“Look what the cat drug in,” she mumbles. “I was wondering when you would show up.”
“You knew I would?” I can’t help but ask.
“Bad pennies usually do. How’s your fiancée?” she says, her voice full of sarcasm.
“Don’t know. Haven’t talked to her.”
“Haven’t… Is that normal?”
“Pretty much.”
“That’s sad. She deserves better, but then maybe she should count her lucky stars. If she knew what a dick you were it might hurt her.”
“I doubt it, since we are just friends.”
“Just friends?”
“Pretty much. Not that I owe you a reason, but Jacey and I are marrying for business reasons only. Don’t know a hundred percent, and don’t care enough to ask, but I’m pretty sure Jacey would rather be marrying you and what you’re packing between your legs than what I have.”
She stands there and it takes her several minutes to come up with the correct answer. When it does her whole stance changes.
“You’re getting married for business reasons?”
“People have gotten married for less.” I shrug, the entire subject making me uncomfortable.
“That’s so… cold…” she whispers and her voice sounds like she’s in mourning.
“What do you care? You said you didn’t like marriage, remember?” I remind her of the night we met.
“I don’t. Still… Whatever. Listen, I’m not signing your papers. I’ve thought about it and I can’t.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because I can’t sign my name and swear what it wants me to,” she mumbles.
“Like what?”
“Well for one, we didn’t lie, so fraud is out.”
“Okay, then what else?”
“It mentioned force. Neither one of us can claim that,” she says logically and I try to keep from yelling at her, but it’s getting harder.
“And?”
“Incest. I think that one is out clearly. I mean you can look at us and tell that.”
“Jesus.” Her mind fucking scares me.
“And it said we qualify for an annulment if we’re previously married and didn’t get a legal divorce before. Titan, I’m not married—though I can’t say for sure if you are or not. I mean, you have a fiancée that I didn’t know about. Who’s to say you don’t go around collecting wives like other people collect stamps?”
“No one collects postage stamps anymore, Faith.”
“My Aunt Ida Sue does,” she defends.
“Your aunt is bonkers,” I say with a shrug.
“That’s not nice, Big Daddy. She likes you.”
“Yeah? I know my ass has still got the bruises from the way she kept pinching it.”
“Well, in her defense, you do have a nice ass.” Faith smiles and pulls her sunglasses off her face, holding them loosely in her hand. Even in the pale evening light and muted glow of the parking lot I can see her eyes sparkle. She’s beautiful… Damn it.
“Okay, so no on any of those reasons, but woman, you can’t deny we were both drunk off our asses and shouldn’t have made a big decision like getting married.”
“Maybe… But I can’t say I didn’t realize what we were doing.” She shrugs.
“Are you saying you wanted to get married?”
“No! Well… I don’t think so. It seemed like a good idea at the time,” she ends. And all of a sudden, I feel like I’ve been sucker punched.
“And I always thought an annulment was if you haven’t had sex, but when I read it said if we had kids, it would recognize them as being legitimate even if we get an annulment and…”
I feel like I can’t breathe.
“Are you fucking pregnant?” I bark and she jumps.
“No. I don’t think so… but I can’t be sure yet.”
“So we take you to the doctor. I don’t see how you can be pregnant. We used protection.”
“Except for that one time in the shower,” she reminds me and until that moment I hadn’t remembered the shower. At her words flashes come in my mind. Images of us standing in the shower, her back to my front. My hands full of her tits while my cock is pushing inside of her, me biting into her neck as her body pushes against me and I thrust deep…
Fuck.
“We’ll go get a test and find out.”
“I’m tired, Titan.”
“Tonight we’ll rest. We can do the test tomorrow.”
Her eyes narrow at me and I see the distrust there.
“You’re planning on staying in my room with me, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“You get those handcuffs near me, Titan, and I’m going to shove my foot so deep in your ass you will never walk right again,” she threatens.
For some reason, my lips spread into a half smile and I want to laugh.
“Point made, wife. Point made.”
21
Faith
I look at a sleeping Titan and wonder for the millionth time what in the world I’m doing. I should just sign the annulment papers and move on. I don’t know why I can’t bring myself to do it. Every time I grab the pen to sign them, my sister Hope is in my head telling me what a failure I am. Charity is right there with her. Overshadowing them is the voice of my mother and the fear that I’m just like her.
The strangest thing about it is by trying not to be her—I’m becoming her.
I had my period just last week. Why would I even bring up the possibility that I could be pregnant? I’m on birth control; I’m not pregnant. Sure, it was stupid to have unprotected sex, but I got drunk in Vegas and married a stranger. I think we can agree I wasn’t smart that whole weekend, but it’s time I start at least trying to be smarter.
It’s time I put everything behind me. I left Vegas to start over and starting over means leaving Titan behind me too.
I don’t stop to consider what I’m doing. I’ve been thinking too much tonight as it is. I reach up to touch the side of Titan’s face. He really is beautiful. He’s rough around the edges, but sleek and sexy… powerful. He’s got lines on his face that deepen when he laughs or smiles and his eyes haunt me, even when he’s not near. I love the almost amber color in their brown depths. I love the way they make me feel heated, make me feel… alive.
He mumbles in his sleep, but he doesn’t move. That’s okay, I don’t specifically want him to wake up right now. If he wakes up, I might chicken out or at the very least he’ll take control. I like when Titan takes control, but I want to play too.
I move so I’m between his legs, stretched over his body. Then I place gentle kisses down Titan’s chest. The salty masculine taste of him bursts in my mouth as I touch the tip of my tongue against his skin. Titan moans and I stop to see if he’ll wake up. His body moves and shifts under me. I can feel his cock pushing upwards, moving—showing me at least part of him is awake. His hand comes up and rests in my hair and I lift my gaze to his face, thinking I’m already caught—but he’s clearly asleep. I close my eyes and lay my head against his stomach for a minute. I love the way his hand feels holding me like this. As weird as it seems, that’s what I remember most about our night together, the way his fingers would curl into my hair and hold on while he came. It had the power to make me feel sexy, erotic and beautiful all in one.
When it’s clear that he’s not going to wake up, I carefully move so I’m sitting back on my knees between his legs. My eyes go to his cock and I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. Titan is so beautiful he could rival any male model out there. His body is that exquisite, but it’s big, strong, almost raw, and athletic in a way I’ve never seen in a man before. And his cock… I’ve said before how big, wide, and heart-stoppingly demanding it can be. There’s no way I can take him completely in my mouth, but that’s not going to stop me from trying.
If I’m going to say goodbye to Titan, I’m going to do it in a way he will never forget.
22
Titan
I’ve been dream
ing of Faith nonstop since that night in Vegas. So it’s no surprise that it takes me a minute to figure out that I’m not dreaming. That it is Faith’s tongue licking against my shaft, Faith’s breath heating up my already overheated balls, and Faith’s mouth my cock finally slides inside of.
As she closes her lips and sucks me hard, I can’t stop a groan. First-fucking-class. I’ve never experienced anything like it. I thought the memories were embellishing things, making the memories better than the real thing. With Faith humming around my dick, I know I was wrong.
My fingers slide through the blond strands of her hair, tightening and curling against her head as she holds me tight and slides her lips down my cock. I force myself to keep my eyes open so I can watch her. Watch as inch by inch my cock disappears into her hot, wet mouth, filling her until she can’t take it anymore and my head pushes deep in her throat. She takes it until she comes close to gagging around it and then backs off. Faith does this several times and then she shifts her gaze so she looks up at me.
Fuck me.
I was wrong, it could get better. Her eyes holding mine while she sucks me is infinitely better. There are things I want to say, but every time I start to open my mouth … I am a loss of what to say. This is Faith. A woman who has gotten under my skin, but also a woman I’m here to get to sign annulment papers. All I really know right now is that I don’t want her to stop. So that’s what I give her, even if it’s lame.
“Don’t stop, Faith. Don’t fucking stop,” I moan, my head going back in pleasure as she palms my balls, squeezing them gently. She moves back up my shaft and again I force my head up to look at her. She lets my cock go with a loud “pop” that echoes in the room.
“You like that, Big Daddy?” she grins, looking way too pleased with herself.
That nickname she’s given me, Christ she’s a nut. It makes me smile, at times it makes me laugh and sometimes it makes me want to shake her. Still, I find I like it, even if I have no idea why.
“Can’t you tell?” I challenge her, thrusting my cock up slightly to emphasize my answer.
“Oh, I could tell,” she smiles, kissing the head and then pushing her tongue through the pre-cum that has gathered.
“You got too many clothes on, woman,” I mumble, my brain slowly going to mush as she continues to play with me—her tongue teasing me, her soft little hand stroking me.
I find her shirt and begin pulling it up her body. She moves away from me and lets go of my cock long enough to help me strip her. I throw the shirt down on the floor and instantly wrap my hands around her breasts—squeezing them. I feel her body tremor in reaction and that makes my cock throb almost as much as her mouth did.
She likes my touch.
I squeeze the full mounds, and I don’t do it gently. There has to be a sting of pain in my grip. Faith doesn’t seem to care. In fact, her head goes back, those long blond tresses falling down around her like a veil, so long they tease against my legs. She takes a shuddering breath as her eyes close and my hands move from her breasts, across her ribs and finally to her hips, clenching and biting into them as I watch her tongue dart out to lick her lips.
So fucking sexy.
“Naked. I want you naked, Faith.”
“But—”
“Now,” I order, leaving no room for argument. She stares at me for a minute and then shifts so she can take off her shorts and underwear.
I thought the view couldn’t get better. I discover I’m wrong. I sit up, resting against the back of the headboard; I don’t want to miss any of this.
“Can I suck you again now?” she asks, her eyes hiding from mine slightly, her face blushed with a pink hue.
“Later. Climb up on top of me and let me inside, Faith.”
“Titan—”
“I need inside of you, wife.” The word ‘wife’ slips from my tongue with ease and a sweetness like aged wine. It feels right and that’s another thing I’m not going to think about. Not right now. She moves her body and I help pull her up until she’s over my cock—exactly where I need her. I encircle her hand in mine and pull it down to my cock, wrapping it around my shaft. “Take me inside,” I growl and she doesn’t bother to hide the pleasure those words give her. Fuck, her face lights up with pleasure. My cock pulsates at her touch. She guides me to her entrance and she’s so wet I feel her juices against my head already. All that wetness… all that excitement from nothing more than sucking me.
Faith Lucas might be fucking perfection.
When she lowers down on my cock, agonizingly slow—I’m sure of it.
“God… I’ve missed you, Titan,” she whispers. Her voice is soft and full of an honesty you can hear. An honesty that shakes me to the fucking core. “You feel so good. It’s like heaven when you’re inside of me,” she moans as she settles on top of me, stretching up to kiss me and causing my cock to scrape against her inside walls, and fuck if that doesn’t feel even better.
I take her lips with a hunger so violent the kiss may bruise her lips and I don’t care. I need more. My tongue invades her mouth, tearing into her like a soldier ready to conquer. Faith begins riding me, using my cock to bring us both where we need to be. We kiss until both of us are oxygen starved. Her gasp of air vibrates in my ears as I kiss down her throat and then bite into the side of her neck. Again, I don’t do that gently. I’m too hungry for her, too starved. My fingers wrap painfully in her hair, only tightening when she rides me harder. I move from her throat, holding her hair so she can’t leave me—not that she would, but I’m beyond thinking. My balls are heavy; my body feels as if liquid heat is being poured through it. I’m that damn close to coming.
I lie there and watch as Faith takes what she needs. Her tits bounce up and down—taunting me with her ride. My cock tunnels in and out of her pussy and I watch that too. Her fingers are biting into my sides, scoring the skin as she braces herself. She doesn’t ride me gently. She’s a hellcat determined to get what she wants and I love that too.
“Titan… Titan…” She whispers my name over and over, and I can feel her tighten against my cock, milking it as her juices rain over my shaft.
Fucking unbelievably beautiful.
“Come for me, Faith. Come for me,” I urge her, my fingers moving down to where we’re joined. I use the pads of them to rub against her swollen clit. It’s thumping against my fingers and so wet it’s hard to do anything other than rub and push against it—but then, that’s all it takes.
Faith detonates, letting out my name in a long, winding wail of a sound that is loud enough I’m sure they hear it in the next hotel room over and I don’t give a fuck. She’s bearing down on my cock so hard that my body jerks up and at her tortured, breathy voice I go over the edge with her.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers close to my ear as I fill her full of my cum. “I’ve missed you.”
My eyes close and I surrender to this woman… to my… wife.
Fuck, marrying her might have been the smartest thing I’ve ever done.
23
Faith
I look at my signature on the annulment papers and I hate it. I hate everything about it, but I know it’s what I need to do. I drop the pen on top of the paper and close my eyes, because this is final and it’s painful. It doesn’t make sense that it hurts so much—but it does.
I stand and walk back to the foot of the bed and look at Titan sleeping. I thought before he just slept hard because of all of the alcohol in his system. I was wrong. Titan sleeps like the fucking dead, and somehow it’s cute. It hurts to move, but it’s a delicious ache. Titan used my body so many times and in so many ways last night, I know I’ll be sore for days—and I like it.
I don’t want to leave—not really, but I decided last night that I need to let go and finally get my life in order. I don’t have much money saved up, just what’s left from the money I made in Buck-Stop. That’s going quick, because my Jeep isn’t exactly great on gas. That means I need to make some important decisions quick. The main one is w
here I’m going next.
There’s a few choices, but with money being like it is, the best choice is Texas. Aunt Ida Sue invited me out when I talked to her on the phone yesterday. I think she was secretly hoping Titan would follow me there. With me signing the annulment papers, that’s not going to happen. Titan gets what he wants and I got…
Laid. I got laid.
Might as well call a spade a spade.
He is going to wonder about me being pregnant, though, which is why I left him a note beside the signed papers. He needs to know he’s in the clear. I gave him my Aunt Ida Sue’s address and asked him to mail the papers there too, once they’re filed. He’s completely free to marry again. I ignore the pain that causes. I don’t want to think about Titan marrying anyone. With a sigh, I grab my bag, sunglasses and keys. Then I close the door as gently and as quietly as I can. I thought about waking Titan up, but we said all there was to say between us last night.
The morning sun is already bright and the heat is bearing down as I walk across the parking lot. If I hurry, I can hit Texas by the end of the day—well, if my penny cooperates. I swear there were times yesterday I just went in circles. I’m going to have to change the damn thing if today starts like that. Maybe I should flip a dime this time, kind of change it up and hopefully change my luck.
I hop in my Jeep and start the ignition. I look at the main road and back to the hotel. I stare at the door of the room, trying to will it open.
Nothing happens.
I didn’t really expect it to, but a girl can hope.
I pull to the edge of the hotel entrance and stare at the highway. I grab the penny and throw it up. I watch as it flips in mid-air and then lands on the passenger seat with a soft thud.
Tails.
Was that left or right? For the life of me, I can’t remember. Today it’s right. I reach over and turn on the radio. It’s time; time to leave Titan behind me. So I do.
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