Page 4 of Titus (Big Hot Alphas 2)

That tiny apron tied around her waist does little to hide her sumptuous hips. And the way her eyes glitter at me each time she stops by my booth to ask if I want a top-up…fuck, I just want to pull her into this booth and onto my lap.

We might not appear like we’d be a good match. I’m at least twice her size. But I already know we’ll fit perfectly together—in every sense of the word.

I’ve still got my eyes on her when she finally finishes up her shift and comes over to my table. She’s taken her apron off and is standing before me now in her pants and blouse. As she reaches up to fix her ponytail, her blouse lifts and the slightest band of belly shows, and the creamy skin makes my cock throb.

“So where do you want to go?” she says, smoothing a hand over the top of her hair.

“Depends. Have you eaten dinner?”

“Yep. I ate earlier.”

“You want anything else, though? From here or somewhere else?”

She smirks. “You really don’t want me to be hungry, huh?”

“No,” I say. “I want you to always be satiated.”

She bites down on her lower lip, then clears her throat. “Well, I’m good. Thanks for checking.”

“Okay. Good. How about that lake, then?”

She nods. “Yeah. Sure. I haven’t been there for a while, actually. It’ll be nice to go down there.”

I slide out of the booth—our size difference even more pronounced when I stand up—and we walk out of the café together. It’s dark but still warm out from the lingering heat of the day. Madison gestures in the direction of the lake and says we can get there on foot.

“How long have you worked at the café?” I ask as we walk.

“Oh, God. Alongtime. I think I’m coming up on ten years, actually,” she says.

“You must have started young.”

“I was eighteen. Most people don’t think of waitressing as a great job, but I actually love it. Well, I love waitressingthere, I should say. It’s really relaxed at the café, and the customers are great. It may not be a glamorous job, but I genuinely enjoy it.” She glances over at me. “What about you? Am I right in guessing you’re not from around here?”

“Yep. Just passing through town. I’m a trucker.”

“Yeah? Do you enjoy it?”

I nod. “I’ve gotten to see a hell of a lot more of the country than I would have otherwise.”

“That’s amazing. I’m jealous, actually. I would love to travel. What’s your favorite place been?”

I want to tell her it’s right here. With her. But saying shit like that so soon could scare her away.

“There’s been a lot of beautiful places,” I tell her.

“I bet. Hey, you taking passengers?” she jokes.

I’ll take you wherever you want to go, darling,I think.

A few minutes later we reach the lake and walk over to one of the piers. There’s nobody else around, just us and the dark glimmering water. It feels like this place was built for the two of us.

“It must be hard being away from the people you love, though, right?” Madison says as we walk to the end of the pier. “Being on the road all the time.”

“Yeah. Family’s up north. But I see them when I can. Actually, I’m seeing them in a few weeks, since a delivery is bringing me up that way anyway.”

“I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you. Are you guys close?”

“I’d say so.” I think of my family—my folks and my younger brother, Luca. It’s crazy that the kid’s already a senior in college.

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