There’s no doubt about it now. She was made for me.
Then I fuck her. Like my life depends on it, I fuck her, hard and fast. And my mind? The thing that’s always felt jaded, like something was missing. It’s finally free. Finally clear. Our chaos is uniting and we’re both drowning in it, losing ourselves in this blissful state that we’ve found with each other. My body’s moving of its own accord, knowing exactly what to give her and what to take.
With a hiss, my body clenches, and my orgasm tears through me, ripping me to shreds. My legs buckle, and I hold her hips, emptying myself in her. Deep. “Fucking hell.” My heart’s banging so hard, I feel like I might pass out.
I’m still seeing stars, still coming, when Mollie pushes herself away from the wall, looking at me over her shoulder.
All I see are those eyes. I pull her back by her hair, instantly greedy. Instantly hungry for more. I seal my lips to hers, my hand wrapping around her throat to hold her steady as she settles back on my cock.
She moans, her eyes rolling into her head whilst she holds onto my neck with her hand, deepening our kiss. She’s hungry for more, too. “Travis.” Her voice is so gentle. She’s spent, but I’m not finished with her yet.
“Now I get to love you.”
Her lips turn up, brushing against mine. “Until the sun rises?”
I dip my legs and pull out of her; my cock still rock hard. Then I turn her to face me. Her makeup’s a little worn. Her eyes are damp. Her forehead’s dotted with a small amount of sweat. I kiss her, holding her head in my hands. “Until the sun rises.” I pull back.
She smiles. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve seen. Her hands then move behind her back, her chest naturally pushing up as she reaches for the zip of the dress. I hear it pull down, and the front immediately drops, the rest following as it skims off her skin, pooling at her feet. She repeats the action, unclasping her black, strapless bra, and letting that also fall to her feet.
I’m knocked off my feet, losing my breath when my eyes travel over every inch of her. I drink her in. Naked in front me, standing only in her heels… I’m pretty sure she’s the girl of my dreams. The dry and the wet ones. I’m also pretty certain that if it wasn’t for the fact I could see my own pleasure coating the inside of her thighs, I’d be shooting my load in my pants.
Which reminds me. Whilst she’s standing here looking like a goddess, I’m still fully clothed. Lifting my fingers, I lift the hoodie I’m wearing up, over my head, tossing it to the floor without looking. I do the same with my t-shirt, then I slide my jeans and boxers down my thighs and step out of them.
“And the socks?” Mollie says.
I quip her a look before dipping my top half and lifting my feet one after the other. “Better?” I ask, standing straight, stood in all my glory.
“Much.” She bites her lip, her eyes working me the same way mine did her. Bracing one hand on the wall, she leans back and starts unbuckling the small strap of her shoe.
“What are you doing?”
Bless her. She looks so confused. “Uh, taking off my shoes. My feet are killing me.”
“No you don’t.” I walk to her, picking her up with little effort.
Her legs wrap around me, and the feel of her pussy against my cock makes us both hiss in anticipation, as I begin walking her back to the bed I’ve occupied pretty frequently for as long as I can remember.
But not anymore. I want Mollie in my bed every night. No way she’ll be staying here.
“What are you doing?”
I sit her on the edge of the bed, sitting myself back on my heels. I tap her ankle, and she obliges, leaning back on her hands and lifting her foot to me. I place the sole against my chest then make light work of the strap, removing the shoe and discarding it.
Tapping the other, she lifts her foot and again places it on my chest. “I like you like this,” she says softly.
I don’t look up, admittedly struggling to unfasten the strap, but smiling to myself. “Why’s that?”
She muses to herself, her head landing on her shoulder. “Because you’re not being rude or annoying.”
My eyes slowly venture to hers, looking up at her through my lashes. “You think I’m rude and annoying?”
She tries to hide a smirk. “Sometimes.”
“Sometimes,” I mimic, my lips pouting as I contemplate punishing her. “That’s very rich coming from you.” My eyebrows raise a little.
Mollie doesn’t miss it. “Meaning?”
It’s me who muses to myself now. “Meaning, sometimes I think you can be a bit challenging, that’s all.” Oh, she’s going to hate that I said that.
She scoffs, proving I know her well already. “Challenging?” She goes to pull her foot away, but I anticipate her move, snatching at her ankle and holding it still.
“Yes. You challenge me. All the time.”
“Like when?”
I look down at the vice like grip I have on her foot, my face bright with amazement.
She scowls when I look up at her, but I see a playful look twinkle in her eyes. Every part of her wants to pull herself free from my hold, but she really doesn’t want to prove I’m right.
I loosen my grip, and she leaves her foot where it is. Both of us waiting for the other to crack. It won’t be me.
Waiting for it, her bottom lip disappears under her teeth, and she moves, fast.
But unfortunately for her, I’m faster. I grab her ankle again and stand, towering over her, giving her no choice but to lie flat on her back. There’s still challenge in her eyes, but she’s breathing heavy again, caught under my spell.
I bend, wanting to get close to her, but a stabbing pain hits me above my heart. I look down, seeing the heel of her shoe pressing into me. Looking at her, she’s still chewing on that fucking lip. “Bring it on, baby.” I lower, absorbing the sharp stab of pain with every inch that I get closer to her.
She doesn’t relent, keeping her foot on me until her leg can’t bend anymore. I see her grimace, but she won’t cave.
“You know,” I look down, easing off some of the pressure in my chest and presumably in her leg, “you’re pretty vulnerable right now, Baby Doll.” Her arse is raised off the bed, my come literally dribbling out of her, her pussy glistening.
Ready and fucking waiting.
Beautiful.
A small, subtle arch of her back tells me she wants me to touch her.
I smile, resting one hand on the bed, the other delicately dusting from her entrance to her clit, making her writhe underneath me. She’s so easily turned on by me. Us. Our connection. I slip two fingers inside her, scooping up my arousal, and gently fuck her with my hand.
Mollie’s eyes close and she turns her head to one side, her fingers gripping the duvet. Given the angle of her hips, she must feel me pretty deep.
I push deeper, holding my fingers still when I can’t physically go any further. Her walls throb around me. “Baby, are you about to come on my hand?”
“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse, her breath lost. “But I want to come with you inside me.”
I withdraw my fingers then steadily push them back in her, pulling another moan from her throat. The wet sound as she sucks me back in has my cock twitching. How I could so easily fuck her senseless. But we’ve done that. Now it’s about taking my time.
Loving her.
“And you will, after you come on my hand, then my face. Then, and only then, will you come on my cock.”
Teeth in lip.
Dick instantly hard.
“So do it. Take what you need from me, baby. ”
Her soft whimpers when I curl my fingers are telling. She’s so near to the edge, one little nudge and she’ll be free falling.
Turning her head, she twines her fingers in my hair, using me as an anchor as she pulls herself up, then slides back down on my fingers.
“Again.”
She does as I say, repeating the motion, slow and steady. Her other hand grips my arms, her nails scratching at my skin, bringing my body out in goosebumps.
I’ve had women claw at me. Had them bite and scratch and try to claim me as they come. But none of them come close to the way Mollie yanks my head to hers, claiming my mouth and biting down on my lip, dragging my skin through her teeth.
I plunge and withdraw, and she rocks her hips, increasing the pace so that she’s fucking my hand with purpose, still tugging on my hair.
With a vicious snap, her back lifts off the bed, arching in the middle. Her voice is shuddering as she shakes and trembles, moaning my name, over and over, her orgasm clattering through her like a bulldozer.
I quickly push to standing, her legs going limp and falling open, giving me a clear view. I hum with a low growl, taking her knees and pushing them wider, flattening them to the bed. Her pussy’s still pulsing. Her eyes are still closed.
Trailing my hands to the juncture of her thighs, I sink to my knees, burying my face in her pussy.
“Oh my God,” Mollie mutters, both hands scrunching in her hair as I slowly lick up the entire length of her. She smells like a slice of heaven. I squeeze her skin, lapping her up, repeating my licks over and over, each one riddling her in uncontrollable tremors.
She’s sensitive, and every second I spend pressing my tongue to her clit, the more I want. But I go steady, taking my time, rolling over the sensitive bud before pushing my tongue inside her and starting all over again.
“Travis.” Mollie’s voice shakes, her fingers tangling in my hair now.
“I’m here, baby.” I circle her clit with my nose, pressing my tongue flat to her.
“In the chaos?” she cries.
I push two fingers inside. “In the chaos,” I tell her, before giving her clit a soft kiss and sucking it between my lips .
“Fuck!” Her body starts rocking on the bed, her pussy clamping down.
I quicken my pace, working everywhere all at once. Push. Pull. Lick. Suck.
Then she’s screaming, her hands in my hair pulling me onto her. I let her ride my face, guiding her body until she turns slack, and her body begins to settle. When I look up, her languid gaze drops to mine.
I drop a kiss on her inner thigh never breaking the contact. And she watches me. Watches me work my way over her hip, dotting kisses over her belly, her chest, stopping only to explore each breast before landing on her neck. I raise my legs to the bed, lifting each one of her arms over my shoulders as I settle between her thighs.
Mollie’s eyes roll shut when my cock finds where it wants to be, no effort needed.
I roll my hips slowly, gently taking my time until she’s full to the hilt. “You okay?”
She hums as I lower to my elbows, my arms either side of her head. “Happy.” Her eyes uncurl, and I lose my breath, gazing into them.
Happiness.
Calm.
Purpose.
I see it all.
Her fingers begin light strokes from the base of my spine to my shoulders, lazily dusting over the tops of my arms, before making her way back down my spine.
My head drops to hers, relishing the gentle contact, my body relaxing.
“Are you?”
“Better than that.” I rock my hips, and her nails dig in on their journey back to my shoulders. “I’m complete.”
Mollie’s eyes lift, and I look down at her. My hand brushes the side of her face as tears fill her eyes. I lower my lips, pressing them to hers with another roll of my hips. “I didn’t expect to find you, Mollie.” Roll. “But somehow, you’ve ended up being everything I didn’t know I needed.” Roll.
“Even though I challenge you?” She drags her nails up my spine.
My hips roll again and I hold myself deep, taking her breath, burying my mouth in the crook of her neck. I drag her arms off my shoulders, lacing my fingers through hers, and hold them above her head. “Especially because you challenge me. ”
My teeth drag to her ear and I tease her lobe, my hips picking up a slow, but steady pace. I’ve never made love to a woman until now. Couldn’t ever picture myself taking my time with anyone else the way I am with her. Every noise she makes, every shake of her hips. Every smile, every kiss. I want to absorb it. Want it to consume me so fully because this feels right. So fucking right. And so fucking perfect.
Feeling her body begin to stiffen, my balls tighten, and my hips begin to quicken. I find her mouth, panting between each delicate roll of my tongue against hers.
“Travis, I’m there.”
My head hovers above hers, our noses touching. “Give me those eyes, baby.”
She immediately opens them, fixing them on me.
And with a few thrusts of my hips, burning flames engulf me. White-hot fire scorches my tingling skin. My heart drills behind my ribs as Mollie begins to shudder. “Jesus,” I choke, collapsing forward, my hips convulsing.
Mollie’s fingers tighten around mine, and I kiss her neck, breathing heavy. Completely fucking spent. Her body relaxes, and I when I’ve finally come down from my high, I roll to the bed, keeping myself inside her as I drag her onto me, her head falling flat to my chest.
We’re both breathing heavy, both hot and unable to talk.
But we know.
Whatever we weren’t looking for.
This is it.