I push my body into hers, pinning her back into the countertop. My hands go to her hips, and I lower my face to her neck. I inhale her scent. She smells like strawberries and cream.
“I can’t get you on your knees out of my head,” I admit shamelessly. “Do you think about it too, Em?”
Her chest rises and falls quickly while her fingers dig into my jeans.
“Tell me that you wanted me, too.”
“Bones …”
“Bones knew I was in there,” I admit. “He knows how much I hate you. And that I want to fuck you. Why should he get all the fun?”
She slams her fists into my chest, pushing me back a step. Her eyes narrow up at me. “Go to hell, Titan.”
“You were wet. Because of me,” I add, keeping her in place. “You put on a show for me.” Her body begins to tremble against mine. “Tell me, Em. You wanted me to join the two of you.”
Those hard, blue eyes soften, and her hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer into her. “You didn’t make a move,” she whispers before licking her lips.
“I enjoyed watching you,” I admit. “I jacked off to you and him.” She saw me. She knows what I did. But I want her to know that I know she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I’m not ashamed of what I did. “I want a turn.”
And just like that, she’s changed her mind. She shoves me away from her, and I step back, allowing her to take in the scene. To let everything I just told her sink in. She turns and runs out of the kitchen.
I follow her, grab her upper arm, and pull her through a door that just happens to be a bedroom.
“Titan, I can’t,” she whispers as I close the door behind me. I spin her around, pinning her back to it.
“Can’t or won’t?” I ask, cupping her cheek.
The lights are off, so it’s pitch black in here, but I can hear her heavy breathing. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest. Mine does the same, and I’m hard as a rock. It presses painfully against the inside of my jeans. I know she can feel it.
“I hate you,” I say, lowering my lips to hers. She sucks in a breath. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you, Em.”
“Why do you hate me?” she asks, the question breathless, and I can smell the maple on her breath.
I lower my lips to her neck and feel her pulse race as I gently kiss her soft skin. “Because you won’t give me what I want.”
She goes silent, but I don’t pull away. It’s her move. I’ll gladly get on my knees for her. All she has to do is give the order because as much as I hate her, I want her even more.
Her hands slide up my chest and wrap around my neck, and then she’s pulling me forward. My lips touch hers, and my hand slides from her face into her hair. I grip it between my fingers, and she gasps into my mouth. Her kiss grows frantic and so do her hands.
This is it. I’m finally going to get what I want. And I don’t even care that she’ll go to Bones later. I just want a taste.
EMILEE
I came hereto be a Queen, and I’m not going to leave until that happens. I need the money. My mother needs this money.
Titan stares down at me as if he’s in a daze. He’s not here with me. Not right now. He’s somewhere in the past. Probably that night at the frat house. That one time I was going to go for it, but then changed my mind at the last second. I had wanted to be with both of them, but I was afraid that if Bones found out I was with Titan, he would hate me. And that thought terrified me. I may have not loved him, but I couldn’t afford to lose him. But this time it’s different. I don’t belong to anyone. Not Bones and sure as shit not George. I’m going to choose who I fuck and when I fuck.
Right here, right now, I choose Titan.
My hands run up his jeans-clad thighs, and I wrap them around his hard cock. He jumps, his eyes focusing on me, and his hand tightens in my hair.
I lick my lips. And before he can push me away, I wrap my lips around him.
“Emilee …”
I don’t allow him to refuse me. I open my mouth and push him to the back of my throat, tasting his precum.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, shifting in his chair.
