Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

“Last night was a small infraction. Today you put yourself at risk. Not just by riding that bike, but by breaking the speed limit.” He scowled as the fear of what could have happened to her hit him all over again. He could have lost her today.

“I didn’t know you felt that way about motorcycles. And I wasn’t actually in any danger.”

“If you think that then you’re an idiot,” he snapped. Fuck.

She grew tense. What the hell am I doing? He took a calming breath. He couldn’t let his fear grow into anger. Not right now. He had a duty to Molly to remain in control. She trusted him.

“I’m sorry, Molly. I shouldn’t have said that. Please accept my apologies. Sometimes I get snappy when I’m scared.”

She softened again. “It’s okay. I understand.”

He shook his head. What a tender heart she had. He bet it had gotten her into all sorts of trouble in the past.

“Baby, you should be telling me I’m an asshole right now. Not being so understanding.”

She snorted. “I can if you want. Jake, you’re an asshole for worrying about me. For caring about whether my ankle is sore or not or if I’ve had enough to drink or if I’m safe. Yeah, you’re a real asshole.”

“So why didn’t you tell me what you were planning?”

“It was spur of the moment. I wasn’t keeping it from you.”

She was smart, but she seemed to jump into things without thinking them through first. He needed to curb that without taking any of who she was away from her. Although he was surprised she was so reckless. From what he’d heard Savannah and her men say, Molly had been her lifeline during a stormy part of Savannah’s life. Calm. Rational. He saw glimpses of that person. But there was another side to her entirely.

“I really do know how to ride. And I know I was going a bit fast—”

“A bit? If you’d met someone around one of those bend you could have been seriously hurt.” Maybe dead. “Those things have no protection.” He was growing tense and angry again. “I’ve seen a lot of motorcycle accidents and, trust me, even if you survived you’d most likely come away a paraplegic or brain dead. Driving that fast was dangerous and illegal. And you’re going to end up with a very red ass as payment. And I consider riding a motorcycle a risk to your health and safety, even if you don’t. Especially riding one while you have a sore, weak ankle. The danger you put yourself in is completely unacceptable to me. So you’ll be punished for that. Any other arguments?”

He knew his voice had grown icy, but he wanted her to know how serious he was about keeping her safe. And if he had to pound on her ass to make his point then that’s what he’d do. Gladly.

“No, Sir.”

Well, that surprised him. But he’d said his piece. And after this session he knew she’d damn well think twice before hopping on a motorcycle again. At least while they were together. He pushed that thought aside. He didn’t want to think about things ending. Not right now.

He grabbed the lube, placing it in his back pocket before moving behind her so he stood between her open legs. He ran his hand over her full ass, watching the way her cheeks clenched together as though she expected him to immediately spank her.

Oh, no. He wouldn’t give her that satisfaction. Seemed she’d enjoyed her punishment last night a bit too much. This time, he had something else in mind. He pulled her cheeks apart until he could see her asshole winking at him. Pink and perfect.

“Lean down so your face rests against the bed,” he told her in a gruff voice as he pulled out the lube and squirted

some on his fingers.

As she moved, her cheeks spread wider. Perfect.

“Sir? What are you doing?”

He’d thought about gagging her. But she was too new. She needed to be able to say her safe word. He also wanted to hear the little noises she made.

“I’m getting your ass ready for your plug.”

She sucked in a harsh breath. He ran his finger over her puckered entrance then pushed just the tip of his wet finger inside her. He pressed a little deeper. Damn, she was tight. She pulsed around him. Clenching then releasing. His cock strained against his pants as he imagined thrusting his cock inside her. He’d have to fight for each inch. It would damn near kill him.

“Is this part of my punishment?”

“Nope. This is me getting you ready to take my cock in your ass.”

“Tonight?” she half-squeaked.

“No, kitten. You need a bit more preparation than that. I’ve got a training plug for you to wear tonight. We’ll move onto a bigger one tomorrow.”