Chapter Nineteen
MOLLIE
Five months later
E verything is black. The only sound I can hear is that of the mower humming in the distance. I smile. Janette’s new toy has certainly been a game changer for her over the summer. She’s been better since a certain someone started hanging around here more, too.
Taking a step forward, my hands reach out, feeling his strong, bare arm.
“One more step,” he says.
I’m guided inside, and I instantly feel the warmth from a fire. It isn’t that cold yet, but the air is changing. Cooling. He knows I don’t like the cold.
“There.” He pulls off my blindfold, his gentle hands then resting on my waist as I look around the house. Our house. The one he renovated, virtually rebuilt and decorated, for us.
My lips part. “Travis.” I’m lost for words. It has everything he said it would. A big fireplace made from stone. A cosy living area with a sofa we have to share. There are fresh Jasmine flowers in a vase, courtesy of Janette I can assume, and a bottle of champagne on the small coffee table in the centre of the room.
“Come and see in here.” He slides his hand into mine, lacing our fingers together. He pulls me through the house, passing through the small open plan kitchen. On the counter sits a dish, two house keys inside. I see they’re two halves of one whole. I smile, and he gives me a wink. He’s like a kid on his birthday, desperate to show me.
Opening the door, he takes me into the bedroom. A large double bed sits central with giant picture above of his bike. I read the words scribed at the top. ‘Hell or high water. This is my family’. It makes the smile on my face drop a fraction. And I’m not entirely sure why.
Shaking my head, I look to him. He’s beaming. He should be. This place is nothing like how it was five months ago. I’m surprised he and Dean—and the guys, managed to pull this off. We finally have a place to live. A place to call our own. No more sneaking around. I frown again. “Have I ever told you I love you?”
I’m swiftly lifted off my feet and spun in his arms to face him. “Not nearly enough.”
My hands cup his face, my thumb gently stroking his stubbly cheek. “Well I love you, biker boy. More than I think you know.”
He pulls me to him, kissing me slow but meaningfully. Our tongues twist, and I tug on his hair, enjoying every single moment that his hands and his mouth are on me.
“You know, now that we have this place,” I pull my jumper off over my head, still in his arms, “we don’t have to sneak around anymore.” I shake my hair loose down my back and put my arms back around his neck, my breasts pushing up near his face.
He places a kiss on my chest before unhooking my bra and dragging the straps off my shoulders. “Baby Doll, are you going to miss me gagging you in the middle of the night so no one hears your screams?”
I lower my mouth to his, moaning into our kiss, giving him my answer as I tighten my legs around him, locking my ankles.
“Because I’m still going to gag you,” he whispers lustfully.
“Good.” My breath is hot.
His hands squeeze my bum as he walks me back to the bed. He stands me on the edge, letting my bra fall to the floor. Once he’s paid each of my breasts attention, his hands are dragging my leggings down my legs, leaving my thong on.
Lifting my feet in turn, he takes off my leggings, then holds my ankles. My body shivers as he trails his tongue up the inside of one leg, looking up at me when he meets the juncture between my thighs. His nose presses against my clit, and he bites, nipping at my sensitive skin.
I moan, unable to contain the love swelling inside me.
Travis slides his hands up the backs of my legs before pulling them from underneath me .
I fall to my bum with a laugh, sitting on the edge of the bed, him stood between my parted legs. My insides clench. I can’t help but bite my lip, dragging it through my teeth whilst he watches. I know exactly what I’m doing.
He’s panting hot, heated breaths. “Mollie.” My name he says in warning. But I don’t care.
“What?” I whisper, unhooking his belt and pulling the zip on his jeans down.
He tries to step back, but I pull him closer to me, wrapping my legs around his.
“You’re not well.”
“It’s a cough, biker boy. It doesn’t stop me swallowing cock.” My fingers keep working to free him.
He lifts a brow. “It doesn’t stop you swallowing my cock, is what I think you meant to say.”
I smile at his possessiveness. I am his and his completely. No doubt about it. But the thought of me with anyone else drives him wild. “I’ll take all the cock,” I tease.
“Mollie,” he says gruffly.
I ignore him, keeping my eyes on his as I lick my lips.
In the time it takes me to free him, our eyes never stop burning, simply staring at each other. “Fucking hell.” He lifts his hands to either side of my face, brushing my hair behind my ears.
I smile before pushing my boobs together either side of his steel erection. I gently rub them up and down, watching as the end begins to slowly shine with his arousal.
Travis adjusts his stance, and I lower my mouth, placing a gentle kiss on the tip when he slowly thrusts his hips forward. He holds it there, letting me run my tongue over the end.
“You ready for this cock, Baby Doll?
“Yes,” I tell him. I let go of my boobs, arching my back, my hands running over his thighs, admiring how hard they are.
“Ask me nicely.”
I smile at how his face is riddled with sex. “Please.” Parting my lips and gripping him at his base, I slide my lips over him. Blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy. He’s so big, it really does match his ego in the bedroom .
Tasting his pleasure, I flick my tongue over the sensitive end, making his body jack.
Travis’ hand slides to the back of my head, holding me still. “Fuck, baby.”
Moving my head, I hollow my cheeks and suck him to the back of my throat.
He blows out air, and I hear him swallow.
I’m not sure he’ll last very long, and I’ve hardly done anything. The thought makes me smile around him, pursing my lips as I slide my tongue all over him.
More precum fills my mouth, spurring me on, making me clench my body tighter. My insides are swelling, my core’s burning for more. Beginning my assault, I twist my head, sucking and licking with everything I’ve got. I manage to look up, and the feeling that hits me is indescribable. Watching him enjoying what I’m doing sends a rush of heat between my thighs. It’s intoxicating. To see him so at my mercy. Empowering.
When he holds my head still, I lift one hand under his t-shirt, sliding my fingers over his satiny skin. I take him deeper in my mouth, then drag my nails down his chest, my other hand gripping his arse as I push myself further onto him.
“Shit,” he growls this time, his fingers curling in my hair.
My head angles back with his touch, and the moment our eyes meet, his hips begin to piston. Forward and backward, he fills my mouth, slamming into me with a few heavy thrusts.
I gag on a cough, and he instantly stops. “I’m okay,” I tell him, immediately gliding his cock between my lips again. Giving him pleasure is as much as a turn on for him as it is me.
I don’t want to stop.
When I take him to the back of my throat again, it only serves to encourage him more, his hips becoming relentless with each drive of his hips.
Like an idiot, I enjoy the challenge in his eyes, his wondering whether I can take anymore. Well, I know I can. And I know I’ll take everything this man has to give me. Even if it kills me. He’s brought out a fight in me I always knew I had.
Whether he knows it or not. I’ll always owe him for that.
Swallowing the saliva in my mouth, I feel his body begin to stiffen. “ Mollie.”
I keep going.
“Mollie!”
I don’t stop moving, still licking and working him. I’m so turned on; it’s becoming hard to listen to him, as my hips begin a steady roll on the bed, my thong rubbing in all the right places.
He fists the back of my hair and slips himself from my mouth. “Fucking hell, woman.” I’m quickly hauled to my feet, his bare, wet cock now pressing against my front. He’s breathing heavy. His eyes are closed, concentrating on not coming.
I tease him, slowly lifting to my toes, causing friction between us. I lick up his neck, my fingers curling the bottom of his t-shirt into my palms. I’m hungry for him. All I can think about is losing myself in the big, strong man standing before me.
He lifts his arms above his head, allowing me to remove it, before his hands are sliding down my arms, holding my hands behind my back with one of his. The other moves south, cupping me from behind. “You still have it in?”
I nod. The butt plug he bought me still in place from a few hours ago.
“Show me.”
I reach up to kiss him, but he moves back, making me fall forward a fraction. Oh, he’s playing dirty. He twirls one finger in the air, signalling for me to turn around, smirking at me before he bops me on the nose, gently.
Obliging, I slowly turn, making sure to brush my arse against him as slowly and seductively as I can. I hear him growl, and that’s enough for me to happily do what he wants, knowing exactly what he likes.
Releasing my hands, I kneel on the edge of the bed, then slide my hands across the new sheets keeping my arse in the air.
The low moan from him tells me I’m doing good. He steps forward, running his hands up the backs of my thighs and over the curve of my bum. The heel of his palm, presses against the small handle protruding out from me, causing my muscles to tighten around it.
The feeling is delicious, especially where I’m so turned on and ready for him.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.” There’s no pain. Only pleasure .
“Good.” He smacks my arse for good measure, causing tingles to race up my spine. “Stay there.” Then he walks to a dresser, pulling open a drawer and grabbing various items. I can’t see what any of it is, but the fire in my belly is stoked, burning brighter in anticipation of what he’s got planned. My biker boy may be an outlaw on the cusp of running a drug empire, but when we’re in private, he’s a sex god. My sex god. Getting over his bachelor past wasn’t easy, but knowing I’m the one reaping the rewards in his future, feels pretty bloody brilliant.
“Crawl up the bed.”
I do as I’m bid, no hesitation. I know he’s standing still behind me simply watching.
The sound of his jeans hitting the floor, followed by the removal of his boxers and the light pad of his feet on the carpet makes my heart flutter. He’s naked. The bed dips behind me, and I instinctively arch my back, basically offering myself to him. But he won’t take it. Not yet.
His back curls over mine and he lifts each of my hands in turn, pressing them against the headboard. Reaching forward, a hidden contraption is revealed, and he loops the leather strap over both my wrists, giving it a tug, making it tighten. “That’s better.”
“You’re a sex fiend, biker boy.” I try to pull myself up the bed, wondering what other hidden devices he installed on this bed, but his palm presses in between my shoulder blades, forcing me to keep my head down. The curve of my spine isn’t painful, but I can already feel the blood starting to drain from my arms. I give the strap a light rattle, letting him know I’m not entirely comfortable.
“Only for you.”
Smack.
His palm connects with my arse.
I jolt.
“Open your mouth.”
I do as he says, licking my lips before I open.
Travis slides something cold and metal over my tongue, and my eyes widen at him. It’s big. “You look fucking beautiful right now.”
Smack.
His hand caresses where he hit, then he bends, placing a kiss over the area. The lid of a bottle pops, followed by the telling sound of lube being squirted into his hand. “This might be cold.”
He slides my thong down past my hips, and I lift my knees for him to remove it. My back arches further when the icy gel is rubbed over my pussy, his fingers meticulous in making sure every inch of me is covered. Then he begins small circles on my clit whilst simultaneously closing the lid of the bottle and placing it on the bed.
Gently, two fingers press inside me, and I moan around the plug in my mouth. My saliva is pooling in the corners, but without my hands free to remove it, I feel a small trickle running down my neck. Oh God. This is going to be messy.
Keeping a steady rhythm with his fingers, he pushes, pulls, twists and curls, the tender strokes delicate and calm. My body begins to heat up, and I spread my legs a little wider, anchoring my torso on my elbows as my hips begin to steadily rock back against him.
He raises his palm again, pushing the heel of it against my bum, so that with each fall of my hips, I feel the pressure deep inside. He stays like this for what feels like an eternity, slowly and teasingly working me up until I’m soaked and in need of release.
I pull in breaths through my nose in between my moans, but the more my pleasure and my need to come rises, the harder it is to control. They become ragged, and my eyes fall shut trying to concentrate.
“You’re ready.” The butt plug already in me is removed, but not once does he stop moving his fingers inside me. He reaches his hand to my mouth, tapping my jaw for me to open for the next. “Baby doll, you’re drooling.”
I lick my lips, wishing I could wipe away the trail of wetness now sliding over my breasts. As if for good measure, Travis slides his hand all over it, rubbing and wiping it further into my skin. “Mine,” he says, pushing his fingers deep inside and holding them still.
“Yours,” I whimper, admittedly missing the pressure that was just there.
“Relax now, baby. This one’s bigger.”
Yeah, I’m aware. My lips are tingly. My jaw still buzzing. But I relax, allowing my body to slump as best I can. My arms have started to turn fizzy, so I flex my fingers in the restraint.
The tip of the plug nudges at my entrance and, same as always, my body flinches before I settle, allowing Travis to gently guide it inside me. Then there’s a pull. An urge to retreat as my walls burn, the ring of fire burning intensely. “You can take it.” He circles his fingers, forcing me to relax as he pushes it in deeper.
“Oh God,” I moan, beginning to writhe.
Travis circles my clit faster, and my hips begin to rock again.
“That’s it, baby. I want you to come just like this.” His low, loving, but sensual tone makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.
My knees tremble, inching further apart with his next push of the plug. It goes in, and I’m immediately seeing stars from how heavy it feels.
“Good girl.”
I gasp and sigh, my orgasm coming. “Travis!”
“Take it, Mollie. Take what you need from me.”
“I need…” I stammer, groaning as pleasure and pain mix together. “I need you. All of you.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. His fingers slip out and his cock is inside me with one drive of his hips. “Jesus, baby. You feel…”
He groans when I pull my hips forward, then slowly slide down his length. He feels twice as hard. Twice as big. Twice as ready.
And this will be twice as intense.
I repeat the motion, sliding down with a little more force this time. The knock inside me feels euphoric. I do it again.
His hands grip my hips, one thumb stroking over my tattoo. Mine. “Baby Doll, you better hurry up and come before I do.”
Again I move, bowing my back as I slam my hips back. The plug increases the pressure of his cock hitting all the right places. “Ohh,” I moan. “Travis—”
My thong is shoved in my mouth and I can taste my arousal. Right or wrong, it only encourages me to fuck him harder.
“Fucking, hell,” he growls, listening as I moan and groan, biting down on my underwear in my mouth.
“Come for me, Mollie.”
I move my hips forward and backward as fast as I can in this position, but Travis can’t take it anymore. He grabs my hips with one hand and fists my hair with the other, yanking my head back. He drives hard, his thighs slamming into the back of me.
My eyes close, the pull on my scalp forcing a tear to pool in the corner of my eye, but the sensation between my thighs feels like ecstasy. I bite down on my thong when my body convulses and shakes, the intense orgasm taking over every inch of my tired body, leaving me shaking and trembling.
Travis doesn’t slow his assault. His hips piston, and his grip on my skin intensifies.
I can’t hold myself any longer. My body turns limp, but he withdraws before flipping me to my back. I’m not given a chance to think before his cock is back inside me and his hips are pounding.
I grunt, my eyes rolling to the back of my head before he lifts my hips, scooping me underneath my back. Lifting to his knees he gives it to me. With everything he’s got, he fucks me like he hates me. It’s hard, fast and dangerously erotic.
It’s amazing how I can look like a common whore but feel like an absolute goddess at the same time. He wraps one hand around my throat whilst his hips buck, pounding into my pussy.
“Your cunt,” he begins, hammering his hips, “is mine. Mine to own. Mine to love. Mine to destroy.” He’s speaking to our chaos. “Do you understand?”
I have no way of answering, but I clench my body around him, widen my legs and lift my hips as best I can.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Now scream for me.” He drags the thong from my mouth, and on a giant gasp of air, another orgasm collides with his own.
Our bodies clash and clatter together, the sounds of his wet slaps, slowly drawing to a stop. I feel him pulsing inside me, but before he’s finished, he’s unstrapping my wrists and pulling my body to his. “Now, I love you.” He’s panting, his hot breath hitting my face.
I nuzzle into him as he lifts me, my arms completely numb. I feel his heart beating under my cheek which is pressed to his damp chest. “Until the sun rises?” I manage to ask, my voice hoarse.
He kicks open the door to the bathroom and walks me to the toilet. I’m placed on the seat whilst he turns and starts running the water. The room is in keeping with the rest of the house. All of it farmhouse style. The tub is even made from copper. I want to ask how he afforded all of this, but I don’t need to. I know.
I should question it. Challenge it, maybe. But I haven’t yet.
Rubbing my eyes, I cough in need of some water. “You okay, baby?”
“Thirsty.” I smile at him, crossing my arms. I cough again, holding my hand over my mouth.
“Let me get you some water.” He leaves the room, coming back with a drink a few moments later.
I take a sip, swilling the cold water around my mouth before I swallow. “Thank you.” I hold it out, and he takes it, placing it on the small unit by the sink.
“Come here.” He steps to my side, dipping his body and scooping me into his arms.
I manage to loop my arms over his shoulders this time, then I’m placed in the bath. The bubbles coat my body, the hot water nipping at my toes, then my legs and my bum as Travis lowers me. I immediately sink under the surface, allowing it to cover my face. It relaxes my muscles. The weightlessness bringing my body immediate relief.
The low hum of Travis’ voice echoes above the surface. Kicking up with a splash, I break the surface of the water.
“There she is.” The smile that breaks on his face is the one I love the most. It’s him at his best. No fears. No worries about Dean or the club. Just him. Happy. Calm.
I rub the water from my eyes, swiping under my bottom lashes in case I look like a panda.
“Here.” Travis winks at me as he stands, grabbing a washcloth and handing it to me.
“Did you get these?”
The line his lips pull into make it so obvious. “Janette,” we say in unison, breaking into laughter afterwards. She really has enjoyed helping pull this place together for us. All the way down to the finer details.
I wipe the makeup from my face then submerge my head.
Travis picks up a fresh bottle of shampoo, and I sit up before he begins washing my hair for me.
I move to accommodate him, closing my eyes as his fingers work my hair into a lather. I can’t help the soft hum that leaves my throat.
“Feel good?”
“So good.”
He smiles when I peek my eye open at him. He’s enjoying taking care of me.
“What are we doing for dinner tonight?” I ask .
“You mean you can’t guess?”
Closing my eyes, my lips pull to my ears as he rinses the suds from my long hair. “They want to take us out. Don’t they?”
“Yep. Can you guess where?”
I look at him, my body suddenly a little tense.
“Not the Italian place,” he says quickly, reading my expression.
“Good.” I don’t want to go back there. Ever.
I know I had a lucky escape and things could have been so much worse the night the van crashed through the window. But what hurts me the most, is that when I later found out the full details of what actually happened, Travis and I ended up having a huge fight. It wasn’t so much the fact he sent me away. It also wasn’t the fact that he didn’t come with me. It’s the fact he killed not one, but two men, and every sick, twisted part of me was terrified.
Terrified because it made me love him even more. That’s so wrong to say. But when you look into the eyes of the person you love, and they confess something like that , for you and for the things they love the most… well, the intense feeling of love mixed with fear is overwhelming.
I hate him for it.
Hate the way I love that he would do anything for me and his family—Mick and Janette and the club. Hate the way that he would fight to protect anyone of us, even if that meant he didn’t walk away from it.
I hate him for it, because it means the deeper things get with the club, the more likely I am to lose him.
And I can’t lose him.
Ever.
We haven’t talked about marriage or having a family because I know that’s not what he wants. But the longer we’re together, the more I can see him in those roles. The loving husband. The fearsome father.
There’s a sudden tug inside my heart, and I will it to subside.
“Mol?” he says gently, pulling my mind back to him.
“Yeah.” I spring my eyes open, my hands gripping the side of the tub as I sit up a bit.
“They want to take us to the Greek place on the other side of town.”
“Oh no.” I roll my eyes, fixing them on his when he’s silent.
“Not it,” we say in unison, again breaking out into laughter together .
That’s another thing I love. His laugh.
I don’t hear it enough.
“Ha. It’s your turn this time,” I tell him.
“Oh no, baby. I got us out of the last time.”
“Noooo,” I drag out the word, flicking some bubbles his way, “what you actually did was have Dean fake call you before we left. I had to go alone. I’m not fucking stupid, Travis. Plus, when you use all zeros for your phone passcode, it’s pretty easy to go through and check your recent calls.”
His eyebrows perk up. “You spied on me?” His hand is immediately in the water, attempting to tickle me.
“You left me no choice!” I shout on a laugh, as he starts to withdraw.
I grip his wrist, forcing him to stop, leaning over me. “You better be getting in here with me.”
“Oh, Baby Doll.” His hand lowers, cupping my pussy. It’s tender, but I still purr like I could go for round two. “I’m way too big to fit in there comfortably.”
I pout, forcing him to laugh. “You can fit. I’ll lie on top. Or you can smother me. I’d like that too.”
“Are you not sated yet?”
I am. But he is just perfection. “You don’t get to see what I see.” I trail my eyes all over his face then down his chest.
Multiple muscles flex when he moves to sit up straight.
I bite my lip.
He pouts this time. “No can do, Baby Doll.” He stands somewhat reluctantly, but he still stands, nonetheless.
I sigh. “Who is it this time?”
I grab the bath foam, squirting some into my palms and rubbing them together. I start small circles on my arms, then make my way over my chest and both my boobs. It’s a shameless tactic to keep him here with me. But I’ll try anything.
He’s quiet for a second. Greedy eyes watching as I move over my nipples. “Rich people.”
“Oh.” I drag out the word, turning it into a slight moan.
“I know what you’re doing.”
“Let Dean go. You stay here. We’ve just moved in, he’ll understand.”
Walking to the sink, he washes his face then opens the cupboard for his deodorant. He gives himself a spray, then walks over to me, bending down until his lips hover above mine. “You know I would if I could.”
I don’t lift to kiss him like I know he wants me to. Instead, I keep still. He breathes a little heavier at my defiance, but when he bends and I move my head away, his hand is on my jaw. “Don’t be a brat.”
I huff out my breath. “Don’t call me that.”
“Then don’t act like one.”
I grip the sides of the bath, trying to push myself up.
His fingers on my face grip a little harder. “You knew I had responsibilities away from this place when you met me, Mollie.”
I try to wriggle free, but he keeps me in place.
He frowns, and I frown right back at him. “Still doesn’t mean I like what you’re having to do.”
“I’m not asking you to.” He lets me go but his face remains close. I see him mentally trying to gauge the situation.
“What are you asking for, then?”
He sighs, resolute. It takes him an eternity to finally talk. “I’m asking you to be here when I get home. I’m asking you to be my shelter when it rains, my fire when it’s cold. I’m asking you to have my back when I can’t see where the fuck I’m going because you, Mollie Harrington, have become the air I need to breathe.” His eyes dance between mine wildly, and I frown harder, trying to ebb the rush of pain I now feel. “Every time I leave, I have to swallow my desire to love you, knowing that when I’m done, my reason for living will be waiting for me . I can’t remember my life before you came along, baby. But I can see my future so clearly.”
I try to remain mad, but my eyes are filled with tears.
“Now, kiss me Baby Doll, so I know I can go out there with you on my side.”
“You’re annoying.” A tear falls.
He wipes it away with a smile. “I know. But you love me.”
And like the fool I now am, I kiss him, allowing his tongue to push past my lips. It isn’t sexual or crazy. Our mouths simply collide in slow, deep strokes, filled with nothing other than love for one another in this moment.
Because that’s the problem. We’re so truly, madly, and deeply in love, that what he does and our chaos, just makes so much sense.