Page 136 of Tied to You

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 onmy 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.