Page 9 of Tied to You

Mollie huffs incredulously, turning to look at me. “Me?” she says sharply. “You’re the one he called an ungrateful shit.”

“You’rethe one who turned down his hospitality on the first day of work.” I step closer to her making her take a breath as she looks up at me. “He expects it from me. You… you should have agreed.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I had plans. I reallyambusy later.”

I can’t stop my eyes from pulling together. I can’t tell if it’s annoyance at her being busy, or the idea that I’m the only man Mick trusts to keep her safe. The way my brain twists that to mean I’m the only one who could hurt her too, sends an evil—yet somewhat satisfying, chill up my spine. “Well, that works for both of us then, doesn’t it?”

Mollie frowns as she turns away from me, the wood in her hand almost hitting me again.

With a slight step back, I shake my head.Brat. “You wouldn’t last five minutes in our clubhouse,” I mutter under my breath, again wondering why the fuck I’m retaliating. It’s like she’s sunk her teeth in and I’m secretly begging her to bite harder.

She stops dead in her tracks, dropping the wood to the floor with a thud.

My heart picks up speed and I’m suddenly all too aware of it.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t last five minutes?”

I balk. “Look at you.” My eyes rake over her body. The slight curve of her hips and her tits quickly rising and falling as she steps closer to me, makes a burning sensation rise in my throat. She’s irritatingly gorgeous.

Placing her hands on her hips when she stops, her captivating eyes enlarge into gaping holes.

What the fuck is happening here? Why is my heart galloping like it is?

“Well?” Mollie asks, watching me watching her.

Looking down, all I can picture is this girl tied to my bed with her legsspread wide. “Well, what?” I stammer, like a complete twat.

Mollie takes a subtle step forward, her chin angled up to look at me. “Why wouldn’t I last five minutes? Tell me, biker boy.”

Biker boy?

A gag. Ropes—lotsof ropes. Her begging me like the other girls do. I can see it now. I’ll show her what thisbiker boyis capable of.

“We play pool and poker, Baby Doll. We get drunk. It’s not the right place for a girl like you.”

“Agirllike me?” Her eyes pinch in the middle. Oh, she doesn’t like that. “You don’t know anything about me.”

Lowering my face, she sucks in a breath as mine undoubtedly hits her cheeks with how close I’ve gotten to her. “You want to play?”

Holding her ground—which is pretty fucking impressive given my size, her soft lips part before she speaks.

My eyes glance, watching as she sucks in a breath.

“I’m a goodpool player. You also don’t strike me as someone who’d take losing to a woman very well.”

So am I.With a huff, I let out a laugh. “You think you can beat me, Baby Doll?”

The way her face tightens whenever I call her that only serves to make me want to call her that more often.

“Yeah, biker boy, I bet I can.”

“Prove it,” I say, challenging her again.

“When?”

“Tonight.”

“Thought you didn’t want me there?”