Page 6 of Titus (Big Hot Alphas 2)

“So you really have to leave tomorrow?” she asks, pulling her clothes back on, wetness instantly blooming through the fabric.

“Yep,” I say, pulling on my own clothes. “Got delivery dates to make.”

“Right,” she says.

I look over and catch disappointment in her eyes.

Oh, babygirl. This doesn’t end here. No fucking way.

“Want a tour of my home-on-the-road?” I ask.

“Depends. You got a coffeemaker?”

“I do. Got a whole little kitchen setup.”

She shoots me a look of disbelief. “You do not.”

“I do. I’m not bullshitting you.”

“Okay. This I have to see.”

One conversation-filled walk later, we reach the parking lot I pulled the rig into earlier today. I open up the driver’s door and place a hand lightly on Madison’s lower back as she steps in.

“Oh myGod,” she says as she moves back into the sleeper cab. “It’s so spacious!”

I’ve spent so much time here that it doesn’t faze me anymore. But if I try hard enough, I can still remember how stunned I was by the sleeper cab, too, the first time I stepped foot into it. Not only is it a big space, but it’s decked out. I’ve got small kitchen appliances, quartz countertops, heat and A/C, a TV installed on the wall, a full-sized bed.

“This is unreal,” says Madison, still looking around in awe. She peeks into my bathroom, and when she sees that I have a shower, she looks over her shoulder at me with her mouth agape.

“We should wash off this lake water,” I say, threading my fingers through her wet hair and angling her face up to me for a kiss.

“Good idea,” she murmurs as my lips meet hers.

Chapter Three

Madison

We peel off our wet clothes as we kiss. We fumble our way into the shower. It’s small, but we both fit—just barely. Titus’s body cages me in against the wall like a protective shell, the heat radiating off him as hot as the water that’s streaming down over us.

The magnitude of his hard-on pressing against my thigh doesn’t escape me.

I’m driven crazy with desire as his huge hands run over my body, slipping over me, caressing me. As Titus lowers his head and moves his mouth to my breast, taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth and sucking it hungrily, I shut my eyes and tilt my head back.

I don’t know how it’s possible to feel so comfortable and open with someone I’ve just met, but I am. Completely.

Titus’s hand moves between my legs, gliding over my clit, and I let out a high whimper. I can’t take it anymore. I need him.

I fumble to turn off the shower water. I dig my fingers into Titus’s biceps—oh my God, these beastlybiceps—and murmur something about him showing me his bed. The next thing I know, a thick, plush towel is being draped around me. Then Titus is scooping me up and carrying me into the back of the sleeper cab—a cozy area with a freakin’full-sized bed. The towel wrapped around me falls onto the floor; the bedsheets feel like silk against my skin when my back hits the mattress.

The mattress shifts beneath us as Titus joins me on the bed. Kneeling in front of me, he kisses one of my knees, then slides his lips down the inside of my thigh and I let my legs open for him.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he grunts, his mouth dropping between my legs.

His lips close around my clit and I clutch the bedsheets, gasping at how incredible it feels. He sucks me and licks me and does I don’t evenknowwhat with his tongue—all I know is that he’s making me breathe so hard that my lungs are starting to burn.

A string of half-formed words falls out of my mouth—and then I can’t speak at all. All I can do is cry out as a tidal wave of an orgasm washes over me and renders me boneless.

“You taste like heaven, you know that?” Titus murmurs as he moves up over me. When he kisses me I can taste myself on his tongue. I slide a hand between us, finally touching the wonder that is his hard cock. Jesus, it’s so big. Soheavy.

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