man.
I’m not the Titan Blackstone who
used to sleep in this room. That guy had hopes and dreams and a future ahead of
him. But he’s dead and gone now. Only difference between the whereabouts of his
soul and the whereabouts of his mom and sister is that he’s trapped in a living
hell.
“What are you doing?” She spills
around to face me.
“Do you want to fuck me, Jordana?”
I ask. No more games. No more bullshit.
“Titan…”
I clear my throat. “Yes or no.”
Her gaze leaves mine, dragging
over my carved chest and falling to the bulge beneath the towel.
“I-I haven’t been with anyone in
a while,” she says. “And I don’t want things to be awkward between us.”
She buries her head in her hands
and sinks into the foot of her bed.
“No,” she says, laughing. “No,
this is a bad idea. I can’t believe you had me entertaining this for a minute.
We can’t.”
“ It’s just sex. It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I say. “I’m moving out as soon as
I get my first check. You won’t ever see me again.”
“I’ll see you at Christmas and
Thanksgiving…”
The fact that she’s still
entertaining this idea makes my cock grow.
“No you won’t,” I say. “Once I’m
gone, I’m never coming back.”
Her jaw falls.
“Fuck me, Jordana.” My voice is a
low growl, deep in my chest. Our eyes lock, and I’m seconds from pouncing on
her unless she tells me to get the fuck out of her room. “You want to. I can
see it your eyes.”
She glances to the floor.
“I want to taste you.” I step
toward her. “Feel you from the inside…”
Jordana swallows, raking her
shaking hand along her comforter.
“You’re a good girl,” I say. “You
do everything right. You went to school. You probably get good grades. I doubt
you’ve smoked as much as a cigarette in your life.”
Our eyes meet again. I have her
attention.
“You deserve to be bad, even if
it’s just once.” My words are the final shove she needs, pushing her over the
edge we’d been standing at since the moment we first met. “Can’t promise I’ll
be gentle. But I promise it’ll leave you just as satisfied as it’ll leave me.”
Her lips fall, like she’s halfway
between protesting and giving in.
“So what’ll it be?” I take
another step toward her. “What’s your answer?”
“This is wrong.”
CHAPTER NINE
– JORDANA
He’s gone.
I expected him to keep pushing
and pushing, and maybe part of me wanted him to. Instead, I gave him a
non-committal answer. He wanted to fuck me, and I told him it was wrong.
Just like that, he turned on his
heel and left my room.
My fingers pulse, missing the way
his skin might’ve felt beneath them. My thighs squeeze together, staving off
the burning ache that ignited when I first saw him in his towel in the hall.
Everything about Titan is wrong
for me.
He’s the son of my mother’s
boyfriend, and I can only imagine the things she would say…
And he’s “on paper”. A parolee.
Getting involved with him would cost me my internship and future job
opportunities.
I can’t throw away my future over
the possibility of some good sex.
I need a cold shower.
I need an icy drink of water.
I need some fresh air.
I bolt out of my room, passing
the hall bathroom where Titan stands there, flossing his teeth like he wasn’t
previously two seconds from fucking me.
“Going somewhere?” he asks when I
rush past.
Gripping the bannister at the top
of the stairs, I pause. Not sure why. He doesn’t need to know where I’m going,
and engaging in this conversation is asking for trouble.
My knees weaken. I’m wound up.
Craving a release. Sure would be nice to have a fuck buddy like most of my
friends. They were all busy finding guys to hook up with on the regular while I
kept my nose buried in a book the last four years.
“Going for a walk,” I call out.
“It’s dark.” He emerges from the
bathroom. “There are no sidewalks on our streets. Very few
I’m not the Titan Blackstone who
used to sleep in this room. That guy had hopes and dreams and a future ahead of
him. But he’s dead and gone now. Only difference between the whereabouts of his
soul and the whereabouts of his mom and sister is that he’s trapped in a living
hell.
“What are you doing?” She spills
around to face me.
“Do you want to fuck me, Jordana?”
I ask. No more games. No more bullshit.
“Titan…”
I clear my throat. “Yes or no.”
Her gaze leaves mine, dragging
over my carved chest and falling to the bulge beneath the towel.
“I-I haven’t been with anyone in
a while,” she says. “And I don’t want things to be awkward between us.”
She buries her head in her hands
and sinks into the foot of her bed.
“No,” she says, laughing. “No,
this is a bad idea. I can’t believe you had me entertaining this for a minute.
We can’t.”
“ It’s just sex. It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I say. “I’m moving out as soon as
I get my first check. You won’t ever see me again.”
“I’ll see you at Christmas and
Thanksgiving…”
The fact that she’s still
entertaining this idea makes my cock grow.
“No you won’t,” I say. “Once I’m
gone, I’m never coming back.”
Her jaw falls.
“Fuck me, Jordana.” My voice is a
low growl, deep in my chest. Our eyes lock, and I’m seconds from pouncing on
her unless she tells me to get the fuck out of her room. “You want to. I can
see it your eyes.”
She glances to the floor.
“I want to taste you.” I step
toward her. “Feel you from the inside…”
Jordana swallows, raking her
shaking hand along her comforter.
“You’re a good girl,” I say. “You
do everything right. You went to school. You probably get good grades. I doubt
you’ve smoked as much as a cigarette in your life.”
Our eyes meet again. I have her
attention.
“You deserve to be bad, even if
it’s just once.” My words are the final shove she needs, pushing her over the
edge we’d been standing at since the moment we first met. “Can’t promise I’ll
be gentle. But I promise it’ll leave you just as satisfied as it’ll leave me.”
Her lips fall, like she’s halfway
between protesting and giving in.
“So what’ll it be?” I take
another step toward her. “What’s your answer?”
“This is wrong.”
CHAPTER NINE
– JORDANA
He’s gone.
I expected him to keep pushing
and pushing, and maybe part of me wanted him to. Instead, I gave him a
non-committal answer. He wanted to fuck me, and I told him it was wrong.
Just like that, he turned on his
heel and left my room.
My fingers pulse, missing the way
his skin might’ve felt beneath them. My thighs squeeze together, staving off
the burning ache that ignited when I first saw him in his towel in the hall.
Everything about Titan is wrong
for me.
He’s the son of my mother’s
boyfriend, and I can only imagine the things she would say…
And he’s “on paper”. A parolee.
Getting involved with him would cost me my internship and future job
opportunities.
I can’t throw away my future over
the possibility of some good sex.
I need a cold shower.
I need an icy drink of water.
I need some fresh air.
I bolt out of my room, passing
the hall bathroom where Titan stands there, flossing his teeth like he wasn’t
previously two seconds from fucking me.
“Going somewhere?” he asks when I
rush past.
Gripping the bannister at the top
of the stairs, I pause. Not sure why. He doesn’t need to know where I’m going,
and engaging in this conversation is asking for trouble.
My knees weaken. I’m wound up.
Craving a release. Sure would be nice to have a fuck buddy like most of my
friends. They were all busy finding guys to hook up with on the regular while I
kept my nose buried in a book the last four years.
“Going for a walk,” I call out.
“It’s dark.” He emerges from the
bathroom. “There are no sidewalks on our streets. Very few
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