Page 179 of Tied to You

I smack her arse, making her yelp, followed by a giggle. My hand then starts leisurely strokes up and down her spine as her breathing settles. I smile into her hair, planting a kiss.

My life is finally in my hands. Everything I haveeverneeded is back where she belongs. “Last time we made up like that, it had been after two weeks.”

Mollie’s fingers link with mine, the tips of hers gently flexing and stroking my skin. “You thinking eleven years might be too much for you to keep up with?”

I squeeze her arse, making her press her body into mine again. My cock instantly reloads, and she notices. “Enough with the age references, baby. I just turned thirty-seven. Anyway, it’s the new twenty-five.”

She smiles against my chest. “You know who says that?” She pauses for effect, tilting her head back to look at me. She looks gorgeous, those eyes looking at me like I’m the love of her life. It’s glorious. “People who are nearly forty.”

My hand wraps around her throat, and I drag her mouth to mine. “Less of the mouth, baby, otherwise I fill it.”

I should have guessed that she’d see that as a challenge. Sticking out her tongue, she licks my bottom lip, not stopping as she makes her way down my neck, over my throat and to my chest. She slides her warm body down mine, her eyes never breaking contact.

I fling my arms behind my head, hissing as I watch her lips wrap around my cock. My cock that’s not long been inside her.

She’s ravenous, lapping me up. Up and down, twirling and swirling, her mouth and her tongue work me to another release.

I come with a shudder, my entire body vibrating as wave after wave of warm, unharnessed bliss, skates up my spine. I can’t peel my eyes off of her. Can’t rip my eyes off the girl of my dreams.

The day we met, I knew she’d be the reason my heart would break one day. She was the only one who could ever get it going, so it was obvious. All that I am begins and ends with her. We won’t do this again. We won’t get to reconnect after time apart because—and I note the fucking irony, but I’m just too fucking old to go through it all again.

This is it.

This is where we stay.

Together.

Home.

“Come here.” I need her close to me. Fuck, I’d stay buried inside her if it wasn’t so unrealistic. My need to have her in my arms is beyond desperate.

When I carried Dean into hospital two weeks ago, I saw how fragile life really is. We’ve spent years having nothing, then in less than one year we both find the women we are meant to be with.

We both got lucky. And yeah, Mollie and I have a lot of shit we need to sort through. We both know now that we’re not going anywhere, so all we can do is take each day as it comes. Live it how we’re meant to.

Dean just needs to pull the fuck through and get his arse back to his family. I can’t be handed mine back for him to go and lose his. Life can’t be that cruel. We both deserve our happiness. Both deserve the peace we’re owed.

“You okay?”

I realise Mollie’s staring at me, the smallest glint of sadness in her eyes. “Just thinking.”

She buries her face in my neck, and my arms hold onto her, not wanting to let go. This is where she’ll stay now. “About what?”

“The club. Dean. Family.” Her lips press to my skin as I stare at the ceiling. “What if he doesn’t wake up?”

I feel her still in my hold. “He will.”

“You don’t know that.”

Mollie lifts her head from me. “I do, actually.”

One of my eyebrows raises, seeing her grit.

“There’s nothing on this earth that could come between a man and the woman he truly loves. No amount of money, distance or even time would stop him from getting to her.” She lifts a hand sweeping the tips of her fingers through my beard. “So I know he’ll be okay because everything he needs is waiting for him here.”

I smile. “Kiss me.” God I fucking love her.

She does, her lips gently sweeping across mine. I can taste myself on her.