“Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me downstairs behind him.
“What are you doing?” I question, but he doesn’t answer, he just keeps going, pulling me to my old room, then into the bathroom, where I can’t quite believe what’s in front of me. “You are the best boyfriend ever, you know that, right?” While I was pacing upstairs, Ryan had been down here, running me a nice bubble bath, complete with soft music, scented candles, and a large glass of wine. I must have been completely out of it.
He pulls me so I’m standing in front of him, wrapping his arm around my waist. “You need to relax,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck gently. “Arms up,” he instructs, and goes about undressing me before tapping me on the arse once he’s done, sending me in the direction of the tub. When I look back his naked body greets me as he drops his trousers to the floor and moves over to me. The sight of him causes tingles to erupt in my nether regions. My tongue sneaks out of its own accord to wet my bottom lip as my eyes run over every inch of his bare skin. “You keep looking at me like that, and we’ll be doing anything but relaxing. Now, come on, get in.”
We get ourselves settled so that I’m lying with my back to his front. Ryan holds me tightly around the waist and kisses the top of my head every few minutes. We’re lost in our own thoughts for the longest time, but eventually Ryan breaks it by whispering, “How are you doing, Molls?”
“I think I may have overreacted earlier. I mean, what did I really expect from them?”
“So, you’re not angry?”
“I’m just disappointed, I guess. I know I shouldn’t, but the thought is always there that one day they might do something to surprise me. At every turn, they just do shit like this. With them out of the country, at least I can put them behind me.”
“They don’t deserve you, Molly. You’re way too good for them.”
I just hum in response as all the things I’ve done over the years that disappointed them run through my head. “Molly.” Ryan’s warning tone pulls me from my memories. “I can practically see the thoughts running through your mind. You’re so much more than them, and I promise to prove that to you every day.”
“You already do.”
We both return to our own thoughts for a few more minutes before Ryan once again breaks the silence. “What are you going to do with the money?”
“Um…I don’t know. Part of me really wants to rip it up and post it back to them like we did to your mum’s one last week, but as I don’t have their address, I guess I’ll just bung it in a savings account. It might come in useful one day. Everything happens for a reason, so I guess the reason will show itself.”
“Maybe it will put our kids through university,” Ryan muses quietly.
“One thing at a time, Ry. We haven’t even told everyone we’re together yet!”
“Yeah, about that…”
“Christmas. I want to tell everyone at Christmas,” I blurt out, surprising myself.
“That sounds perfect. You can be my Christmas present,” Ryan says as he gently sits me up. “Turn around, I want to see your face.” I do as I’m told, careful not to slosh water all over the floor. When I get there, I settle myself across Ryan’s lap, feeling content with his arms around me.
Ryan insisted we had an early night last night, and I have to say I do feel better for it today. I’ve been so tired recently. I’m sure I’m coming down with something. I’m looking forward to spending a quiet Christmas with Ryan and the Morrisons. I’ve told Jax we’re going to have the whole Christmas off, and he was more than happy to put in a bit more work now to allow that to happen. I glance up when he puts a fresh cup of tea down on my desk for me. We’ve worked together seamlessly over the past few months. I couldn’t have asked for a better first employee.
“Why are you looking at me weird?” Jax asks as he sits down at his desk.
“I was just thinking how well us working together has panned out. I was lucky to find you.”
“Aw, Molly, are you getting all sappy on me?” he teases.
Our conversation is interrupted when my phone dings with a text. I quickly grab it and open up the message from Ryan.
Ryan: Do you trust me?
Molly: Completely.
Ryan: Good. When you get in tonight, go into your old room and put on what’s on the bed. Then wait for me. Love you x
I can’t help the wide smile and butterflies. I wonder what he has planned.
“Oh God, Ryan’s sexting you, isn’t he?” Jax groans from behind me.
“No, he’s not. He is planning something, though.”
When I pull up to the house, it’s in darkness, but Ryan’s car is parked out front so I know he’s here somewhere. The butterflies in my stomach have only increased since receiving that message earlier. I’m so excited to see what he’s done.
I let myself in and go straight to my old room, flicking the light on before looking straight at the bed. My breath catches and the butterflies triple at what’s waiting for me. There, laid out, are the shoes I wore for the wedding, a blindfold, and a pair of handcuffs. As I said to Ryan back in the summer, I’ve never experimented with bondage, but that’s not because I’m not curious. It’s because I’ve been with some untrustworthy arseholes. Ryan is a completely different story. I trust him with my life.
Ten minutes later, I’m lying on my bed in just my heels and a blindfold. I didn’t do anything with the handcuffs as I soon realised I needed another pair of hands. I’ve been waiting for a couple of minutes already, and I’m starting to wonder how long I’m going to have to wait. I’ve heard some noises from upstairs, so I know he’s here and is torturing me. The longer I’m lying here, the more exciting and impatient I’m getting. I want his hands on me now.
I get to the point where I’m about to go and find him when I hear the door creak open. When did he come downstairs?
“Shit, Molly. I think I could come just looking at you,” he says with a husky voice.
My body squirms, knowing that his eyes are focused on my naked skin. Suddenly, the mattress dips by my feet, then I jump when Ryan grabs one foot and places a kiss to my ankle before making his way up my leg.
When he gets close to where I want him the most, my hands go to tangle in his hair. “I don’t think so,” he grumbles, quickly moving higher and grabbing one of my hands. My heart’s already pounding, but when I hear the jingle of the handcuffs, it really starts to race inside my chest. My right wrist is attached to the metal post on the headboard, quickly followed by my left. I give them a tug but realise I’m not going anywhere. My skin heats where his eyes touch. I’m aware that the position I’m in is making my breasts stand proud, but when I feel Ryan blow gently on my nipples, I’m more aware of them than ever. Just that simple action has my back arching off the bed.
“Fuck, Molly, you’ve never looked as sexy as you are now, lying there, waiting for my touch. I hope you didn’t have any plans for tonight, because I’m not letting you up any time soon.”
I moan in response. The longer he’s sat there not touching me, the wetter I can feel myself getting. “Ryan, please,” I groan, getting impatient.
“All in good time, Miss Molly,” he says as the bed dips again.
His lips land on my wrist, placing light kisses, nips and licks all the way to my armpit. I feel like I should shy away when I feel his tongue there but, surprisingly, it turns me on more. He moves across my chest and kisses my collarbones, but doesn’t touch my breasts, which are begging for his attention. He gives my other arm the same treatment. The throbbing in my clit is so strong that I rub my thighs together to try to release some of the pressure. Ryan notices, though. “I’m the only one allowed to get you off,” he says, moving so he’s sat between my legs, stopping me.
“You’re killing me, Ry. Please touch me,” I say, lifting my hips and offering myself to him, but he places his hands on my hips and pushes them back down, grumbling about restraining my ankles next time.
He leans forwa
rd again, but he surprises me by placing his lips against mine. I instantly part my lips and run my tongue along his bottom lip. “So impatient,” he says before responding to my kiss. When he pulls back, I can hear him panting as much as I am. He kisses down my neck before descending between my breasts, kissing and licking all around them but keeping away from my nipples that are practically screaming to be sucked on.
“Ryan…ahh…” I moan, as his tongue starts to circle dangerously close to where I want it. “Please…” I feel him pull back from me before he teases the very tip of me with the end of his tongue. “Oh God, please.” I must have pushed past his self-control because, all of a sudden, my nipple is being sucked harshly into his hot mouth. I arch and writhe on the bed. He teases the other between his thumb and forefinger, making me moan. “Oh yes…fuck, Ry.” His mouth releases me with a pop before he swaps over. My breaths are coming out in short, sharp pants, and my body is covered in a sheen of sweat. “Shit, Ry, I’m so close, and you haven’t even touched me yet,” I say between pants as he continues his ministrations on my breasts.
Releasing me, he starts to move down my body. Pushing my legs wide open with his shoulders, I’m forced to wait for him to touch me. When he does, it’s not what I’m expecting. His hands come back to my breasts and continue with their pinching and pulling. I’m instantly squirming again, so close to falling over the edge, then he blows against my very ready pussy and I fall apart as shockwaves shoot around my body, causing fireworks to go off behind my eyes.
“Ryan!” I shout as wave after wave of my orgasm flows through me.
“Holy shit.”
As soon as I come down from my high, I realise Ryan has filled me with his fingers and is slowly fucking me. Once he notices I’m back with him, his mouth zeros in on my clit until my second orgasm flows through me.
“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” Ryan says as he moves about on the bed and, within seconds, I feel the head of his dick pushing at my entrance.
I’m expecting him to slide in slowly, but my eyes fly open when he thrusts forward and fills me to the hilt in one movement. “Yes…” Ryan hisses through gritted teeth as he pulls out.
I didn’t think I could be on the edge of an orgasm again so soon after the last two, but it feels like it’s only seconds before I’m there again, and I can tell by Ryan’s almost painful grip on my hips that he’s close, too. Ryan’s cock twitches once, and I’m just about to fall into my third orgasm when I hear loud banging on the front door.
“Fuck, Molly,” Ryan groans and thrusts forward one last time, hitting that sweet spot and sending me over. I shout his name out as I come before he flops down onto my chest.
“God, that sounded hot, but can you come and answer the door now, please?” a voice says from the front door, reminding me that someone was knocking.
Ryan instantly sits up and pulls the blindfold from my eyes. “Was that…?”
“I don’t think I can cope listening to that again. Don’t go for another round. Ouch!”
“That’s our baby sister you’re talking about,” another voice says.
“Shit, my brothers!”
Chapter Fifteen
Ryan
Walking back into the living room, having put some clothes on, I find Molly making coffee for her brothers, who are now sat at the dining room table. I can’t help but notice how embarrassed Steven looks in comparison to his younger brother, who is smiling at me like I’ve just won the lottery.
I try to shake thoughts of our earlier encounter from my head as I walk over to Molly. “I’ll finish those. You go and talk to your brothers,” I say, pushing her in their direction. She eventually goes over, shouting their orders to me.
“Molly, I know you’re angry…” Steven starts, but quickly gets cut off.
“No, I was angry when I first read their note, but I soon realised that I really shouldn’t have expected anything different, and I know I went off on you a bit, but once I calmed down, I figured out that you two would have told me if you knew. I’m sorry for shouting,” Molly says, trying to explain herself.
“You don’t need to apologise. You had every right to feel that way—hell, you still do. We had a feeling something was up, but you know what Mum and Dad are like. It could have been anything. They asked us both over for a meeting last night, which I assume was after they came here. It was only then that they explained to us that they were moving and handing the business over. I can’t say I’m shocked. They’ve talked about going abroad for years, but I didn’t think they’d do it quite like this,” Steven explains.
“They’re flying out tomorrow,” Daniel adds. “They moved out of the house this morning. They’ve had the stuff they want shipped over and the rest cleared out. Dad has taken his retirement out of the business and left it to us.”
“I’m pleased he’s given you two control. You deserve it after all the work you’ve put in over the years. Plus, I would much rather see you enjoy the money it brings in than them,” Molly says spitefully.
“Right, well,” Steven says, looking sheepish. “This is really why we want to talk to you.”
Molly stares between the two of them for a few seconds, as if she’s trying to read their minds. “Go on,” she says sceptically.
“We want you with us. This company is the family’s, and you are as much a part of that as we are. You should reap the rewards as well,” Steven says softly, trying to gauge Molly’s reaction.
As his words settle in, her eyes widen and she slowly stands, pushing her chair out behind her. “Oh no…no…no. I’ve always stayed as far away from the business as possible. I don’t want anything to do with it, you both know that. Why would you even suggest it?” She paces back and forth in front of her chair.
“We get that, Molly, we really do, but you were distancing yourself from it because you wanted distance from our parents, not the actual business. They’re out of the picture now, and we want it to be the three of us. We don’t, and never have, wanted you to be the forgotten sibling in this family. We want you with us all the way.” The emotion in Steven’s voice must get through to Molly, because she comes to a stop in front of him and just stares at him for a solid minute. “Just hear us out. What do you say?” he adds to try to get her to respond.
“Do they know you’re asking me this?” she eventually says.
“No. They told us they want nothing more to do with the business, and it is completely ours to do what we want with. So, this is our first order of business. We want you to be MD of the company with us. We’re happy for you to be a silent partner; you don’t have to have anything to do with the day-to-day business at all. There is only one thing we would ask from you.”
“And that is?”
“We want everything rebranded. Something new, modern, and fresh to reflect a new start.”
“So, let me get this straight,” Molly starts. “You both want me to be an equal partner in the family business that I hate, so that I can get the money out of it as well, and the only thing you want is for me to do some designs?”
“Yes, that’s pretty much it,” Daniel agrees.
“But that means the two of you will earn less for working stupidly hard.”
“Well, when you say it like that, I guess it makes us look stupid,” Steven says with a laugh. “But you’re forgetting we already take good wages out of the business. The extra money will be profit that we will share. And we will share that not because of the amount of work we’ve each done, but because it’s a family business and we, Molly, are family. And you deserve every penny for the way they’ve treated you over the years. You enjoy that money. Go blow it on a stupidly expensive car to replace that toy one you’ve got.”
I have to add my agreement to this.
“I guess,” Molly mumbles as she sits back down. All three of us watch as she pushes the sleeves of her hoodie up her forearms and rests her head in her hands, clearly thinking about what has just been proposed.
I look away from her and
see Daniel’s eyes light up. “Fuck, are those…?” He points to the red marks on Molly’s wrists. “Dude, that’s so fucking hot,” he says, turning to me and putting his fist out for me. My eyes widen, and I’m sure my chin is close to hitting the floor. No way am I fist-bumping him for having dirty sex with his sister.
His words break through Molly’s thoughts because her head snaps up and the three of us stare at Daniel, completely dumbfounded.
“You know you’re heading towards forty, not twenty, right?” Molly asks.
“I don’t think it matters how old you are. Playing with handcuffs is always hot, right?” he asks, looking between Steven and me.
“You seriously need a woman to whip you into shape, bro,” is Steven’s only response.
“Hey, now, the only one doing the whipping when there is a woman involved is me, thank you very much.”
“Okay…so, ignoring our sex-crazed brother, what do you say, Molls. You in?” Steven asks.
The three of them spend the next hour debating the issue. Molly eventually agrees to be involved, but she’s adamant that she wants a smaller share. Her brothers aren’t really up for this, but Molly holds her ground until they don’t really have much choice. Once they come to an arrangement, they agree to sleep on it over the weekend and talk early next week.
Molly’s just walking them towards the stairs when Steven stops and turns back. “I didn’t say it earlier, but I’m happy you two have finally figured out that you should be together. You look after our baby sister, Ryan. She’s really quite special.” When I meet his eyes, it’s clear as day how much he cares for Molly, and I can’t help but think again how lucky she is to have brothers like them when her parents are worth shit.
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