Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
“Right,” Titus laughs. “It’s a big thing to hope for, but…”
He raises his hand up in front of my face and crosses his fingers. For some reason, I am immediately taken back to the parking lot when he had his arm around me and that hand was cupped on my shoulder.
I realize that my heart is racing. I hope there are no outer signs that he could notice, like blushing or sweating.
Quickly, I raise my hand up and cross my fingers too.
“Let’s hope!”
Titus chuckles and looks back at the road, and I’m still smiling, but that’s when something terrible happens. That’s when my cell phone vibrates. And it’s loud enough that it can be heard throughout the whole truck.
It’s not my dad. He would call. It’s most likely Eric, and there’s no way I’m checking that while I’m riding with Titus, so I just ignore it.
But then, less than a minute later, it actually rings. And I can’t ignore that.
I pull my phone from my backpack and glance at the screen, praying it will be my dad, but there’s Eric’s name on the caller ID. I side-eye Titus, hoping he isn’t paying attention, but he’s looking and has already seen.
“Titus, I—”
Before I can react, my phone is in Titus’s hand. He hangs up for me and stuffs it back in my bag, then whips the truck on a hard right down a road I’ve never been on or even really noticed.
“That little son of a bitch,” he growls under his breath. “He still thinks he has a chance to make you his, doesn’t he?”
The trees are whipping by on either side of us. Titus has his foot on the gas, and we are speeding down this road that seems to lead to nowhere.
“I…I don’t know?”
“He didn’t listen to me back there.” I can see how white Titus’s knuckles are as he grips the steering wheel, the veins on his biceps looking like they’re ready to bulge out from under his skin as we plunge deeper and deeper into the woods. He glances over at me. “That little punk will never make you his, Lucy. You understand that?”
I’m nearly shivering. Every nerve in my body is blazing as though I’ve been struck by lightning. I can barely even muster the will to nod my head. “I…yes, sir.”
He smiles at me, a smile like a wolf would smile after having just found its prey.
“Good.”
And then he hits the brakes. The truck suddenly slows and turns into something resembling a parking lot, only just dirt and barely large enough for two cars. We’re surrounded on all sides by trees, and it doesn’t look like anyone has been here in years.
“W-where are we?” I stammer as he unbuckles and turns to me.
“This is somewhere known only to me and a few others,” Titus replies, his fierce eyes fixed on me.
This is bad.
This is really bad.
He’s my dads best friend, and I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this. I also have no idea what I’m doing, and he doesn’t know that. There’s no way I’m going to live up to his expectations. But as he leans in, and I just know he’s going to kiss me, I simply cannot find the ability within me to resist him.
“I’m going to disappoint you,” I whisper.
“Impossible.” Titus smiles.
“I…I’m a virgin.” The admission itself feels like I’ve already done something to disrupt the magic of this moment.
“I know, sweetie. You think I didn’t know that?” He strokes the side of my cheek, leans in, and kisses me, and it’s as if the entire world explodes. It’s as if a massive ten thousand pound weight has been lifted from my chest.
He reaches between my thighs and touches me where no man has ever touched me before. My jaw drops, and I gasp.
“And now I’m going to make you mine and bind you to me.”
6
Titus
I unclip her seatbelt and flip the latch that lets her seat go back. I wish our first time could be somewhere nicer, like back at my apartment or in a luxury hotel, but I’m so overwhelmed right now and so fueled by the need to make her mine that this will have to do.
My heart is pounding as I slip my hand up under her T-shirt and lift it, exposing the nicest, perkiest tits I’ve ever seen. Christ, this sexy little minx doesn’t even wear a bra to school. If her father heard about this—
No! No thoughts about Dougie right now. My cock is nearly ready to burst in my jeans, and I’m going through with this no matter what.
Lucy moans as I cup her breast and squeeze. Her head tilts back, and I kiss down her neck, starting at her jaw until I have her left nipple between my lips. It’s like a little gum drop but better. I suck it as my other hand unbuttons her jeans then tugs the zipper down.