Page 38 of Cider
Titus looked up from the paperwork he’d been looking at on the other side of the desk. “Am I?” He leaned forward.
Tilting my head, I looked out over the open lounge area. “A place safe for supernaturals to come and just relax? Even Silver Springs has humans. We can’t be ourselves even there all the time.” I gestured to a young male angel on the arm of an older man that my fox thought was some kind of spell caster that involved blood. “Where else could these people go in this area that would be safe to do so?”
“I wanted a place for my family. It just evolved from there.” Titus shrugged as he handed the paperwork he’d been going over to the worker he’d taken over for while speaking with Lance. “Now,” he grinned at me. “Want to go see where we’re staying?”
Jumping forward, I spun with my hands on my hips. “Lead on, sir!” I saluted him before I cracked up as he rolled his eyes at me.
“You’re not as funny as you think you are.” His hand rested on the middle of my back as he led me toward the elevators on the other side of the room.
“Darling,” we stepped into the open elevator and he pressed the penthouse floor, “I am the funniest person you’ll ever meet.”
Titus pushed me against the wall and his lips covered mine. Apparently, he wanted to shut me up. I was so okay with that.
His tongue took over my mouth, making my knees weaken. The way he curled it left me a moaning mess. My moans just encouraged him to deepen the kiss as he held the back of my head with one hand while the other pressed against the wall next to my shoulder. I clutched the front of his shirt.
The ding announcing that we’d arrived at our floor pulled us apart by a few inches. His eyes had darkened, his pupils wide.
“Really?” Billy’s tone was dry. “The elevator?”
Titus moved, letting me see Billy, who stood in front of the elevator, his foot keeping the door open. His beard was twitching at the corners of his mouth as he fought to keep a serious face.
“You’re just jealous Titus got to do it first.” I flung myself into his arms, jumping up on instinct. Billy easily caught me, gripping my legs around his waist.
“Damn right.” He kissed me roughly, claiming his own mark on me. My body molded against him.
A hard body pressed from behind me. Titus’ hands ran up my back. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and I shivered.
“Maybe moving into the room might be a good idea. Unless you feel like giving those cameras in the hallway a show.” Jack saved us from embarrassing ourselves. He was leaning against the only door on the floor a few feet away.
Titus gave a sigh that sounded like he was suffering. I snickered as I held onto Billy’s shoulders as we followed Jack into the room.
“Woah.” The room was completely different from down stairs. The contemporary style was very Titus. Silver was the prominent color scheme. The open floor plan was beautifully designed. There were stairs down into the living room. The far wall was just windows overlooking part of the woods and part of the vineyard.
There was a curved couch in the middle of the room. Billy sat down in the middle of it with me in his lap.
“Place is ritzy, right?” He stroked my back as I glanced around. I almost purred.
“Is this where you live, Titus?” I watched Jack sit at one of the stools at the bar that was in the kitchen.
“Yes. It’s my little nest.” Titus moved behind the bar. He poured what looked like whiskey into a glass and handed it to Jack.
The scruff of Billy’s beard against my neck made me want to mew like a cat. His lips moved along my skin. I pressed further into his body, my nipples hard. His hands were roaming along my limbs, setting my blood on fire.
“So, starting right away it seems?” Jack tipped the glass back as he downed the whiskey.
“It would seem so.” Titus unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves. “Billy, if you pause for a moment?”
Billy groaned, his hands tightened on my thighs. “Why?” His hardened state under me made me wiggle to mess with him.
“Alright, Jack. Same rules apply. No dismemberment. Please, try not to break anything too expensive.” Titus moved a crystal vase from the counter next to him into a cabinet.
What was he talking about? I looked at Billy but he shrugged.
“No dick shots or hits that cause unconsciousness.” Jack handed his empty glass to Titus who placed it in the sink.
“Guys?” I raised a hand. “What’s going on?”
“You see, Cider,” Jack stood, unbuttoning his shirt halfway. “Titus and I have a history. But we’re both tops.”
