Chapter Twenty-Eight
TRAVIS
M y hand is back on her, pushing her back to the table. She looks fucking stunning. Her body, tight and curved. I want to devour every part of her. Want to love every inch of her. She is fucking, mine. And for some fucked up reason, she still wants me. After everything that’s happened lately; losing Chopper, me pushing her away… she still wants me.
I can say without any doubt, I don’t deserve it. I wasn’t strong like her when I should have been. The thought terrifies me; that I could kill men so easily, but couldn’t get over never wanting kids for her.
I’m ashamed that I couldn’t. Ashamed because it’s what she deserves. Ashamed because, I always thought I was man enough to stand up to my responsibilities, and yet, when it really counted—at the mere suggestion of a family, I closed myself off and panicked. My fear of becoming like my parents getting the better of me.
Looking down at her, I see her acceptance. Her love for me shines so bloody brightly, I’m momentarily rooted to the spot. I don’t know what she sees.
I don’t know what I can give her in our future. I don’t know what I can bring. I just know that whenever I look into her chocolate eyes or catch a glimpse of her face, I see my strong woman. A woman who has challenged me and given me every part of herself without hesitation. I don’t want to dim her light. I don’t ever want to be the man who tames or suppresses her. Mollie is a woman of her word.
And she’s just given me hers. She chooses me. She needs, me. I’m the luckiest fucking man to walk this planet .
When she whispers my name, I blink a long blink, pulling my attention back to the goddess bared before me. My cock naturally lines up with her pussy, the tip nudging at her entrance. I lean over her, lacing my fingers with hers, and I push her hands above her head, stretching her out underneath me. Rolling my hips, my dick slides through her wetness, and the feel of her walls gripping me, steals my breath. “I fucking love you,” I tell her, choking as I steadily fill her.
Mollie’s lip part, and I catch her moan, sealing my lips around hers. My heart booms. My head feels dizzy. Fourteen days I’ve kept this woman at bay like a fucking coward. A coward who was too scared to lose her. Too scared to love her for fear of one day losing her. What the fuck is wrong with me.
My hips begin to rock back and forth, and Mollie’s fingers tighten around mine. She wraps her legs around my hips as I press my lips to hers again, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Searching. Seeking. When she begins angling her hips up toward me, I know she wants more.
Deepening our kiss, our breaths turn heavier, our movements become more frantic. “Travis.”
The sound of my name sends my hips into spasm. I begin swivelling, rotating and diving deeper into her.
She’s building. I can feel her body tightening, can see the lust filled roll of her eyes as she climbs to her release. “Oh, God,” she moans.
Then I give it to her. Hips pounding. Lips crashing. I fuck her with need. My head hovers above hers, watching her eyes as she begins to shudder.
“Travis!” Mollie’s back arches like a woman possessed. Her lips are wide, her head tilted back.
“Come for me, baby.”
And she does. Convulsing, she vibrates underneath me and the sight of her, the sounds she’s making, I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Feeling my own muscles tighten, my orgasm tears through me. “Fuck!” I bellow, stroking my cock deep inside her, lifting to my elbows, taking her hands with me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Bright lights flicker. Raw heat pulses through me. Sinking my head into the crook of her neck, my teeth sink into her flesh, making her whimper.
Cleansing me in pleasure, Mollie’s walls continue to pulse around my cock, each twitch draining me. “Mollie,” I pant, still coming, pretty sure it’s never going to end .
Rolling her head to me, her arms bent above her head in my hold, her eyes try to focus on me. When they do, happiness rains down on me. It’s hard-hitting and fucking powerful. And swiftly followed by shed load of guilt. I release one of her hands, cupping the side of her jaw.
Her eyes turn concerned, seeing my expression change. “Are you okay?” she asks softly, gently catching her breath.
“Yeah, baby.”
Her hand mirrors mine, cupping my face, her fingers curling around my jaw. “Really?” Her focus never leaves mine.
The scar of my parents leaving seems to be too deep to fix. I see their backs walking away from the house, an image I haven’t fucking seen for years. It’s followed by holding Chopper in my arms, seeing his blue, lifeless corpse in my hands. The same hands that killed a kid who did what he was forced to do. “I can’t lose you,” I choke, unsure where the fuck this is coming from.
“Hey.” Mollie pushes to her elbows, seeing my demons.
I’m forced to stand, taking her with me, her arms and legs wrapped around me, my dick still buried inside her.
“I’m not going anywhere.” She presses her body flush with mine.
I’m grateful. Hope bursts hearing her say it again.
Mollie swallows. “What really happened? With Chopper I mean.”
I shake my head. She’s the only one I feel I can confide in, yet the image of his body invading my vision, suffocates me.
We’re still, but seeing my hesitation, Mollie gradually leans to one side, grabbing a ball in her hand. She drops in the pocket, them gives me a look.
Right . I talk if she pots the ball.
Every other time she’s asked, we’ve blown up. That’s not going to happen now. Her calmness blankets me, allowing me to breathe the air that I need. She’s here.
“I was scared,” I confess. My eyes drop, and her hands are immediately on me, cupping my face.
“It’s okay to have been scared.”
I look up, dread twisting my gut. Her eyes are frozen on me. “Sparky was my fault. I didn’t have a choice.” Fuck. I need to steady my racing heart. I’ll never be able to wash his blood off my hands, but carrying it is too heavy. Like holding Chopper’s body, the weight of it’s too fucking much to hold on my own.
“I—” I stop, take a breath, swallow, then wrap my big arms around the woman who showed me how to live. “I told him to meet us at the tunnels. He knew the location. The size of it. He knew no one was there. When he went back to his cousin to let them think he was giving us up, well, I guess they didn’t give him much choice but to cross us.”
I sigh and Mollie does too. She doesn’t tell me it’s not my fault. She’s tried that before. Didn’t work. “How did Chopper end up being there?” Worry flashes across her face.
“Dean called him after Sparky acted weird. We thought it was the right thing to do.” I jam my eyes shut wishing we could go back. “We got him fucking killed.”
Her hold on me tightens. More contact. I need it.
“Whilst we were all miles away ready to take them out, they were at the tunnels.” I don’t swallow my agony. I deserve for it to burn as deep as it does. “I walked into his body, hanging from the ceiling. Dean cut him down, but I caught him. I fucking held him in my arms. If Mop hadn’t found us when he did… I don’t know if I would have moved.” Air whooshes out of me. “And then…”
Pressing her face to my chest, her arms around my back, Mollie sighs. “You avenged your brother.”
“He was a kid, Mollie,” I snap, revulsion replacing my calm.
I try to stand back, but she doesn’t let go. She looks up, slowly. “Do you wish you hadn’t done it?”
“No,” I answer truthfully. Easily. “It had to be done.” My insides crawl as silence seeps itself around us.
“Then what is it?” Her voice is sterner, trying to get more out of me.
My fingers twitch on her skin. “I don’t remember my life before you,” I say simply.
She’s quiet. Eventually, her hands slowly slide across my lower back as she pulls away to look at me, keeping her contact.
“When you have nothing, nothing on this earth matters.” Lifting my hands to her head, my fingers curl into the back of her hair.
Mollie straightens, her chest pushing into me, her hands now on my hips.
“But when you have everything to lose, every fucking thing suddenly matters. Every decision. Every fucking step, it all becomes relevant. And it fucking terrifies me, Mollie.”
She sucks in air, her glassy eyes jumping between mine.
“I can be a killer. I can be Mick’s nephew. Fuck, I can even be the outlaw everyone here knows me for. But I hate that what I want most in this life, is to be yours, knowing that I’m too fucking selfish to deserve you. You accept me so easily. You’ve made me see my flaws, and yet you’re still here. I’m just trying to wrap my head around someone wanting me like that—”
I don’t get a chance to say anymore. Mollie grips me hard and presses her lips to mine. She drags her hands up my front, feeling every inch of me before weaving her fingers through the back of my hair. I groan, and we kiss, slow and deep, our heads rolling as my lips sweep against hers.
When I wrap my hands around her neck, I break away from her, looking down. Time pauses. My world is staring back at me, and it’s like everything becomes clear. “Marry me,” I ask, not entirely sure where that came from but fully knowing I fucking mean it.
“What?” She balks.
“You heard.” I press my mouth to hers, feeling my dick, which is still nestled inside her, twitch.
She smiles. Stunned. I’m pretty stunned too. “But—”
“My life is yours, baby. I might not want children, but you make me feel like one day I might be able to. I won’t promise it because I don’t want to hurt you, but I know more than anything, if you’re not by my side, I don’t know where I’m going.”
“Travis.” My name tumbles from her on a sob.
I push forward, our lips falling into a perfect rhythm.
She hums.
I moan. This feels so fucking right. “Baby?”
“You’re all I need,” she quietly tells me.
“That a yes?”
She laughs. “Yes.” Just like that. Easy.
I cradle her face with my hands, drowning under a different weight entirely now. It’s incomprehensible, the way she makes me feel. Taking her hand in mine, I place it on my chest. “Feel that?” I ask, lowering my forehead to hers, pretty sure I’m going to pass out.
She nods.
“That’s you. ”
Another sob.
“It only does that for you, baby.”
A tear falls, and I leave it there. “Chaos,” she whispers, making me smile. I’m suddenly so fucking happy. And it’s what she does to me. Brings me back to her. Forces me to see my worth and know who I am when I’m with her.
Impulse takes over. Lifting her into my arms, her hips rise before they lower onto me. “More making friends?”
She wraps her hands around my neck, lowering her head, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Please.” She dots another on my lips, and I grip her waist, rolling her against me.
“Fuck,” I choke, my dick locked and loaded again.
“Wait!” Mollie chokes. She scrambles down from me, leaving my dick poking out. She’s a picture of fucking perfection, her tits bouncing in front of me. Taking a small step back, she bumps into the pool table, nibbling on her lip. Then, in the most seductive way I’ve ever seen her move, she turns and slowly bends over the table, her arse jutting out. I have a perfect view of her pussy. It’s wet, my cum mixed with her new arousal coating it. “This is how I pictured it,” she purrs. She looks over her shoulder, tempting me with her come fuck me eyes.
“Fuck, Baby Doll.” I step closer, my dick pressing to her cunt, my fingers gripping her skin and spreading her cheeks. I dust my thumb over her tattoo. “Mine.”
Mollie whimpers.
Rolling my hips, I push inside her, hissing as I glide my base flush to her arse. “Like this?” I choke, my chin hitting my now heaving chest.
She hums her satisfaction, her nails digging into the green cloth on the table.
“Or like this?” I rear back, slamming back into her, crashing her hips against the table.
Mollie’s head snaps up, and I fist her hair. “Shit!” she cries out, her breathing heavy.
I rear back and slam forward again, my other hand on her hip. “Jesus.” She feels so fucking good.
“More,” she pants, pulling against my hold on her hair, turning to look at me. She smiles .
It’s blinding.
I return it. “Whatever my wife-to-be wants,” slam, “she gets.”
“Oh fuck!” Mollie folds to the table, and I give it to her, my assault on her body relentless. This woman is everything I need and want. And I’m going to make her my wife.
Two days later, we’re thoroughly made up. Not that there was any doubt we wouldn’t be. Mollie hasn’t worked. I haven’t let her. I’ve kept her in the house, naked and underneath me, where I’ve worshipped my wife-to-be. She’s done nothing but try to help everyone lately. It’s simply the attention she deserves.
Of course, Janette has been all over her like a rash. I didn’t think about her reaction when I asked Mollie to marry me. In fact, I didn’t really think at all. Didn’t have to. It came naturally. I knew deep inside it was what I wanted.
But did it come as a shock? Abso-fucking-lutely. I even shocked myself by saying one day children might be on the cards. It’s a terrifying thought. However, the fact I said what I did is progress. Still, my heart flaps in a mad panic and I take a breath. “Calm down you twat,” I tell myself, keeping my voice low, ignoring the palpitations pulsing in my chest.
Mollie’s asleep on the bed by my side, her naked back to me. Her hands are still bound, her brown hair fanned across the pillow, shoulders gently rising and falling with each peaceful breath she takes. I only finished having my way with her half an hour ago, but the need to be inside her again is potent.
As is the smell of our room. It makes me smile. Rolling to my side, I lift my hand, skimming it gently down her spine, running over the curve of her arse. She doesn’t stir as I trace the letters inked on her back, but her skin pimples with my touch.
Beautiful. Mine .
I tuck my hand under her thigh, about to roll her to me, but my phone vibrating on the bedside table makes me stop. I turn and snatch it up, knowing who it will be. “Dean?”
“You ever going to climb off her?”
Ignoring his comment with a shake of my head, I turn away from Mollie, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “Where we at?”
“Need Mollie at the clubhouse,” he says flatly .
I scratch at my beard, exasperated. No. No way she’s coming with us. “I can’t have her a part of this.” Not now that I want her to be my wife.
“Not saying she is. But, if she can hurry up the process, surely we could use her?”
“ Use her?”
I hear him curse under his breath. “You know that’s not what I meant.” He sighs, and I just fucking know what’s coming next. He’s going to use his newfound power. “For the sake of the club, put her on the phone.”
“Fuck you,” I spit instantly.
I swear I hear him smirk. “Put her on the fucking phone.”
“You talking to me as my VP or my mate?”
He pauses. “Both.”
Right. “Fuck you.” I drop my head, looking over my shoulder at her still sleeping.
Since the Saviours took the tunnels, we’ve been ruthless. They step inside our turf we take them out. They try to deal near our borders, we make sure they stay out. Our hopes of us gaining all power almost vanished to dust. We’re not there yet, but Elvis? He’s one deal away from becoming King.
With a sigh, I rest my hand on Mollie’s hip, gently squeezing. “Baby.” She hums a sweet noise as I lean over, gently tugging at the restraints around her wrists. It’s the cutest thing I’ve heard. With a smile, I say her name, and she adjusts her position, rolling to her back to look at me.
Reality hits, and my face falls.
Coming to, she looks at my face before her eyes fall to the phone in my hand.
I follow her gaze, dropping my head then hold out my hand. “I’m not happy about this.”
“It’ll be okay,” Mollie says. She says it warily, but she knows. She can see it in me. Since Rocco asked her to help, she hasn’t had to. Then yesterday, we found we had one buyer left to lock down. The hardest one. A lawyer of all fucking things. One who thinks he can pay less due to all the aggravation of switching dealers.
Mollie was right. There are people in this world who react to muscle. And others who think they’re above it all. We don’t have time to fuck about. I know deep down we need her, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.
I watch as she lifts the phone to her ear and listens to Dean’s instructions, her eyes never once leaving mine. There’s a tension rising between us. A pain that’s waiting idly to snap the air in two. Her eyes are burning, making my heart drill. I know it’s love. She’s looking like she’ll do anything to help me with business, whilst I’m sitting here wishing she was as far away as fucking possible.
Passing me back the phone, she remains still, now watching me as I speak. “She’s not seeing him.”
I hear Dean grabbing a few things in the background. “She might have to.”
My eyes close.
I watch her shift across the sheets so that she’s close to me, her flawless body pushing up against mine, arms wrapping around my waist. Contact.
Raising my free arm, I wrap it around her neck, lifting her chin to look at me as I speak. “He tries anything, I’ll kill him.”
Dean sighs, and Mollie’s body tightens.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Meet me there. I’m leaving now.”
Hanging up the phone, I chuck it on the bed. Mollie’s arms are still wrapped around my body. I cup her chin, my thumb trailing across her bottom lip. “I don’t care what Rocco says, after today, I don’t want you involved with the club.” I can’t take her as my wife and put her in danger.
My hand moves to her throat as I lean down, my mouth claiming hers. I kiss her hard but slow, feeling her body weaken under me as she rolls back to the sheets, onto her back. I desperately want to lose myself in her. But I know we can’t. The quicker we get this done, the quicker it’s over. I jam my eyes shut. “Go grab your helmet, baby.”
“What about my clothes?”
She makes me smile when I really don’t want to. “I like the idea of you naked in just a helmet.” Then I frown at the notion of some high flying lawyer looking at my girl. “Make sure you wear a jumper that covers all of you.”
She rolls her eyes, kissing me, then scoots out from underneath my body. I watch as she heads to the bathroom then get myself dressed.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re both good to go. Mollie walks up to me and takes my hand in hers, taking a breath. “Ready?”
“No.” I lead her out of the house to my bike, lifting her on the back. She doesn’t need my help but she’ll get it, because in about half an hour she’s going to be helping us. Again.
You couldn’t make this shit up.