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Chapter Nineteen

MOLLIE

Five months later

Everything is black. The only sound I can hear is that of the mower humming in the distance. I smile. Janette’s new toy has certainly been a game changer for her over the summer. She’s been better since a certain someone started hanging around here more, too.

Taking a step forward, my hands reach out, feeling his strong, bare arm.

“One more step,” he says.

I’m guided inside, and I instantly feel the warmth from a fire. It isn’t that cold yet, but the air is changing. Cooling. He knows I don’t like the cold.

“There.” He pulls off my blindfold, his gentle hands then resting on my waist as I look around the house.Ourhouse. The one he renovated, virtually rebuilt and decorated, for us.

My lips part. “Travis.” I’m lost for words. It has everything he said it would. A big fireplace made from stone. A cosy living area with a sofa we have to share. There are fresh Jasmine flowers in a vase, courtesy of Janette I can assume, and a bottle of champagne on the small coffee table in the centre of the room.

“Come and see in here.” He slides his hand into mine, lacing our fingers together. He pulls me through the house, passing through the small open plan kitchen. On the counter sits a dish, two house keys inside. I see they’re two halves of one whole. I smile, and he gives me a wink. He’s like a kid on his birthday, desperate to show me.

Opening the door, he takes me into the bedroom. A large double bed sits central with giant picture above of his bike. I read the words scribed at thetop. ‘Hell or high water. This is my family’. It makes the smile on my face drop a fraction. And I’m not entirely sure why.

Shaking my head, I look to him. He’s beaming. He should be. This place is nothing like how it was five months ago. I’m surprised he and Dean—and the guys, managed to pull this off. We finally have a place to live. A place to call our own. No more sneaking around. I frown again. “Have I ever told you I love you?”

I’m swiftly lifted off my feet and spun in his arms to face him. “Not nearly enough.”

My hands cup his face, my thumb gently stroking his stubbly cheek. “Well I love you, biker boy. More than I think you know.”

He pulls me to him, kissing me slow but meaningfully. Our tongues twist, and I tug on his hair, enjoying every single moment that his hands and his mouth are on me.

“You know, now that we have this place,” I pull my jumper off over my head, still in his arms, “we don’t have to sneak around anymore.” I shake my hair loose down my back and put my arms back around his neck, my breasts pushing up near his face.

He places a kiss on my chest before unhooking my bra and dragging the straps off my shoulders. “Baby Doll, are you going to miss me gagging you in the middle of the night so no one hears your screams?”

I lower my mouth to his, moaning into our kiss, giving him my answer as I tighten my legs around him, locking my ankles.

“Because I’m still going to gag you,” he whispers lustfully.

“Good.” My breath is hot.

His hands squeeze my bum as he walks me back to the bed. He stands me on the edge, letting my bra fall to the floor. Once he’s paid each of my breasts attention, his hands are dragging my leggings down my legs, leaving my thong on.

Lifting my feet in turn, he takes off my leggings, then holds my ankles. My body shivers as he trails his tongue up the inside of one leg, looking up at me when he meets the juncture between my thighs. His nose presses against my clit, and he bites, nipping at my sensitive skin.

I moan, unable to contain the love swelling inside me.

Travis slides his hands up the backs of my legs before pulling them from underneath me.

I fall to my bum with a laugh, sitting on the edge of the bed, him stood between my parted legs. My insides clench. I can’t help but bite my lip, dragging it through my teeth whilst he watches. I know exactly what I’m doing.

He’s panting hot, heated breaths. “Mollie.” My name he says in warning. But I don’t care.

“What?” I whisper, unhooking his belt and pulling the zip on his jeans down.

He tries to step back, but I pull him closer to me, wrapping my legs around his.

“You’re not well.”

“It’s a cough, biker boy. It doesn’t stop me swallowing cock.” My fingers keep working to free him.