Chapter Seventeen
MOLLIE
W e didn’t ask for this, but it’s what we found. Unexpected. Terrifying. Passionate. It’s all ours. He doesn’t know it yet, but in this moment, I want to tell him that I love him. It sounds ridiculous. Like a dream that I haven’t yet woken up from. But it’s the truth.
I love him.
I love the way this man frees me. I love the way he makes me feel like I’m invincible. Like I can be myself with him.
I love him so completely, it’s blinding.
His hands wrap around my throat, and I tip my head back as I lower my hips down onto him. We haven’t stopped fucking. We’ve made love, I’m sure of it, but in between the slow and the gentle sex, he’s fucked me so many times I’ve lost count.
Leaning back, I rest my palms flat on his legs, changing the angle. I can feel him so deep; my mouth drops open and tiny dots begin to flood my vision.
His hips drive upward, and with every slap of his thighs underneath me, I’m driven to complete ecstasy. He removes one hand from my neck, placing it on my waist. He guides my body, rolling my hips on him until I’m picking up my pace, slamming myself down on him.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers still around my throat flexing when I look down at him. He pounds his hips up higher, and I match each one, the sounds of our wet bodies banging together filling the room around us.
My nipples harden and I let go of the orgasm that grips me, my cries loud and unforgiving. As soon as my body goes slack, he flips us both so I’m flat on the bed on my front, him behind me. I’m breathing heavy, my body shaking, but I know he needs to come just as much as I needed that.
“Up,” he instructs, grabbing my hips where I haven’t got the energy to lift them myself.
My arms cross on the bed and my head lowers, my arse high, my pussy waiting.
Travis spreads my cheeks, a low grunt rumbling when he sees how wet I am still. He slides his thumb through my wetness, then making me stiffen, he slides it across my back entrance.
I immediately lift my head so my palms are flat on the bed. “Trav—”
“—Shh, Baby Doll.” His palm slowly splays on my back, pushing my head back to the sheets. I’ve worked out I’m his baby when he’s being gentle, but his Baby Doll when he’s fucking me.
This is going to be on his terms.
He gently applies pressure, breaking past the tight wall of muscle. I hear him hiss, feeling him go in deeper. “I want to make every inch of you mine.”
I close my eyes, burying my head in the sheets as my fingers curl the material into my fists.
“Relax, Baby Doll. I’m not going to hurt you. You’ll enjoy this.” His thumb still holding my hip caresses me gently. “You just have to listen to me.”
I roll my eyes, slowly looking back at him.
The bastard smirks.
So, in true to us style, I grit my teeth and push back against him. The pain flaring instantly. The pressure, out of this world.
“Oh, fuck , Mollie. You drive me crazy.” He lines up his cock with my pussy, then slowly enters. It feels thicker. Deeper. “That’s it. Now move until it starts to feel good.”
Starts to feel good ? I’m not sure that’ll be possible. But I listen. Rocking my hips slowly, I fall back against him, my body shaking at the new invasion, but not altogether hating it.
He pushes him thumb in deeper.
“Oh, God,” I shiver, my voice cracking.
“Keep going, baby, you’re doing so good.”
His praise has me smiling into the sheets, my body instantly relaxing. I keep my rhythm until my internal walls start tightening, and I’m pressing back, wanting to come, needing yet another release .
“So fucking wet for me.”
“Travis.” My fingers start to turn white. My head turning dizzy.
“I know, baby. It feels good.” He removes his thumb, pressing it back in before he’s gone from everywhere, and I’m left feeling lost.
Then I feel it. Feel the tip of his cock nudging against my rear entrance.
“Same again.”
“Travis, it won’t fit. I can’t—”
He slaps my arse. Stunning me.
“It will. Again. Move against me until you want more.” As if to help, two fingers glide into my pussy, making me slump and loosen up.
I lift to my hands, and he lets me this time, anchoring myself so that I’m comfortable. It doesn’t take long for a fire to start burning in my belly, and my hips are falling back against him, wanting him to fill me. I curl my spine at the same time he rolls his hips, and the jab of pain has me stilling.
“Good girl,” he pants. “Now, keep going.”
I rock forward, allowing him to enter me as I fall back again. “Ohh,” I moan, not hating it, but still feeling out of my depth.
Travis’ hand presses down at the base of my spine, his hand steadying me, holding me still. “You’re ready,” he tells me, then he’s pushing forward.
My spine snaps, my legs parting wider as the full feeling makes me feel like I’m going to explode. “Oh, fuck!”
I hear him panting. “You feel fucking amazing, Baby Doll.” His hips jerk. He really is trying not to come. A small part of me is smiling on the inside. Sliding back, he inserts two fingers into my pussy. “Feel better?”
“Yes,” I moan, the satisfaction from the familiar feeling warming my core.
Travis then pushes all of himself forward, and my body clenches around him. “Baby Doll, we’re both going to come so fucking hard, you don’t know what’s about to hit you.” He withdraws and enters again. “You like that?”
I can only hum my response. It feels fucking amazing.
In. Out. In. Out. Slowly and languidly, he builds me up, the pressure between my thighs like nothing I’ve felt before.
I’m getting wetter, if that’s even possible, and his pace is beginning to quicken.
Once he starts grunting, I look over my shoulder at him, and he fists my hair with one hand, the other quickening it’s assault, deep in my pussy .
He withdraws his fingers and starts circling my clit, and I combust, letting go, pushing back against him. I take him deeper, feeling him stiffen.
“Fuck.” A lust filled grunt tears the air between us, as he drives into me with pace. He’s quick, and when he tugs on my hair, I unravel more, still shattering around him in a blissful state of euphoria. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Every nerve ending I have tingles. Every inch of my skin is covered in goosebumps.
“Travis!” I cry out.
He slams into me, making my mouth widen. “Fuck, Mollie!” Then he comes, hard and fast, taking everything that he can from my body. Before I know it, we’re back to falling slumped on the bed in each other’s arms.
“Morning,” I croak, pulling Travis’ arm wrapped around me tighter.
“Morning, baby.” I’m his baby again. “Do you feel okay?”
Okay? I feel better than okay . I smile to myself. Content. “I feel fine.”
He kisses my shoulder. “Good.”
I turn, still under his hold, to face him. “What time is it?”
“Seven.”
I bolt upright. “Seven! Why didn’t you wake me?” I scramble to get out of the bed, but his hold on me is impossible to break.
“Relax, baby. I sorted it.”
He what ? I raise a brow.
He smiles, cupping one of my boobs in his big hand.
I smile, but jolt. “Get off! I need to get to work!” I grab my phone off the small table, looking at the screen. No messages. No missed calls from Mick. I pause. “What did you do?” Why haven’t I got anything from Mick? I should have been there at five.
Travis pulls me close to him. “I texted Mick telling him you’re having a day off.”
“You did what? Pretty sure it doesn’t work like that. There’s so much that’ll need doing.” I can feel my voice getting higher. I don’t want Mick to think I’m lazy. Off galivanting the night before I call in sick. No. I won’t have it.
“Relax. I said you were having the day off. The work will still get done.”
“But—”
“But nothing.” I’m rolled to my back, and he lies on top of me, his thighs settling between my legs.
“How will it get done if I’m not there?”
He brushes the hair from my face.
“Janette can’t help. Her hands were bad when I saw them yesterday.”
Travis frowns. He didn’t know. “I’m going to do it.”
My head presses back into the pillow. “You?” My voice is so disbelieving, I see him frown again.
His hand on my head, stills. “Yes, me . I told Mick I was covering you today. I got it.”
“ You’re going to cover me?”
“Jesus, are you deaf? Yes. Me. I will take you to the farm and do your day’s work for you. Mick was fine with it.”
I try to contain the smile, but it cracks, my face now beaming at him. “Why would you do that?”
He looks deep into my eyes. “Because.” He shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal.
But it is a big deal. “You know why he was fine with it, don’t you?”
He eye rolls me, then moves to his back, bending one arm behind his head.
I move with him, hooking my leg over his naked body. I lay my palm flat on his chest then rest my chin on it, looking up at him. I honestly can say I never thought I would find a man like Travis. The butterflies in my stomach whenever I look at him are testament to what he does to me. “They love you.”
He looks down at me. His eyes hold my gaze, but he remains silent.
“Did they raise you?”
His lips pinch. “I thought you were about to tell me you love me too.”
I slap his chest. “I’m serious. I want to know.”
“What do you want to know, baby?”
Everything . “Where are your parents?” After seeing my dad yesterday, I know I’ll have to tell him my story. But right now, I like that he’s about to share his with me.
Watching him, his face falters slightly. “Honestly? I don’t know.”
A strange feeling washes over me. “They’re alive?”
He nods.
“I assumed they were… ”
“Dead?”
I grimace, hating the thought.
He rests his other hand at the small of my back, his thumb running over my tattoo. “I think it would be easier if they were. But unfortunately they’re not.”
“Unfortunately?”
His voice sounds clipped as he says, “Look, I don’t have some compelling sob story. My parents had me. They didn’t want me. They left me with my mum’s brother and gave him no choice but to raise me. He could have put me into care, but he didn’t. So, here we are.”
My brain trips, unable to find any words to offer him as comfort.
“I’m good with it, Mollie. Really.”
But I know that’s not the truth. It’s so fucking obvious, even a blind man would be able to see. “You feel as though you’ve let them down.” I say it, instantly recoiling, unsure why I said those words out loud.
Travis’ face turns blank. He watches me, but I can’t tell which way he’s going to go. I try to back up, but he holds me still. “Do you think I’m useless, Mollie?”
I frown, breathing in. Then the penny drops. I’ve called him that before. “No.” I shake my head. Getting it now. “They were just words I said before I knew you.”
“You don’t know me, though. That’s just it. Nobody fucking does. They all assume they do, but they don’t know what I really want.”
I look at the fierce looking man underneath me. I’m trapped under his steely gaze. “Then tell me.”
He looks up, shocked, like no one has ever asked him that question. “What do you mean?”
“What is it you want, Travis? Not what Mick wants from you, or the club. There’s got to be something that drives you.”
Enthralled, his lips part. A flash of something dark whips across his face, then it drops. It’s clear he hasn’t shared this with anyone before.
I nestle in closer to him, letting him know I’m here. “I just want time to pass with purpose.” He frowns at himself, his lack of speaking out until now, evident. “All it’s ever done is skate by with no direction.”
“How do you mean?” I wonder.
He adjusts his arm behind his head. “I don’t know,” he says, his body hardening. “Just feels like each day I wake up is the same somehow.”
I can’t help it; I lean down placing a kiss on his pec before I look up at him. “Like you’re trapped in a loop.”
After a beat, he removes his hand from behind his head, jiggling the necklace around my neck. “You know the feeling?”
I huff my false amusement. “All too well.”
“Your dad? That was him last night?”
A small smile raises. I can’t believe Travis ended up the same place as my dad. “Yeah, that was him. And this,” I hook my thumb under the necklace, “is his way of trying to make me come home.”
His eyes widen. “Looks like the two things you don’t care for.”
Money and power. I sigh. “It’s all he knows.” I look down at the rock. “He thinks my life would be better if I was with him. At home, becoming one of the most prestigious lawyers at his firm.”
“Doesn’t sound like a bad life. What makes you hate it so much?”
I take my time, not wanting to come across as ungrateful for having parents who worked hard to give me a good life. “Because it’s not what I want.” I look up, finding his eyes.
He smiles.
“I know they only want what’s best, and I’m good at doing what I’ve educated myself to do. But I just turned twenty-two and whether I’d make a damn good lawyer one day or not, I guess, no one ever asked me if it’s what I want. I grew up in it, so it’s just expected from me. You know?”
“I know.” Travis pulls me up his body, wrapping his arms around me. “What is it that you want then, Baby Doll?”
“To make my own decisions.”
He smiles. “Makes sense why you find listening so hard.”
I flick his exposed nipple, smirking at him, then place a kiss on his chest. “Anyway, I thought we were talking about you?”
“Well, I’m not really the talking type, baby.”
I nip his skin with my teeth.
“Ouch.” He rubs the area. “If you’re going to do that, at least draw blood like I know you mean it.”
I laugh, settling myself on him.
He lazily runs his hand over my hair. For someone so manly, he definitely shows me his softer side .
I can’t help how my thoughts take me back to the house, seeing what he and Dean were doing to Tim. If I’m going to have him in my life, where does that side of his , come into it? “Travis?”
“Yeah, baby.”
I swallow, watching my fingers run circles across his skin. “Will you still carry me if I need you to?”
“Of course, baby. I told you I would. Wherever you need to go.”
I look back to him, my head craning. “Then I want to get out of the loop with you by my side.”
He doesn’t say anything initially, hesitation halting him. “Even after what you saw yesterday?”
Visions of him swinging the meat cleaver down on Tim’s leg, flick into my vision. “I told you, I’m good in those situations, even ones I don’t want to be in.”
My eyes turn down, and he studies me. “I shouldn’t have dragged you in there. But without you intervening, things could have been so different.” He means Tim would be dead. “You definitely got us out of that.” Gentle fingers stroke down my spine. “He didn’t deserve you helping, but why did you?”
I push up on my elbow, making sure he sees me. “I think, for the same reason you’re covering me today.” It had nothing to do with Tim and everything to do with the man, who in that moment, was descending into darkness.
For his sake, I didn’t want him to do it.
Realisation dances in his eyes. A few lines on his forehead knit, but they drop when I smile. “Were you scared?”
I give him a small nod. “I was scared, but not of you, just the situation you were in.”
He looks pleased. “You were scared for me, baby?” I nod, and he moves his hands to behind my neck, unclasping my necklace. The loss of the weight is freeing. He places it on the side, then tucks my hair which is hanging pretty dishevelled down one side of my face, behind my ear. “You trying to tell me that you love me, Baby Doll?”
I see mischief in his eyes. His smile making him look beautiful. Pushing up, I sit, straddling his legs. I want to lose myself in him. “Don’t flatter yourself, biker boy.” I bite my lip, lifting my hips and grabbing his cock in my hold .
“You’re such a bad liar.” He flips his hips, bucking me off of him and spinning me to all fours.
My breath whooshes from my chest, but I smile when he takes my wrists and lifts them behind my back. “Are you going to fuck me like you did Sophie?” I don’t like the idea of him fucking other women, but we’re both young. I get it. Plus, it was kind of my fault she went looking for him that night.
“Sophie?” he questions, and I hear the humour in his voice. “You knew she was a virgin when you sent her my way, right?”
My eyes dart open. I look back at him as best I can. “Oh my God, Travis! And you fucked her liked that ?” Jesus. Poor girl.
He hums, bending his hard body over my back. I feel his warmth. Feel his erection pressing into me. His hand not holding me then runs over my hip before he sinks two fingers between my thighs. Deep.
My lips part.
Pressing his front down harder, my hands are held underneath him as he lets go of my wrists, moving his hand to fist my hair. He starts pumping me with his fingers, pulling my head back on the bed. His lips then caress my ear, his breath hot and ready. “Yeah I did, Baby Doll. So imagine what I’m going to do to you.”
Then his cock is inside me, and I get lost in him.