She looked out the window over her sink to his cabin, where she always seemed to look. His lights were out, but she knew he was there. Kate wondered if he ever watched her. Her nipples hardened at the thought.
Kate flipped off all the lights in the house and stepped out back into the darkness. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust. She sipped on her wine.
Her heart leapt when his yellow eyes flashed her way. He had to be looking. That was the only way she could see his eyes glow like that.
She wondered what he looked like when he was off work. The other night he had been bare chested, his muscled chest right there in front of her.
Kate closed her eyes and thought of how he looked, his bronzed body and black hair a stark contrast to her own. She pictured his hand moving across her body, sliding up her stomach until he reached her aching breast. Kate reached over and tweaked her own nipple. She groaned loudly and looked over across the way.
Her eyes, having adjusted to the darkness could just make him out. He sat, watching her intently, as if waiting to see what she would do next. His bare chest glowed in the light of the moon.
Kate set her glass down and watched him as she moved her hand across her body. When her fingers rolled over her hardened nipples, she let out another groan. His hand fell to his pants, and she watched as he moved his hand over the growing bulge there.
Not able to wait any longer, she stretched her shirt below her breasts and pinched her nipples hard, rolling them between her fingers. His eyes blazed yellow at her.
Her heart pulsed in her throat, and she wondered how far he would take this. Kate whipped her shirt over her head and tossed it to the ground beside her. His hand sped up, and she watched for a moment as he stroked himself through his pants.
Everything in her wanted him to unzip his pants and pull out the massive erection she knew was there. Kate pulled herself onto her knees and slid her hand down to the seam of her shorts. Her fingers teased the elastic until the tips of her fingers slid beneath.
She moaned when she pushed her hand all the way in until she met her slick heat.
Kate could hear him now. He was breathing so hard she wondered how he didn’t pass out.
When she brushed a finger on her clit, her breath hitched, and she knew he had heard. His hand rubbed harder at his pants.
“Take it out,” she whispered.
Titus froze, and she grunted in frustration. Kate stood and slipped her shorts down her legs. She stood there naked and exceptionally horny.
This time when she sat up on her knees in her chair, she knew he could see her.
Kate tweaked her nipples as she ran a finger along her wet lips. Her thumb bumped her clit, and she gyrated her hips over it, circling it over and over she watched him. She could tell he wanted to run, but his body wouldn’t let him.
With a snarl, he yanked at his zipper and pulled his pants down a little. She jumped when he sprang free, his length bigger than she expected.
Kate slipped two fingers inside her aching pussy and groaned.
“Yes,” she whispered.
She could see him clear as day. His hand moved furiously up and down over his massive cock. The tip glistened, and she wished she could lean forward and lick it up.
Kate found a rhythm with him, moving her hips up and down in time with him. Pushing fingers deeper each time, she groaned as she got closer.
“Come with me,” she whispered.
Titus moaned and moved his hand faster. She watched as he rubbed the tip every now and again. Kate curled her fingers and rocked her body onto her hand.
Kate rubbed her clit hard as she worked her fingers in and out, the peak of her climax only seconds away. She looked up and locked eyes with him. For that one instant, he seemed closer than ever before. Like it really was him pushing up into her.
“Titus,” she said.
Kate watched as he tossed back his head and came. Sweat rolled down his chest. Her insides fluttered around her fingers as her own climax took over. She gripped the rail in front of her and shuddered a few more times.
She jumped when his door banged closed. It wasn’t like she was expecting anything from it, but it would have been nice if he had at least acknowledged the most amazing orgasm ever.
Kate reached down and picked up her clothes from the ground. Drained and slightly ashamed she had let it go that far, she picked up her wine and dumped it over the ledge. That was enough of that. She’d had quite enough excitement for one day.
As she stared off into the distance, two red dots shined back at her. She shivered despite the heat.
“Must be a bird,” she whispered.
Despite her words, she huddled her clothes in front of her body and backed into the house. Once inside she slammed the door and flipped the lock.
She tried to laugh at her actions but couldn’t shake the odd feeling she got when looking at those red dots. Kate slipped on her shirt and shorts. When she got to the kitchen, she looked out the window at the woods. Whatever had been out there had moved on.
Kate sighed and walked into the living room. She flipped on lights as she went and stopped at her bedroom. For the first time ever, she pulled the blinds. Sighing, she pulled off her sticky clothes and jumped into the shower. Maybe after she cooled off she’d feel less uneasy.
The cool spray eased her tired muscles. It had been a long time since she’d had an orgasm, and she was fairly certain that she’d never had one like that. She flipped off the water, feeling much better. Whatever had bothered her before had moved on, and she wasn’t going to think about it. She also wasn’t going to think about her moody neighbor slash boss.
House still lit up, she crawled into bed. As sleep drifted over her, her mind returned to Titus and the way he had looked earlier. She sighed. It was a nice look at him. As she replayed the scene in her head, those glowing red eyes seeped into her thoughts. Before long, that was all that she saw, a glowing red nightmare.
Chapter Seven
All week Kate had been pissed off. She didn’t even know how to address something like this. She had spent weeks complaining that she wanted to do her work from home, but now that he had given her the green light, it just ticked her off.
She knew what this meant. Titus was avoiding her, and nothing pissed her off more than being ignored. Add a helping of sexual frustration and she was ready to take on the world.
Not only had he managed to avoid her at work but also at home. No longer did she find him sitting on his back deck at night. Instead she was left with darkness and never-ending nightmares.
She stretched as she made her coffee. It was about the only thing keeping her going at this point. Not bothering with cream and sugar, she sucked down the hot brew. She wasn’t about to let anything bring down her mood.
Kate smiled as she came into the bedroom. She was going to make Titus pay for being an ass, and it was going to be oh so good. She eyed the low-cut dress she had hanging in the corner. Summery enough to not be trying too hard but low cut enough to get noticed.
She picked up the red dress and smiled. It really was amazing how much it did for her figure. Kate slipped it on and sighed. Low in the back, with a deep V in the front, she just loved the look of it. Her brown sandal heels went perfect with it. She tossed her clothes for flag football in a bag and grinned. Titus had no idea what was coming.
* * *
Titus grumbled in the corner. If the son of a bitch touched her one more time, he was pretty certain he might just have to start breaking fingers.
“You know today is supposed to be about how much we get along together,” Sol said. “Not how well we fight over women.”
Titus glared at him as he sat in the chair next to him.
“I’m surprised Erica would even let you get involved,” he said.
Sol shrugged. “What can I say? She likes my body.” He grinned and Titus loosened up.
“Wouldn’t piss me off so much, but she keeps passing me up,” he said and tensed. “I’m the
damned leader.”
Sol clapped him on the shoulder and nodded across the room. “Well it looks like your number just got called,” he said.
Titus looked across the room to Hannah, who was frantically waving him over. He nodded and stood. Most of the men were already starting to filter out, and he began to wonder if they were even going to use him.
He stopped part way and watched Kate as she adjusted Apollo and one of Carter’s men. His chest rumbled when she gripped Apollo’s hips and turned him. With all of them in boxers, it left pretty much nothing to the imagination.
The younger hybrid turned to him and grinned. If he didn’t know the man would flirt with just about anything that moved, he would have tossed Apollo’s ass across the room.
“There,” she said and smiled at them. His heart twisted as he stared at her. It was the closest he had been to her since the night on the deck. He’d watched her through the window in his living room. Everything in him said to just go to her, but he couldn’t bring her anymore into his world.
He stared as she passed by and stood next to Hannah. They snapped a few shots and smiled.
“All done, boys,” Hannah called. “Why don’t you all get something to eat with the rest?”
Titus looked around and found it was just the three of them.
“Just a minute,” Hannah said as she began to adjust things on the set.
“Wasn’t sure if you were going to use me,” he said to Kate.
“Glad to know I wasn’t the only one wondering that,” Kate said. Her hair floated around her as she turned to tend to something on the table.
He moved without purpose and found himself standing behind her, hands resting on either side of the table. Titus leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Her floral scent lingered in the air around him and made him want to do nothing more than bury himself deep inside her.
“You have circles under your eyes,” he said into her ear.
“What do you care?” she huffed and tried to move away from him.
Titus leaned into her and sighed. There was something so right about being next to her.
“I care,” he whispered. “More than I have any right to.”
She turned in his arms and opened her mouth to speak.
“Okay,” Hannah said as she came back into the room.
Kate pulled away from him.
Hannah came over and placed a pair of underwear in his hands.
“Go put these on.” She smiled. Titus looked down at the red underwear in her hand.
“I don’t know,” he protested.
Hannah pushed him toward the door. “You’ll thank me for it later,” she whispered.
Titus turned around the little woman and nearly laughed when she gave a wink.
He nodded and headed off to do his duty.
* * *
Kate helped Hannah try and get things organized. They had been busier than she could have ever guessed, but the men today had been totally clueless as to what women were looking for. They thought as long as they keep their hips forward, that would be good enough. It was like some sort of twisted 80’s video.
“What do you think?” Titus said as he walked in the room.
She took a deep breath and steadied herself. Seeing him in his boxers had been a bit too similar to the other night.
Kate turned around and nearly dropped what was in her hand. This pair was worse than the last. It was like some sort of Santa Claus take on men’s underwear. They clung in all the right places, and she blushed as she noticed his accentuated areas.
“Are you sure that’s appropriate?” she whispered to Hannah.
Hannah walked around him and nodded.
“Maybe it’s a little tight, but that’s what the ladies want right?”
Kate’s throat closed over a little. It was what women wanted, but she wasn’t so sure that made it right.
Hannah rolled her eyes.
“Have him sit in the Santa chair while I get the camera positioned,” she said.
Kate led him over to the chair and sat him down. Surely there was some way for her to fix this problem.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s put your hand on your leg.”
Titus placed his hand on his leg, and she frowned. If she wanted him in the right position, she was going to have to move his hand around. She moved his arm on his leg and draped his hand across in front and then did the same on the other side.
When she leaned back, his area only seemed to be showcased now. Kate sighed and tried a different pose. By the fifth try, she was running out of ideas.
She looked up at him when she touched his chest. He grunted.
“Are you okay?” she whispered.
Titus glanced around her to Hannah.
“You aren’t going to be able to hide things,” he said and looked down. “Especially if you keep touching me like that.”
Her cheeks flamed at his comment.
“Okay,” Hannah said, smiling. “Are we ready?”
She yelped when Titus picked her up at the waist and sat her on his lap.
“Ready,” he said easily.
“Oh, that is good,” Hannah cooed.
“No, wait,” Kate said. “I’m not supposed…” She stopped when his hand came to rest between her thighs. She sat balanced on one of his legs and slid a hand around his neck.
“Kate,” Hannah called from behind the camera. “Act like you’re telling him a naughty secret.”
Kate turned to him and paused at his smug smile. It was like he knew he had her one-upped.
She smiled, leaned in and placed her lips to his ears.
“I’m not wearing panties today,” she said. Her breath rustled the black hair at the nape of his neck.
“Perfect,” Hannah called out to them.
Kate sat upright and stared at him. His eyes blazed yellow at her, and she felt her body tighten in response to what she had said.
“Here,” Hannah said. She thrust a stick in Kate’s hand and then raced back behind the camera. “Come on and kiss already,” she shouted.
Kate looked up.
“What is it?” Titus mumbled.
She looked back at him. “Mistletoe,” she said quietly.
“What’s it for?” he asked gruffly.
“Kissing,” she whispered.
Titus crushed his mouth to hers without any more of a prompt. He lightly bit at her bottom lip, and when she gasped, slipped his tongue in to her mouth. They battled, and she felt a bulge poke the side of her leg.
“Kate,” he growled into her mouth.
Kate jumped when she heard Hannah clear her throat.
She breathed hard as she stared at him, her lips raw from their kiss.
“That’s good guys,” Hannah said softly. “I think I’ll just go have some lunch first.”
Kate watched helpless as Hannah fled the room. She struggled to stand up but was stopped by his massive arms. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she stilled in his lap.
“I need to help set up the games,” she whispered.
She twisted to get up but stopped when she felt the rumble from his chest.
“Leave it,” he said harshly.
Kate frowned. “You can’t talk to me like that.” She glared at him. “After the crap you pulled—” she continued but was cut off by his mouth.
She sighed as he gently kissed her and let his tongue trace the seam of her mouth. Although it wasn’t as rough, the passion bubbled just below the surface, and she felt herself falling into his embrace. Her tongue met with his as they explored one another.
When he pulled back, she watched him through half-lidded eyes.
Titus traced a path along the V of her dress, gently skimming the inside of her breast.
“I don’t think—” she started to say but found his mouth on hers again.
The hand at her chest slipped up around the back of her neck and tangled with her hair there. He pulled her hard against him. She gasped when he lifted her up and slipped between
her legs so she was straddling him.
Kate pulled back and frowned at him. “You can’t just kiss me when you don’t like what I’m saying.”
“Fine.” He grinned and brought her down hard on his throbbing cock.
She groaned and threw her head back.
“Fuck,” he bit out. “You really aren’t wearing any panties.”
She gasped when he pushed the red dress up her thighs. The cool air chilled her throbbing clit. Kate gripped his shoulders hard, and he looked at her.
“This isn’t fair,” she whispered. Tears burned in her eyes. “Not after this week.”
She swallowed hard and tried to keep her emotions under control.
Titus groaned and leaned forward to place tender kisses along her neck, kissing and licking the exposed skin.
“Just let me touch you,” he mumbled. When he sat back to look at her, his eyes seemed to burn into her. “All those men touching you. I just…” He sighed again and placed his forehead to hers. “I just need to touch you.”
He wasn’t someone who needed anything, and he needed her. She raised a hand and placed it on his cheek. When he looked up, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Her arms when around his neck as she moved her body against his.
“Kate,” he groaned against her mouth.
She jumped when she felt his hand slip between her legs and brush against her clit as she ground against him.
“Oh,” she moaned and leaned back to watch his fingers against her.
Kate marveled at how long they were and ached to feel them inside her.
His touch was light and nearly maddening. Frustrated, she pushed hard against him and smiled at his chuckle. It was nice knowing she could have that sort of effect on him as well.
“Patience,” he said.
Kate narrowed her eyes at him. “Fuck patience,” she said and moved her hand down over his barely clothed cock.
“Shit,” he hissed and leaned his head back.
She loved the way he responded to her touch. His neck exposed to her, she leaned forward and nipped at his collar bone. Her tongue soon followed, soothing the skin. She worked her way up to his ear and tugged on the lobe. Titus rubbed hard against her clit. She groaned.
Titus: Luna Lodge #2 Page 5
