Titus closes the cabin door. “It's cold in here.” But when he takes my hand, I warm right up.
He stokes the fire and soon enough it's blazing brightly. “I know you don't drink coffee, but what is your hot beverage of choice? I could make you a hot toddy.”
“Sounds perfect.”
In the kitchen, he pulls a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard. He slices a lemon, gets out some honey and soon enough we have piping hot mugs in our hands.
I take a sip. “It’s delicious,” I tell him.
“Good,” he says. “Because I don’t really know my way around a kitchen.” He takes my coat and sets it on the back of a chair. He takes his off too, then he runs his hands over my arms, warming me up. “Now listen close, okay?”
I laugh nervously. “Why do I feel like something big is about to happen?”
“I’m going to tell it to you straight,” he says. “I like whiskey. I hate cats. I have terrible taste in music, but great taste in food.” He pauses and gives me a smile. “I've been driving the same truck since I was seventeen years old. It was my Pop's truck. My parents live on a farm in Illinois. I visit them a few times a year. I have a younger sister. I paid off Pop’s farm when I won my first big fight. And I started to fight because it made me feel alive. I gave it up when it started to feel like death. I don't exactly know what I want to be when I grow up besides do my best to be a man, a good man. Your man. I don't have a preference for where I live. It's all the same to me. What I do care about…”
“Yes?” I ask, hanging on to his every word. Loving his voice, his story, his everything.
“I care about being a man of my word and so I need you to hear it from me. Tink, I didn't mean to lie to you, but I can see from your point of view that I did and I'm sorry about that. I'm so damn sorry.”
“You don't have to apologize,” I tell him. “I get it. I get how—”
He presses a hand to my mouth. “I know you understand, but it doesn't mean I don't want to say I'm sorry that I hurt you. I don't want to be the reason you cry.”
Now, I blink back tears. I lift my chin because I don't want them to fall. Still, they betray me by rolling down my cheeks.
“Look at you, girl. Are you always this difficult? Refusing to listen. You aren’t supposed to cry.”
I smile. “They're happy tears, I promise.”
He cups my cheeks with his hands. He wipes the tears away with his thumbs. And he draws me close. When he kisses me, my knees give out, and I fall into him.
“I meant it when I told you that I love you,” he tells me, our eyes locked, our breathing shallow. The space between us so small. It’s as if our hearts and souls have linked up, joined forces, and become one.
Then our clothes are dropped to the floor, leaving our bodies bare. Wordlessly, he picks me up again and takes me to his bed. It's quiet here up in the mountains, and I swear I can hear his beating heart.
“You're so beautiful,” he tells me as he runs his hand over my bare skin. “So damn beautiful.” His fingers run over my slick pussy. I’m already so wet for him. I want him and he knows it. My body tells him everything he needs to know.
We’re naked and alone and it's so much better than being in the sweaty gym. I grin, and so does he. It's contagious, this emotion rising in both of us.
Love. It’s crazy and wonderful and ours.
“I was supposed to stay away,” he tells me as he kisses my thighs, my belly, my tits. “Your grandpa forbade me from seeing you.”
“But you couldn't, could you?” I ask. “I must have sprinkled my pixie dust all over you last night.”
“You can sprinkle whatever you want over me because, Tink, I’d do anything for you.”
“Anything?” I ask, running my hand over his chiseled body. “You’re so hard. So rock solid.” I move my hand to his cock and stroke him. It's so thick, so hard for me. It makes me feel beautiful and wanted. “I love how you feel against me,” I tell him. “Last night I felt so alive. I want to feel that way again.”
“Good,” he tells me. “I do too.” His fingers run over me, opening my folds, circling my clit, and I close my eyes, falling back on his bed, gasping as he touches me so tenderly. It's hard to breathe.
“Oh, Titus, you're teasing me.”
“But you like to be teased, baby. Don’t you?” he asks.
“By you? Yes,” I say with a sigh, pulling him closer to me. “I want to taste you though, please.”
He groans in pleasure and he rolls onto his back. I climb on top of him, turning my body so my ass is in his face. He grunts as he pulls my hips down to his mouth, my pussy to his tongue. He licks me and I moan, my back arching. I then dip my head, opening my mouth and taking him in.
His cock is thick and hard. And I want to ride his face and suck his cock until his come slides down my throat.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls as he begins to work his mouth over me. I feel my juicy slit drip for him, coating his beard and he licks it all up, pleasuring me as I suck him off.
My nipples are hard, my skin hot, and his cock is so, so big. It's hard to keep my mouth around it, but I like the way he's opening me up with his tongue and his fingers, widening my gap so I can take him better, more fully. I love the way it feels to be touched by him, it’s like a wave washing over me, making me brand new. His hand is on my back, drawing me close and I move my hips in a circle as he licks me nice and good.
“Your pussy is so sweet.” I can feel him smile as I suck him. And I’m loving the way the precum tastes when it hits my tongue. I fondle his balls and then I dip my mouth to them. Taking them one at a time, sucking them while running my fingers over his rigid length.
He’s so thick and meaty. Mine. I want him to erupt in my mouth. I want his come to coat my tits. It's dirty and delicious, but it’s all I can think as he pushes my ass in the air and begins to finger me hard. One finger, two fingers. I moan.
“Oh, God. Titus,” I whimper as I stroke him harder, jerking him off, knowing he's close. I want his come to shoot across my face. I want drops of the salty, milky goodness to land on my tongue, my tits. “Come on, baby,” I moan, dipping my mouth and sucking him again. Up and down, up and down.
He fucks me with his hand while I lick his big hard cock. “You're gonna make me come, baby,” he moans.
“Good,” I say. “Come in my mouth. Please.”
He does as he was told, his come shoots in my mouth and I pull out his cock, stroking him hard, his come shooting across my chest, my tits, my chin. I suck him again, wanting to swallow the droplets of come as they erupt. He tastes so good, so creamy, and he sucks my pussy until I'm moaning, writhing and falling over.
He runs his hands against my cunt until the friction is hot enough to burn. Until my body is nothing but a blue flame. Then he flips me over on my hands and knees and he dips his mouth to my ass, licking my cunt as I beg for more.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard,” I tell him, the words so new to me. Ones I've never spoken before, but they feel so hot, so right.
He slides his still-hard cock into my dripping wet pussy from behind while I’m on my hands and knees. I beg him, “Fuck me.” I ask him again, “Fuck me, baby.”
He does. He fucks me so damn well. He grabs my tits, holding them in his palms. I know they're small, but he seems to like them. He fingers my nipples. He pulls back my hair.
“Fuck, baby. You're so, so good,” he growls in my ear, sending a shiver of pleasure rippling over every inch of me.
I know my pussy is tight and it wraps so well around him. He pulls me to him as he fills me up, deeper and deeper. His cock is so big, so ready, so hard. And I cry out my desire. “Harder.” My fingers dig into the sheets. “Fuck me like I'm yours.”
The words seem to send a primal wave through him because now he unleashes everything he has left. His cock pumps so hard against me that my pussy is nothing but a vessel for pure pleasure. Titus takes me until we're both spent, exhausted. Orgasming from our heads to our toes. He
fills me up and I savor the hot release as it moves through me. We gasp for breath, panting. He pulls me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around him, sitting in his lap.
“I love you,” I tell him, our eyes locked.
“Is that because I made you come?”
I smile. “No, I love you because I was made for you the same way you were made for me.”
“I love you too, baby girl,” he tells me, kissing my swollen lips.
“Good,” I say with a smile. “Because my grandma made me promise we'd come to her place for dinner tonight.”
Chapter Nine
Titus
“You sure they want me to come for dinner?” I ask as we pull up to Teddy and Maria's house.
“I promise,” Tink says, twisting her hair into her signature bun on the top of her head as I park my truck. “I wouldn't set you up to fail.”
“Okay, I can buy that.” I kill the ignition. “You're sure they know I'm coming?” I ask, wanting to confirm that Teddy isn’t gonna come beat my ass for showing up here with Tink.
Sure, he encouraged me to run after her this morning, but that was hours ago. Things can change fast. Hell, I know that better than anyone. Right now, I’m looking at Tink thinking this girl I just met is my goddamn forever.
“I'm sure,” she says, patting my chest. “I texted my grandma before we left your cabin. She knows we're going to be here. She made her famous shepherd's pie. Just be sure to ask for extra helpings and compliment her on her dessert.”
“What's dessert?” I ask.
Tink laughs. “I don't know. I just know she loves to bake, so whatever she made will be good and she'll want you to tell her that.”
“Duly noted,” I say with a chuckle.
“Look,” Tink says, taking my hand as we walk up the front steps. “My grandma and grandpa love me more than anything in the world. And that means they'll inherently love you.”
“And how do you figure that?” I ask her.
“Because I love you. I don't think they can argue with that. Liking a guy is one thing, but loving him? That's different.”
“I couldn't agree more,” I say, leaning in and giving her another kiss. I have to lean pretty far because this girl of mine is so small, so damn cute. I wasn't lying when I said she’d fit in my pocket. In her ear, I whisper, “I can't wait to get you back home so I can fuck you again.”
Her cheeks redden and she bites her bottom lip. “You're trouble, Titus.”
“I'm your trouble now.”
She laughs, rolling her eyes and slapping my butt. “Come on. You need to put on a smile and be a gentleman.”
When we get inside the house, it smells like home cooking. “Show Titus around,” her grandma calls from the kitchen. “I want to finish this up first. Your grandpa is on his way home.”
Following her grandma’s request, Tink takes my hand and gives me a tour. “She always says one cook is enough in the kitchen.”
Their place is a classic brownstone in Boston, and Maria and Teddy have pictures of their granddaughter, Tink, growing up. Tink and I walk down the hallway together as she shows me the house.
I tease her about the photos of her being a little girl with braces. A photo of her at the beach on vacation has my cock twitching. She’s in tiny shorts and a crop top and I want to pull the photo off the damn wall and get off to it.
She smirks. “It wasn't that long ago, you know,” she says.
“I know,” I growl in her ear. “You're such an innocent thing with a tight young pussy.”
She draws in a sharp breath. “God, I want you so bad,” she whimpers.
“Soon enough, baby,” I tell her. She stops at her bedroom door. She pulls me inside and locks the door. The room is a simple, blues and greens — but she isn’t interested in showing me her trophies and scrapbooks.
“You can’t talk to me like that,” she tells me. “Like you did in the hall.”
I frown. “I don’t want to upset you.”
“Upset?” She bites down on her bottom lip and grabs my hand. “I’m not upset. I’m just so damn wet.”
I slide my hand into her panties, her creamy cunt is so wet for me. “Oh, god, baby,” I moan, fingering her pink folds. “My cock can’t handle this, Tink.”
She slides down her panties and tells me to fuck her on her bed. “You want my tight pussy? Then take it, Titus.”
I pull out my cock; it’s so thick and ready. “You are the forbidden fruit, and God, I need a bite.”
She spreads her legs like a good girl, pulling open her bedside table drawer. “I’ve practiced getting off,” she says, revealing a few vibrators and a dildo. She pulls a plastic toy out and I stroke myself, watching her flip the battery-operated cock on. “It used to be so fun… but now that I’ve had a real man. Now that I’ve had you?” she flips the switch off. “You’ve ruined me for everything else.”
“God, you’re perfect,” I tell her, taking the vibrator from her hand and shoving it in the drawer. I dip my rigid cock inside her. She gasps, her eyes full of want. “Your tight hole is so damn hot,” I tell her, my cock driving my point home.
Her slick cunt is so warm and ready, and I thrust against her, my body aware of the fact we need to be quiet and quick. But when I take Tink, it’s like time stills. We come, hard and fast and she’s left panting for breath.
“You can’t show me photos of yourself half-dressed again. You understand?” I ask, pulling my thick cock from her and running my hand over her juicy folds.
“I kind of like what it did to you.”
I chuckle, pulling up my pants. “Did to me? What about what it did to you?”
She pulls up her panties and opens the door to her adjacent bathroom to wash up. “Fair enough.”
I want to fuck her again in the shower, but I’ve got to keep those thoughts in check so I can get through this dinner. But when I hear the front door open, it’s like I’ve stepped into a cold shower. Now is the time to keep my desire in check. I need Tink’s family to approve of me.
Her grandma calls us down to the dining room, and she gives me a big hug and tells me she's so glad I came. “I’ve heard all about you,” she says.
I give Tink a look, not what knowing just how much she could have heard considering we just met twenty-four hours ago.
“Okay. Okay,” Grandma says. “I get it. I couldn’t have heard that much considering you’re a new kid around, but I must admit you have good taste. And everyone at the gym was talking about you today. You did the right thing; Marco was a bad seed.”
It's interesting the way Maria has welcomed me into her family without a second thought and I realize she must really trust her granddaughter. Maria also must believe in love at first sight.
Tink told me her grandparents fell in love and got married after a week, and I can't help but put my hand in my jeans pocket and feel the ring that I placed there before I left the house. It's a ring my mother gave me a long time ago after my grandmother passed away. She said as her only son, I'm the one who should have it. There will be the right moment to give to the woman I love and to be prepared when that time came.
I know this for damn sure, Tink is mine and this ring is hers. I’ve just got to muster the courage to ask her grandfather for her hand in marriage. I'm not exactly sure how he's going to take it considering we just met.
She pats my shoulder on her way to the kitchen. “Teddy, come out here. The kids are waiting for you.”
Teddy meets us in the foyer, and I offer him my hand. But Tink scowls. “Grandpa,” she says. “I can’t believe you tried to mess this up for me.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I should have trusted you. How can I make this right?”
Tink’s face lights up with a mischievous smile. “You can make it right by being nice to Titus.”
Teddy chuckles, wagging a finger at Tink. “I see what you’re up to.”
“Is that a yes?” she pressed.
“That’s a yes.” He gives her a hug, kissing her che
ek. “I want to say one more thing,” Teddy says. “I’m sorry, Titus, for giving you a hard time by putting you in that ring today. It was a foolish move considering Tink isn't giving up on you. The moment I saw her step inside that cage this morning with you and Johnny, when I saw that look in my granddaughter's eyes, I knew I'd messed up. It was obvious she really cared about you and I'd be a fool to get in her way.”
I chuckle and Tink smiles beams. “Oh, Grandpa, thank you for the apology.” Tink wraps her arms around her grandpa’s neck and gives him a kiss. “I can't have you bullying the guy I love,” she says.
“Love,” Teddy says, taken aback. “That's really what this is then, isn't it?”
“It is, sir,” I say confidently. We stand there for a moment with him staring me down. The silence is thick before Maria walks in and says dinner is ready.
It breaks the tension. I'm not quite sure what we're so tense over. We all love Tink and Tink seems to love us. It's not that complicated, is it? Maria serves up her mashed potatoes and ground beef, peas, and carrots, filling our plates, Tink laughing and saying that’s plenty, but Maria adds another portion to my plate.
“This boy of yours is big. I'm guessing he eats a lot,” Maria says.
Tink says she doesn't really know. “I mean we haven’t exactly shared a meal together. We just met yesterday.”
I chuckle, loving the way Tink always says what's on her mind.
“So, tell me what you do,” Teddy says, looking at me across the table. “I hear you're not a fighter. That you live up in the mountains. So, how do you pay the bills?”
Tink’s eyes meet mine and she gives me a nod. “Go on,” she says. “Tell him.”
I clear my throat. “Look, I don't want this to be a big thing, but the truth is, I used to be a fighter. Um, I’m Titus Beau Jones.”
“T. B. Jones?” Maria slaps her hand on the table in surprise. “I’ll be!”
“I don't want to make it a thing,” I repeat.
“Not make it a thing, son?” Teddy asks. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. I mean the beard really threw me off. The flannel shirt too. I mean, you’ve got this whole mountain man role down pat. It's a good disguise.”
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