Page 35 of Cider
“Hi, Titus.” I closed my eyes as I leaned my face into his palm. There was just something about that gesture that made me melt every time. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been trying to figure this whole situation out. I’m close to yanking my hair out. My fox is not happy with that at all.”
My mind hadn’t been able to shut off since two days ago. I’d gotten through the weekend rush. Now that it was the slowest day of the week, I just couldn’t concentrate.
There was a little over two weeks left before Darcorp was ready for their opening deal that would tank my business, along with some of the others.
Igor had started watching Samuel. She hadn’t found anything yet, but Igor was one being that I would never doubt. She’d find what she was looking for.
“I figured as much. Billy said you’ve been distracted.” Titus pressed a kiss to my forehead sending those delicious tingles down my spine. “That’s why I’m here. Besides missing you.”
His arms were like steel around my waist. I wouldn’t be able to wiggle out if I tried. Not that I planned to. Being surrounded by him was addicting. His smell, his touch. His taste. Oh, boy. I wanted to taste him again.
Wait. Behave. Middle of business day, Cider.
“So, you’re here to distract me from being distracted?” I ran a finger along his collarbone and down his chest. “How are you going to do that?”
His other hand grabbed mine, stopping me from touching him. A rumble in his chest vibrated against my own. That was so hot.
“Cider, behave.” Titus pressed a kiss to my palm. “I’ve arranged it so that you can take two days off. We’re all going up to my lodge. Starting now.”
I paused. “What? Really? Now? I don’t have any clothes packed! Who is going to watch the store?”
“Taken care of.” He leaned forward, brushing his nose up my neck. “Billy packed a few things for you. He’s going to meet us at the lodge. Lys asked your brother to watch the store. Say yes.”
I bit down on my lower lip. If Quinten was willing to watch the store, then I could go. I’d owe him a big favor. My fox bowed forward, her tail in the air. We wanted to play. Just a little.
“No.”
Titus froze, his mouth near my ear. “No?”
“No.” My chest became giddy. “I don’t want to.”
That was a downright lie.
Titus seemed to realize it, too. My tone must have alerted him because it went up a little when I said I didn’t want to.
His hands moved from my waist to my ass. I found myself lifted up, my legs wrapping around his hips. I clutched his shoulders. His hips molded to mine.
“I guess I’ll just have to convince you.” Titus’ fangs flashed against the light, distracting me. “What shall I do?”
“Sex. Sex would be a good way to convince me.” Yeah, I wasn’t that great at playing keep-away. Not when it came to my mates. My body sang when they were near.
“I can do that.” Titus moved, carrying me into the back room. “Stay.” He sat me on the metal prep table against the wall. Good thing I’d cleaned it earlier this morning.
I squirmed but didn’t move. Titus went back to the front. My ears twitched a little at the sound of the door locking. Good thinking.
I pulled my shirt off and was unhooking my bra when Titus came back into the room. His curse sent me into a spiral of giggles. He was in front of me in a blink, throwing my bra to the ground. His hands went to my legs, moving up to the waist of the pantline. I shifted as he pulled my leggings down, leaving them around my ankles.
“A thong? Are you trying to put me in the grave?” Titus moaned pushing my knees apart.
I was already wet. It seemed to be the constant when it came to my mates.
“I wanted to try them out.” I shrugged. “See if you guys might like me wearing them.”
“Baby, I dream of you wearing thongs and nothing else.” Titus ran his thumbs along the inside of my knees.
My breathing picked up as he moved his hands upward.
“I am going to make you scream my name.” Titus kneeled in front of me, placed my legs over his shoulders and his tongue was on my clit.
