Titus: Luna Lodge #2 (7 page)

She looked back at him. “Mistletoe,” she said quietly.

“What’s it for?” he asked gruffly.

“Kissing,” she whispered.

Titus crushed his mouth to hers without any more of a prompt. He lightly bit at her bottom lip, and when she gasped, slipped his tongue in to her mouth. They battled, and she felt a bulge poke the side of her leg.

“Kate,” he growled into her mouth.

Kate jumped when she heard Hannah clear her throat.

She breathed hard as she stared at him, her lips raw from their kiss.

“That’s good guys,” Hannah said softly. “I think I’ll just go have some lunch first.”

Kate watched helpless as Hannah fled the room. She struggled to stand up but was stopped by his massive arms. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she stilled in his lap.

“I need to help set up the games,” she whispered.

She twisted to get up but stopped when she felt the rumble from his chest.

“Leave it,” he said harshly.

Kate frowned. “You can’t talk to me like that.” She glared at him. “After the crap you pulled—” she continued but was cut off by his mouth.

She sighed as he gently kissed her and let his tongue trace the seam of her mouth. Although it wasn’t as rough, the passion bubbled just below the surface, and she felt herself falling into his embrace. Her tongue met with his as they explored one another.

When he pulled back, she watched him through half-lidded eyes.

Titus traced a path along the V of her dress, gently skimming the inside of her breast.

“I don’t think—” she started to say but found his mouth on hers again.

The hand at her chest slipped up around the back of her neck and tangled with her hair there. He pulled her hard against him. She gasped when he lifted her up and slipped between her legs so she was straddling him.

Kate pulled back and frowned at him. “You can’t just kiss me when you don’t like what I’m saying.”

“Fine.” He grinned and brought her down hard on his throbbing cock.

She groaned and threw her head back.

“Fuck,” he bit out. “You really aren’t wearing any panties.”

She gasped when he pushed the red dress up her thighs. The cool air chilled her throbbing clit. Kate gripped his shoulders hard, and he looked at her.

“This isn’t fair,” she whispered. Tears burned in her eyes. “Not after this week.”

She swallowed hard and tried to keep her emotions under control.

Titus groaned and leaned forward to place tender kisses along her neck, kissing and licking the exposed skin.

“Just let me touch you,” he mumbled. When he sat back to look at her, his eyes seemed to burn into her. “All those men touching you. I just…” He sighed again and placed his forehead to hers. “I just need to touch you.”

He wasn’t someone who needed anything, and he needed her. She raised a hand and placed it on his cheek. When he looked up, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Her arms when around his neck as she moved her body against his.

“Kate,” he groaned against her mouth.

She jumped when she felt his hand slip between her legs and brush against her clit as she ground against him.

“Oh,” she moaned and leaned back to watch his fingers against her.

Kate marveled at how long they were and ached to feel them inside her.

His touch was light and nearly maddening. Frustrated, she pushed hard against him and smiled at his chuckle. It was nice knowing she could have that sort of effect on him as well.

“Patience,” he said.

Kate narrowed her eyes at him. “Fuck patience,” she said and moved her hand down over his barely clothed cock.

“Shit,” he hissed and leaned his head back.

She loved the way he responded to her touch. His neck exposed to her, she leaned forward and nipped at his collar bone. Her tongue soon followed, soothing the skin. She worked her way up to his ear and tugged on the lobe. Titus rubbed hard against her clit. She groaned.

“Put them in me,” she panted.

She shook when he slipped two long fingers deep into her.

Her hand slipped into his underwear and gripped him firmly at the base. She moved her hand up and down in time with his fingers. The faster he went, the faster she moved her hand.

Kate rested her head on his shoulders and looked down between them. She had both feet on the floor as she straddled his lap. His fingers worked inside her, her juices coating his hand. She looked down at her hand around his length. The head pointed up at her, droplets of cum had formed at the top. Just a little closer, and she’d be able to swipe her tongue across the top.

She licked lips at the thought and gasped when his fingers scissored inside her. Faster, he plunged inside her, his palm now bumping her clit with each move. Kate moved her hand faster over him and looked back up.

He watched her and groaned when she licked her lips again.

“Come for me baby,” he groaned. “I’m so fucking close.”

She groaned. Seeing him so close sent her spiraling toward her own orgasm.

“Titus,” she groaned.

“Fuck, I love that.” He slammed his fingers hard into her.

“What?” she whispered.

“My name.” He looked at her, his hand speeding up. “Say my name.”

Kate swiftly stroked him from top to bottom, wetting her fingers against the tip.

“Titus,” she groaned. “Fuck me, Titus.”

“Shit,” he said and scissored his fingers in her again as he ground his palm against her clit.

Kate shook as her climax washed over her like waves. Her legs shook so badly that she couldn’t stand any longer and dropped to his lap. Head slumped on his chest, she sat trying to catch her breath before moving.

When she pulled her hand back, she was surprised to find it wet and sticky.

She leaned back. The front of her dress was damp from his release.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

Kate smiled. “That’s why I brought another outfit.”

Titus frowned at her. “You planned on seducing me?”

“What?” Her face flooded with color. “No.” She stood and grabbed the bag of clothes she had stashed in the corner. “I planned on making you suffer for being such a dick.”

“So you were flirting with other men to make me jealous?” He stood to tower over her. “Is that why you weren’t wearing panties?”

“Flirting?” She reeled at his thinking. “So my talking to anyone but you is flirting? And what do you mean by seduced?” She stepped forward and poked him in the chest. “I wasn’t the one holding you on my lap.” She glared at him and took another step forward as he stepped back. “And by the way, I didn’t wear panties because you’d be able to tell in this dress if I had. But yes, I did it for your benefit. Don’t worry.” She turned away from him. “I won’t be making that mistake again.”

Kate stormed out of the room and into the bathroom, ignoring his calls to her.

Chapter Eight

“Damn it,” Titus said as he looked for her on the field.

For some reason he just couldn’t seem to stop himself when it came to her. She just made him so damn crazy. He had trouble thinking straight when she was near him.

“You ready for this?” Sol said from beside him.

“It seems simple enough,” Titus said as he scanned the other team.

When he found her, his heart nearly stopped. She was wearing a low-cut tank top that showed off way more than he wanted anyone seeing. Even from where he stood, he could see several of the men on her team ogling her breasts.

“You better knock that off now,” Sol said quietly to him. “You start ripping men in half for just looking at her, and it’s not going to go well.”

Titus turned and glared at him.

“What would you do?” Titus barked. He breathed in heavy. “This isn’t like you and Erica.”

Sol crossed his arms and raised a brow. “Well, for starters, I wouldn’t fool around with her and then make her cry.”

His face fell. He hadn’t meant to make her cry. “Did she tell Erica that?”

Sol shook his head. “Didn’t have to. It’s obvious she’s been crying, and your reek of each other.” Sol patted him on the shoulder. “Relax. They are just trying to cheer her up. It’s obvious to everyone you two are made for each other, even if neither of you are ready for that yet.”

Titus shook his head. “I just don’t know. I’m drawn to her, but, at the same time, she drives me crazy.”

He watched as Sol waved to Erica, who was sitting on the bench in the shade.

“How do you justify being with her?” Titus asked quietly.

Sol thought about it before he answered. “I love her,” he said simply. “And I’m lucky enough that she loves me. I just keep that in mind and know I would do anything to keep her safe.”

Titus nodded. He knew that to be true.

“Do you worry that being with her puts her in danger?” Titus watched Sol as he spoke and was surprised to see him smile.

“I’m more worried the dangers she would find without me,” he said. “Keep in mind, any woman that comes here is automatically a target for the Horatius Group.”

Titus’s eyes widened at the thought. He had never even thought of that. His eyes shot to Kate. She was in danger no matter what happened.

“Looks like we’re starting,” Sol said and smiled. “You better get your game face on. Seems your girl is targeting you.”

* * *

Kate was hot and sweaty and about done with this damn game. Nearly an hour, and she still hadn’t been able to get his flag. It was like he knew what she was going to do and purposefully avoided her grabs at his flag. As a matter of fact, no one had been able to get his flag, and if she hadn’t been so pissed, she might have actually been impressed. But as it stood, she just wanted to knock him down a peg or two.

“What’s the plan? It’s the last play of the game,” Apollo asked inside the huddle.

He smiled at her easily, and she sighed. It would have been so easy if she had just fallen for someone like him. Easy going and carefree.

Her eyes drifted over to Titus. He’d taken his shirt off, and all of those tanned muscles glistened with sweat in the setting sun. It made her heart kick up as she thought about other ways they could get hot and sweaty. She jumped when his head whipped around, and he stared directly at her. For just a second his eyes flashed yellow, and she knew he felt the same.

Kate tore her eyes from Titus and looked back to her team mate who seemed to be trying not to smirk. She narrowed her eyes.

“I’ll distract him while he has the ball, you grab his flag,” she said, more determined than she actually felt.

Apollo frowned. “Do you have a plan?”

She glanced over at Titus, who was looking her way with interest.

“Yes,” she said and moved away from her team.

She sighed. She had no clue what the hell she was going to do.

Kate stood on the field and eyed Titus as he mirrored her moves. They stood sizing one another as their teams took the field. His team held the advantage, and at this point, there was really no chance of her team winning, but this was about honor. Plus he had a little bit of ass-kicking coming his way.

The ball was put in motion, and she was on him. She knew they were just waiting for the moment to toss it to him for the final sprint down the field. Her moment came, a moment she never thought she’d have, and yet there it was.

She watched as Sol set himself up to toss the ball. Without waiting, she turned around to Titus.

“Hey!” she yelled at him.

His eyes shot to hers. Without even hesitating she pulled her shirt up and flashed her breasts at him. Just as quickly as it had happened, she lowered her shirt in time to catch the ball.

Kate ran. Ran like her life depended on it, and if the growl that was close behind her was any indication, it just might.

Three steps away. Two steps. One.

Her foot just touched the ground when she was lifted up and tossed over his massive shoulder.

“Game over,” he growled. “Time for dinner.”

Kate watched in amazement as people shook their heads and meandered over to the bonfire, totally ignoring the fact that he was carrying her further and further away.

“Let me down,” she shouted.

“No,” he said sternly.

Despite herself, she shivered at his commanding tone.

He carried her until the glow of the fire was just a distant light. With the sun now far behind the trees, it was hard for her to see around them. She yelped when he stopped and flipped her up to set her on her feet.

She leaned back against the tree behind her and placed the football she still clutched between them.

His hand slammed against the tree over her head.

“What the hell was that?” he bellowed at her.

Kate frowned. “That was me intercepting and scoring.”

Titus leaned in, his face just inches from hers. “You know what I mean.”

Kate shrugged. “It was no big deal.”

Titus put his other arm above her and leaned in a little more.

“No,” he said dangerously close. “They all saw.”

Kate leaned her head against the tree and laughed. “Not everyone,” she said.

“He saw,” Titus said quietly. “Apollo saw.”

She frowned at him. “Well it wasn’t intended for him, was it?”

Titus leaned back and sighed. Relief flooded his face.

“Are you serious?” She pushed at his chest. “I’ve had enough for today.”

He reached out and grabbed her arm before she could storm away.

“Wait,” he said. He raked a hand though his hair. “This isn’t easy,” he said.

She crossed her arms.

“You make me want things,” he said slowly. “But my life is so hard. I’m just not sure I can give you what you need.”

“And I’m just supposed to be jerked around like a yo-yo while you figure things out?” She cut him a steely look. “Tell you what, you figure out what the hell you want and when you know, you let me know.”

Kate pushed past him and stormed off through the woods.

* * *

Titus watched her from across the fire. Every now and again, someone would shoot him a nasty look just to emphasize that they were indeed talking about him. He did his best, despite his superior hearing, to not listen.