“You didn’t mind it last night.”
Heat floods through me that has nothing to do with embarrassment. He’s right. I didn’t mind anything last night.
I follow him to the bathroom. It’s smaller than I expected, but clean. White tile, glass shower, basic toiletries on the counter. Titan turns on the water and waits for it to heat up.
“This is weird,” I say.
“What is?”
“This. Us. Acting like this is normal.”
“Why wouldn’t it be normal?” He tests the water temperature. “We’re two adults who had a good time last night. Nothing weird about that.”
“Except I’m supposed to marry someone else in six days.”
His jaw tightens. “No, Bonnie. Don’t talk about that right now.” He steps into the shower, holding out his hand. “Let’s just have this morning. Deal with reality later.”
I want to argue and make him understand that there is no later. There are only six more days, and then my life is over. But the look on his face stops me.
He doesn’t want to think about it.
So I take his hand and step into the shower with him.
Hot water cascades over us, steam curling around Titan’s massive frame as he pulls me under the spray. His hand, rough from years of wrenching bikes and throwing punches, grips mine, steadying me on the slick tile. My skin prickles, hangoverfading under the heat of the water and his gaze, dark and hungry, raking over my naked body.
He towers over me, his inked chest glistening, muscles flexing as he steps closer, crowding me against the cool glass. “Fuck, you’re too gorgeous,” he murmurs, voice low. His free hand slides down my side, tracing the curve of my hip, and I giggle, nerves and want mixing in my chest.
“Titan,” I say, half-laughing, my voice echoing in the small bathroom. “You’re gonna make me blush.”
“Good.” His grin is wicked, fingers dipping lower, teasing the edge of my pussy. “Love seeing you all pink and flustered.”
I spread my legs, inviting him, water streaming down my breasts, my thighs. His fingers find my clit, circling slowly, and I gasp, pleasure sparking through me.
“Oh, yeah. Harder, please,” my hands gripping his shoulders to stay upright.
“Like this?” He rubs faster, two thick fingers slipping inside me, curling deep, and I moan, my pussy clenching around him. “So fucking wet already,” he growls, thumb brushing my clit as he pumps his fingers, slow then fast, stretching me. “This tight little pussy’s begging for me.”
I laugh, breathless, pleasure building fast. “Keep talking,” I say, voice playful but needy. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“Want it?” He leans closer, lips grazing my ear, water dripping from his hair onto my skin. “I wanna fuck this pussy till you’re screaming my name, princess. Gonna make you come so hard you forget that hangover.”
My giggles turn to moans, his fingers relentless, hitting that spot inside me that makes my legs shake. I’m soaking, my arousal mixing with the water dripping down my thighs. “Fuck, Titan,” I gasp, nails digging into his arms. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he says, as his thumb circles my clit faster, his fingers plunging deeper. “Come for me, Bonnie. Let me feel this pussy squeeze my fingers.”
Pleasure coils tight, his dirty words pushing me higher, and I’m giggling through gasps, the mix of his rough touch and playful talk undoing me. “You’re so bad,” I say, laughing, then cry out as my orgasm hits, my pussy pulsing around his fingers, wetness flooding his hand. My body shakes, knees buckling, but he holds me up, his arm strong around my waist.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, kissing my neck as I come down, still giggling, my skin flushed and buzzing. He pulls his fingers out, licking them clean with a grin, and I laugh again, the sound echoing off the tiles.
By the timewe’re both clean and satisfied, my hangover has dulled to a manageable throb. Titan finds me clothes—his T-shirt that hangs to mid-thigh on me, and my jeans from last night. I pull them on while he dresses, and we head out to his bike.
The morning air is cool and crisp, birds singing in the trees around the cabin. It’s peaceful out here. Isolated. The kind of place where you could forget the rest of the world exists.
But the rest of the world does exist, and it’s waiting for me back at the clubhouse.
“Where to?” Titan asks, straddling his Road King.
“Food first. I need grease and coffee, or I’m going to die.”
