He agreed but did not necessarily believe her words. Molly told herself that she was just being paranoid and hoped that it was true.
“Well, I wouldn't have disagreed all that much with you. I certainly feel something whenever I’m around you. Like we knew each other before or something. I don't think I necessarily believe in fate, though.”
“I wouldn't say that, though it is hard to know what fate really means for us. There is never an easy answer. I have learned that much about the future and what’s in store for us down the line.”
Molly got up and held the blanket up against her. She had on very little underneath, and once again, she didn't remember how exactly she got to that state. What she did know was that every movement threatened to expose her.
Her face was red from waking up so entangled in him, and she still needed a few minutes to recover, the conversation not helping. After being so close, she just needed another minute to think things through.
She found herself hiding in the bathroom and turned on the shower just so that she had even more time to think. Her dream was still with her, and before she could stop herself, she had replayed it enough to make her insides tremble. There was a part of her that didn’t understand what he was doing to her, and the other part knew. It was just fate. Their lives were intertwined long before they ever met. Someone somewhere had made their love one for the stars, never to burn up.
Molly was sitting on the closed toilet, trying to figure out what she was going to do next. She was technically a hostage, but it didn’t feel like it. She wasn’t afraid of the man holding her; she was horny because of him.
When she came out, she had turned the water off, but never got in. He looked at her a little funny and she didn’t say anything one way or another.
“Good shower?”
She shrugged. “I was hiding, not showering.”
Tevin shook his head in bewilderment. He didn’t ask, though, so she didn’t tell. After figuring out something to wear for the day, Molly went downstairs with Tevin. He wanted her close at hand, but she remembered that she shouldn’t say too much about their relationship or what she was there for.
At one point, his brother assumed that the two of them were together in a more meaningful way. Since Tevin apparently never brought any women home, he was the one that was suggesting there was something to that. Molly tried to hide her surprise. Everyone congratulated them, and only one person asked about her being a witch. It was awkward, but even being accepted under false pretense felt good. Acceptance was acceptance, no matter where it was coming from.
Chapter Ten
Molly said that she was tired after dinner. They went together back up to the room, and he asked her if she needed anything else. When she said that she didn't, he went back downstairs to talk to his brother. John had a lot of questions, and he had not been able to give real answers with Molly around. She wouldn’t understand what he had to say or why.
It had just been assumed that the two of them were together. He liked the idea of it, and though he knew deep down that he shouldn’t be getting as worked up as he was with her, Tevin didn’t feel like he could help it. He was supposed to be keeping her safe for a job, and even according to her own account, they planned on marrying her off. The last thing he should be doing was feeling anything for her. He had a job to do and getting attached was not an option.
John wanted to know what was going on with the two of them and he asked Tevin once he was back in the library where his brother had retired to smoke and drink some scotch. Tevin grabbed a glass and poured himself a couple of shots before he sat down next to John.
His brother was younger by a few years, but his face made him look even more so. He had light blond hair like their mother and hadn’t been able to grow much facial hair his whole life. It was a shame because he didn’t intimidate like he wanted to.
John wasn’t worried about intimidation at the moment. He had only one thing on his mind, and now that she wasn’t there to hear it, he wanted to know about the witch that had been brought home by his older brother. John knew how Tevin felt about witches in general.
“So, after all these years of never bringing home a woman, you bring home a witch. You know if father was still alive, he would be freaking out right now.”
“Are you?”
John waved him off. “Nah, I am not so stuck in the old ways. It has not done us any good. I am curious, though. I never would have thought that you would go that way, especially after Annalise.”
Annalise was the young witch that had been the first love of Tevin’s life. She had been the one he wanted to marry. He had even asked her, but Annalise wasn’t in love with Tevin. She had moved away and became promised to another. Tevin had never gotten over it, and his brother bringing her up was a low blow. He said as much, and John just chuckled like it was funny.
“Why worry about her now? You have upgraded, big brother. That’s a good thing. If you had stayed with her and gotten married, you never would have gotten with Molly. I really like her.”
The truth was that they weren’t together, and it was on the tip of his tongue to tell his brother the truth. It wouldn’t be that hard. He could have said something then, while it was fresh in the conversation. Right then, he could have fixed the misunderstanding, but he didn’t. Tevin realized he didn’t want to. All he wanted to do was make it possible and the words true. Then he wouldn’t have to correct anything.
“Maybe you’re right, but you know that I don’t want to hear about her. She was a long time ago.”
“No one knows anything about your life now. I don’t. I know that you work for the organization, and that’s it.”
Tevin shrugged. “What more is there to know?”
John was incredulous. Tevin knew that they were going to have the conversation they were in the middle of. He’d known that John was going to see through it, and if it wasn’t questions about Molly that he was going to ask, it was going to be queries about what he’d been up to. It was a common question that came with a more complicated answer.
“Come on, brother. You know that I want to know everything. We used to be so close; we shared it all. Now, I have no idea what your life even looks like anymore. That bothers me. I miss my brother, and our people miss you too.”
Tevin didn’t know what to say. Getting into the organization wasn’t fully his decision. He had been stuck in between two impossible choices and the one that seemed less damaging had been to work for one of the most feared organizations around. How could he really explain that?
“I miss you too. That’s why I came to see you.”
He smiled wistfully. “You know that I wish that was true and all, but we both know that there is another reason, one that you don’t want to tell me.”
Tevin started to protest and John settled him down. “I am not going to ask. It must be important, but just know that you can tell me everything if you wanted to. I am not your little brother anymore, Tevin.”
Tevin disagreed. “That’s not true at all. You’ll always be my baby brother.”
“You should tell me what's going on.”
“It's nothing that you need to know, John. I don’t want you to worry yourself about it anymore.”
John sighed and sat back in the seat. He looked at Tevin and shook his head. “Is it really that bad?”
Tevin shrugged like it was nothing, grinning sardonically before he took another drink. “It definitely isn't good.”
“I know that you don't want to talk about it, but if you ever do, just know that I'm here. And if you need anything more than a place to recuperate, or ride whatever it is out, just let me know. You know that we are always here for you. I’m always here for you, no matter what kind of shit you get yourself into.”
It was said to remind Tevin that it was all supposed to be his, the clan and the resources. He had run the clan for a time but then he had to make a tough choice. His brother John had done well in his absence.
“Everybody won
ders why you left, Tevin...”
Tevin didn’t want to talk about that, though. He had done his duty and taken over when his father died. There were many reasons that tore Tevin away from his clan, not just one. It was the Syndicate that had made Tevin make the decision to leave. He always wondered how his life would have been different if he’d never crossed paths with the organization. It was hard to imagine now, but there had been a time when it was plausible. Now he was just too deep.
Then, for a brief moment, he thought of the words that Molly said when she was sleeping. She had said something about the two of them were supposed to be together. It was certainly a good thought and one that made him rethink it all. Maybe she was the reason he had sided with leaving.
“Let them wonder.”
“Are you going to leave me wondering too?”
Tevin sighed and drank the rest of the liquor. He was anxious to get to bed and even more anxious to get out of the conversation that they were in the middle of. He didn’t want to talk about the past or the future. He just wanted the here and now because that was where he had Molly beside him.
When he left his brother, John mentioned something about him going upstairs to his beautiful girlfriend. He wished that it were so and that he wasn’t going to lay beside her, dying to touch her all night and not being able to. That was most likely what his future was going to hold and it suddenly looked pretty grim.
Chapter Eleven
Molly was having the same dream that she had many times before. It was of Tevin, and now that the two of them had finally met in real life, she dreamed about him every single night. Usually, he wasn’t in her dreams quite so much, but now that was all she dreamed about. His hands on her, those eyes on hers as she reached ecstasy. It was all so real, and once she woke up, Molly wasn’t sure if she was in a dream or not.
Just like in the dream, the reality that she woke up to put her in the man’s arms, and it felt good to be there. Molly wasn’t sure if she wanted it to be real or not, but she knew that she wanted to play it out a little bit and see where it took her. As much as she liked to believe that she was just feeding into her dream, when she brushed her lips against his, the reaction was a little different than she remembered.
He growled at her, and he was already awake. His eyes glowed as they looked back at hers in the darkness of the room. She wasn’t ready to stop with just that, though. She wanted more, and her body was already halfway onto him, so she just completed the journey.
Molly was so turned on, she straddled him and pressed down on the burgeoning length that was growing underneath her. She started to rub herself against him, loving the way that it felt. It felt like he was right where he was supposed to be, no matter if it was a dream or not. She was definitely feeling the dream. Never before had his hard body felt so real underneath her.
“God, you feel good, Tevin. You never feel so hard. You must really be ready.”
Her hand went between his legs, and he jerked with the touch. Molly told him how good he felt and how she couldn’t wait to get him inside of her. “It’s even bigger tonight. I wonder what’s different?”
She wasn’t even talking to him anymore. She was talking to herself because Molly noticed all of the differences that weren’t there before. The dream was moving right along until she told him that she wanted him to make love to her like he had the night before.
“Look, Molly. I thought that this was some dirty talk, but now I don’t know what you’re doing.”
Molly stopped and looked down at the man she was grinding on. Really looked at him, and she could see that his hard length was free from his shorts and was now wedged between their bodies. It was bigger than before, and she was overwhelmed by the idea that it could grow in her dreams.
His hand went up to her breast, twisting to get her attention.
She exclaimed from the sharp pain. It wasn’t a dream. No dream with him in it had gone that way, and if it had, she would have remembered. Pain wasn’t part of a dream. It wasn’t real, was it?
Molly wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t. She started to get off of him, and he stopped her. “Woah, woah, woah, where are you going? I don’t want this to end.”
It was then that she realized what was really going on. She wasn’t in a dream at all but in real life. She was really straddling the man that had kidnapped her and now she was rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat.
Even as she thought it, though, it wasn’t something that she wanted to stop. It just felt too good, and of course, now that she knew the feelings were going to be real and intense, she wanted more of that. It was all she could do, riding him with her clothes on.
“If this isn’t a dream, then we shouldn’t be doing this.”
His hands were on her hips, and she gasped as he added more pressure to her core. “Is this what we do in your dreams?”
She leaned down and kissed him, making him groan as she pressed harder on his long length. “No, usually I would have you inside of me by now. You never were very patient.”
His hands on her hips dug into her soft flesh and held her still. He pressed upwards from below and let her feel how truly long and thick he was. And so hard. The man was so hard, and she was so wet from the way he was pressing against her, pushing her panties almost inside of her. If she wouldn’t have been wearing them, he would have been inside of her for sure.
“I am not a very patient man in real life either. I want to be inside right now too.”
She whimpered as he rocked her body forward and captured one of her rosy tips into his mouth. He suckled on it for several moments before she yanked it back, trying to get back some of her sanity.
Molly almost forgot that she was in the real world and the man that she was grinding on top of and getting all kinds of cozy with was actually a stranger. With great reluctance, she pulled back and sat up straight.
That didn’t help either, though. Instead of the man’s mouth making her crazy, it was now his hard length beneath her, grinding against the wet core that was so close. All he would have had to do was take off a few layers of thin fabric and he would have been where he said he wanted to be. Where they both wanted him.
As soon as she thought it, a bit of him pushed inside of her, through the clothes that she was wearing and everything. It made her gasp and scramble off of him. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She wasn’t supposed to succumb to him like this. Surely not.
“Where are you going?”
“The bathroom.”
He groaned and laid back. “Go hide then, Molly. It’s probably for the best. Real life has consequences.”
Molly did just that too. She didn’t lock the door, though, and when she found herself having to finish off in the shower, she didn’t hear the door open.
“Are you really in here doing what I think you’re doing?”
Molly paused her movements and then finally agreed. She was, and he was supposed to be the one doing it.
“Maybe. You going to come in here and help me?”
Chapter Twelve
Jamie wasn’t sure about the new plan. She was nervous about more people getting hurt because of her. It felt like all of it was because of her poor decision she had made so long ago. If she hadn’t worked with William as a recruiter, she would never have gotten tied into the Syndicate and their problems in the first place. Jamie knew that all of it was her fault, and now many people that she cared about were talking like they were going to go into the compound.
She was afraid they wouldn’t come back, and she told her husband that she didn’t want him to go. She couldn’t bear the thought of it. As much as she tried to talk them out of breaking into safe houses and dealing with witches, no one was listening to her.
Jessica was worried about her husband as well, but both women were going to have to wait at home, their worry all over their faces.
“I almost wish you would have never said anything about the witches. I know that we need to find Molly. I'm just as
worried about her as you are, but the Waverly Witches? The Syndicate? This is just too much. It just seems like the longer we deal with the Syndicate, the worse it gets for us all. I can’t imagine it getting much worse than this.”
Jessica agreed with Jamie. She also had her own take on it, though.
“As much as I fear for everyone that's going there, I have the same fear about what happens if we don't. They have killed a couple times. I know that you guys have many losses as well. How can we let it go on?”
Jamie did not have the answers. She just wanted everyone to be okay and make it out alive. Since it was her that had brought the Syndicate down on their head, she just wanted it to be over and no one else to die. It didn’t sound like a lot, but considering the situation, it was.
The two women talked for a while, waiting for more of Jamie’s clients to get there. She was no longer in the matchmaking business; too much bad blood in it. All of the couples that were there that day were together because of her. Jamie just wished that people hadn’t had to die because of it. What a steep price to pay for love.
Once everyone arrived, a few scouts were sent to suss out the location and see if there was not only a way in, but a way out as well. Jamie already heard whispers that they were going to burn it after they were done. They just had to get the crystal and get out. That was the objective but causing chaos along the way was always suitable.
When the runners got back, they gave totals of enemies, and though they would be outnumbered almost two to one, everyone still wanted to move forward. Jamie was worried that they were going to go forward with the plan anyway, and she had a right to be.
The men were stubborn, and the women all had something to say about it. The consensus was very quickly figured out. They were going to go for it, no matter the risks. That made Jamie nervous because it didn’t seem like a solid plan.
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