Page 137 of Tied to You

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 itfucking 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.”