Page 63 of Tied to You

Whoever she is, she’s swaying from left to right as Mollie, seemingly reluctantly, begins moving her feet to the beat of the music. She’s fucking beautiful. The longer I watch, the closer I want to be.Don’t be stupid, I tell myself, wishing the pull toward her wasn’t as strong as it is. How the fuck am I supposed to be focused when she’s here, looking this fucking good, and Idon’thave my hands on her?

Willing my dick and heart to settle, I direct my gaze to Dean who’s watching me, a questioning look in his eyes.

“Problem?” he asks, his eyes looking to where the music’s coming from. It doesn’t take him long to spot her. She stands out amongst the glitz and the glamour, being the most natural looking one here.

“No problem,” I say quite calmly.

“Riiight,” Dean replies, and I roll my eyes at him as we both continuemoving. “Guessing you’re okay with that then.”

My eyes snap to where I know she is.

Posh boy’s hand is held out, and the woman Mollie’s dancing with steps back, making way for him to step forward. He better not step fucking forward.

I sense Mollie’s hesitance to dance with him, her shoulder’s dropping, her eyes searching the crowd for an out. There isn’t one. But I could get down there. Save her.

But I can’t.Fuck. We got lucky with our man going in the house without needing us to drag him in there. It’s now or fucking never. We don’t know how long we’ve got until he comes out.

I watch as Mollie takes his hand, and the pair of them step together.

Yeah. Not fucking happening.

I’m turning on the spot without any thought.

“Travis!” Dean whisper shouts. “Fuck’s sake.”

I look back at him. “Get in there,” I point to the house, “do what you have to do. I’ll be there in a fucking minute.”

Marching my way to her, I knock into people as I come up behind them.

Posh boy has his hands around her waist, making my ears ring and my head pound. He twirls her, and I can’t deny the hurt I feel. That should be me spinning her around.Ishould be the one showing her off on the dancefloor. Not this prick.

Brushing past her, she gasps as I get up in the face of the man making his move on what’s mine.

“Travis?” Mollie quite rightly sounds confused. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She grabs my arm, but I don’t look at her.

I look at her hand still on me before slowly locking them on the man in front of me. “You thought you could touch what’s not yours?”

He tries to look at Mollie, and like a fucking child, I lean to my left, blocking his view.

“Travis. What are you doing?” she hisses from behind me.

WhatamI doing? Claiming her. Putting my stamp on what I want. I don’t have any fucking right to do that.

“Mollie?” He says her name which only serves to send shockwaves through my system.

My fists curl into balls, my hands trembling down by my sides. I don’twant to draw attention to us, yet, here I am, just about fucking ready to tear this guy’s head from his shoulders. “She’s no longer your concern, posh boy.”

“Jesus Christ.” From the corner of my eye I see Mollie slap a hand to her face.

I puff out my chest, like that’s going to somehow prove I’m serious. My phone vibrates. No doubt it’ll be Dean. I need to get to him. Go help with what Iactuallycame here to do. I have no choice. “She’s coming with me.”

“What?” Posh boy asks.

“I am?”

I let out a sigh. “Yes.”

“Isn’t that up to her?”