Page 17 of Titus (Big Hot Alphas 2)

We get comfortable in the bed, the soft bedsheets crumpled around us. As we lay there talking about the wedding, Madison traces a finger over my chest.

“You drawing something?” I ask.

She giggles. “Nope. I’ve got no artistic skill whatsoever.” She sits up. “But thatdoesremind me of something.”

She slides out of bed with one of the bedsheets wrapped around her, crosses the room to open up the bag she brought to the hotel, and pulls out a wrapped gift.

“This is from Joe,” she says, coming back to the bed with it. “He gave it to me right before we left.” I sit up higher in bed and watch her peel off the wrapping paper. When the gift inside is revealed, we both just stare at it for a few seconds in impressed silence.

It’s a framed drawing done by Joe—a sketch of Madison and I sitting in one of the booths at the café, Madison in my arms and us looking at each other with lovestruck eyes.

“Aw,” says Madison, laying a hand over her chest. “This is so sweet.”

“The guy sure can draw,” I say, shaking my head in admiration.

“I know, right?”

Madison appreciates the drawing for a few seconds longer, then sets it aside and turns toward me again. “What time do we need to leave tomorrow morning?”

When we were planning our honeymoon, we considered a lot of different places we could travel to. But in the end, we couldn’t choose just one. So we’re spending a full six weeks abroad and have plans to go all over the place.

“We should probably get out of here by seven thirty,” I say. “Get down to the airport around eight.”

“Guess we shouldn’t stay up all night, then, huh?” she asks, pressing her curves against me teasingly.

“No, I think weshould,” I say. “Fuck sleep. We can do that on the flight.”

Madison giggles and wraps her legs around me as I move over her.

I’m already rock hard for her, ready to make her mine all over again.

Chapter Seven

Epilogue –Madison

4 Years Later

“You really took all of these photos, Mason?” asks Sylvia.

We’re up north visiting Titus’s parents and his brother, and our son is showing off the photos he took on the drive up. We got him a little kids’ digital camera last year and he especially loves using it when we travel. So far, as a family of three, we’ve only traveled stateside, but Titus and I have been talking about taking another trip abroad—we’d love to revisit all the places we went to on our honeymoon with our little one in tow.

Mason looks away from the TV screen that we’re viewing the photos on.

“Yep!” he says proudly to his grandma. “Allof them.”

“They’re very good, sweetie. In fact, I think you might just grow up to be a photographer.”

Suddenly Mason’s pride dissolves into concern. He leans over to me and whispers a little too loudly into my ear, “Do I have to, Mom?”

Everybody in the room laughs.

“No, honey,” I say. “You can be whatever you want when you grow up.”

Mason sighs in relief and pushes a button on his camera, bringing up the most recent photo he took—the view of his grandparents’ house as we pulled into the driveway.

“That’s the last one!” he announces.

“That was great, kiddo,” says Michael, Titus’s dad.

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