Page 86 of Tied to You

I can’t help but look over my shoulder at the heap of shit he’s talking about. The door is broken. The roof questionable. There’s a hole on one side of the building. I don’t even need the key in my hand to get inside. But I understand what he’s giving me. I look back at Mick.

“Yourmore, Son. It’s right there for the taking.” With a pat to my back, he leaves me, standing motionless on the spot.

There are a million things I should say. A million ways in which I should promise him I’ll pay him back for his generosity. But only one thing comes to my mind. “It needs a bit of fucking work, don’t you think?”

Mick laughs. Not turning around, he shouts back to me. “Good job you know a few painter and decorators.” Then he waves a hand, signalling he won’t see me again today.

I pull out my phone.

Me: Get ready to go out, baby. We have a birthday to celebrate

An hour later, Mollie’s on the back of my bike, her hands wrapped around my waist, her head pressed to my back. If there’s a greater feeling of being loved, then I haven’t experienced it. Like the last time she was on here with me, I take a few corners a little faster, forcing her to have to hold me tighter. She knows what I’m doing. Her hand on my crotch squeezes and pinches each time I do it.

I smile, revelling it, enjoying the sun on my skin and my girl’s arms wrapped around me. Purpose. It’s an eye opener for sure.

I drive her into town and park outside this Italian place my aunt raves about. Once inside, I pull out a chair for her to sit down.

She beams at me, lifting the strap of her bag over her head before lowering to the seat.

I lean down, my hands on her shoulders, placing a kiss on her cheek before whispering in her ear, “You look beautiful.”

Mollie looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. She doesn’t believe me. But if she could see what looking at her is doing to my body, she’d know how much she turns me on. Wearing denim short dungarees over a white t-shirt, she’s wearing the boots I love, and her hair’s tied back with a polka dot scarf tied at the top. She looks like a pin-up girl.

“Have you been drinking?” she jokes.

I laugh and kiss her head, getting a hit of her scent before I take my seat next to her.

Resting my hand on her knee, my thumb runs light strokes as she grabs a menu.

“Ow, this looks nice.” Her eyes immediately go down and scan what’s on offer. “What to have, what to have.” Her lip disappears under her teeth.

“Get whatever you want.” I give her leg a little squeeze. “My treat.”

She looks at me curiously. “You never did say how you knew it was my birthday.”

I smile. “Janette told me.”

“Of course she did.” Mollie laughs looking back at the menu. “You didn’t have to do anything, though.”

I’m guessing she didn’t tell anyone about her birthday because she didn’t want a fuss. “I know. I wanted to.”

The waitress comes over, her eyes flitting from my cut to my face. “Can I get you some drinks?”

“Pint of Guiness for me and…” I look to Mollie.

“Glass of white wine for me, please.”

The waitress smiles, walking away and returning with our drinks a few moments later. I take a sip from my glass.

Mollie giggles, the noise fucking beautiful. “Come here,” she says.

I look at her curiously, my arm now draped over the back of her chair. “Why?”

She laughs again. “Come here.” She says it more forcefully this time.

“You can come to me, Baby Doll.”

She rolls her eyes at me, smiling. “Fine.” Mollie places her hand on my thigh then leans her face close to mine. Her other hand holds my cheek as she runs her tongue over my top lip. Good God, what is she doing to me? She pulls back, and I’m graced with the sight of her licking her lips. “You had Guiness froth on your lip.”