Page 5 of Titus (Big Hot Alphas 2)

The boards softly creek beneath our feet as we reach the end of the pier.

“What about you?” I say. “You close with yours?”

She stares out at the dark water for a while. “Not really. My dad’s never been in the picture, and my mom…well. Technically, she’s always been around, but it was obvious she never enjoyed the whole being-a-mom thing.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry.”

She shrugs and smiles gently at me. “It’s okay. I mean, it’s not okay, but I’ve learned to deal with it.”

“No. You deserve more than that, Madison.”

I want to pull her into my arms. Want to tell her I’ll give her everything she could ever need. But Madison turns away and nods her chin out at the water. “Want to go for a dip?”

I let a beat pass. “You serious?”

She shoots me a look. “Don’t tell me you can’t swim.”

“Never said that.”

“What are you waiting for, then?” she says.

Madison looks over her shoulder to confirm that there’s no one watching, then starts to peel off her clothes. Off goes her blouse. Off go her shoes. Down go her pants.

She’s not shy, that’s for certain.

And she doesn’t have any reason to be. She’s fuckinggorgeous. My dick goes rigid at the sight of her bare flesh in the moonlight. Her bra and panties barely contain her curves.

“Don’t tell me I’m doing this alone,” Madison says, shooting me a disapproving look as she stands with a hand on her jutted-out hip.

“You’re not doing it alone,” I grunt. I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it aside. As I pop open the button on my jeans and tug them down, I catch Madison’s eyes drop to the bulge I reveal.

Then her eyes lift back to mine and she grins and jumps off the pier into the water, letting out a happy shriek.

It feels like I displace the whole damn lake when I follow her in.

Moonlight reflects off the water as we swim, our limbs brushing against each other beneath the surface. After a while, we slow and begin to tread water close to each other.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her.

Her irises gleam. “Don’t make me come over there and kiss you.”

“Is that a threat?”

She glides closer to me. I wrench her body to mine. My hard-on presses against her thigh and she draws in a sharp breath.

I seal my lips to hers. Slide my tongue between her parted lips. Taste her for the first time. She tastes like honey. Like cream.

Like home.

A siren wails out on the road and Madison pulls back from me to look.

“They aren’t coming for us, sweetheart,” I say.

“I know,” she says, shoving me playfully. “Race you back to the pier?”

I let her swim ahead of me for most of the way back. But when we near the pier, I move ahead and climb up out of the water first so I can hold out a hand and pull her up.

The sight of her wet bra and panties clinging to her body is nearly enough to bring me to my knees.

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