TITAN
“WHY ARE YOU here, Em?” I ask, walking over to the minibar to pour her a drink. Vodka straight up. I hold it out to her, but she doesn’t take it.
Good girl.
That was a test, and she passed.
“I want to be a Queen.”
I laugh, and her eyes narrow on me. I should ask her how she found out, but that would be pointless. I can connect the dots. Shana and Jasmine are friends.
“Okay,” I’ll indulge her. “Then why are you still dressed?” She just stares at me. “That’s what I thought.” I walk back over to my desk. “I assume you can see yourself out?” I sit down in my chair, but she still stands there. “I don’t have time …”
“I want to be a Queen,” she repeats, lifting her chin.
“No, you don’t.” I gesture to the door with my chin. “Get out, I have shit to do.”
She reaches down and grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head. Her blue eyes stay on mine as she unzips her jeans and shimmies them down her legs before stepping out of them.
I shift in my seat. “Em …?”
“Isn’t this what you want?” she asks, interrupting me.
I swallow but don’t disagree with her. She knows what I want, or I wouldn’t have taken her phone and demanded she fall to her knees to get it back.
She slowly walks around my desk and places her hands on my knees. She pushes my chair back to allow her access to stand between my desk and me. Reaching behind her, she undoes her bra, and it falls to my feet.
“This is what you want, right? Me? On my knees?” She drops before me, and I sit up straighter. Her hands reach for my belt, and I don’t stop her as she undoes it.
My heart picks up, and my cock hardens, but I keep my eyes on hers.
“I can use people too, Titan,” she states, licking her pretty pink lips. “I know what must be done to get what I want? Do you?”
Reaching out, I grip her dark hair in my hands. “What does that mean?”
Her lips part, and she sucks in a breath.
I lean forward, placing my face right in front of hers. “What in the fuck did you mean by that, Em?”
“It means we both want something.” Her hands run down my thighs. “Or do you no longer want me?” she asks. “I remember a time when you did. You could have had me, you know? I was just playing hard to get. And you chickened out.”
“New Kings” by Sleeping Wolf plays while I sit on the couch at the frat house. I decided to go out tonight. Grave and Cross wanted to hit up a strip club, and Bones had other plans. He didn’t fill me in, and I didn’t ask. I figured he had plans to fuck Emilee. But that obviously wasn’t it when I see her walk through the front door.
I’m not surprised when I spot Jasmine by her side. She immediately pulls Em through the living room and into the kitchen.
I tip my beer back and realize I’m empty. Getting up, I make my way into the kitchen as well. I watch Jasmine make two shots. She hands one to Emilee, but she shakes her head, refusing it.
Jasmine rolls her eyes and tosses them back one after the other. Before she can even set the second empty shot glass down, Trenton walks through the kitchen, and she follows him out of the room to what I can only guess is a bedroom upstairs.
I throw my beer bottle away and walk over to the kitchen island. “What are you doing here?” I ask her.
She jumps back and pushes her dark hair behind her ear. “Jasmine talked me into coming out.”
I nod and pop the top off my new beer. “I see.” I look her up and down. She wears a pair of black jeans and an ocean blue sweater. Her hair is down, and she doesn’t have much makeup on. It’s like she tried to downplay her look, knowing she was coming to a frat party. Emilee isn’t one of those girls who likes to be seen. She prefers to stay in the shadows, but I’ve always noticed her.
I grab a bottle of maple Crown and pour two shots. “Have a drink. You look like you need it.” I slide it across the island.
She takes it but doesn’t look me in the eye. She’s been avoiding me ever since I saw her and Bones in the boys’ locker room a few weeks ago. She can try to avoid me all she wants, but we both know she liked me watching. That it turned her on.
She throws back the shot and hisses in a breath. “Thanks.”
I walk around the island and approach her, testing the waters. She bows her head and shuffles her feet. Reaching up, I push her hair behind her ear. Her head shoots up, and her blue eyes meet mine. “Titan …” she whispers.
I push my body into hers, pinning her back into the countertop. My hands go to her hips, and I lower my face to her neck. I inhale her scent. She smells like strawberries and cream.
“I can’t get you on your knees out of my head,” I admit shamelessly. “Do you think about it too, Em?”
Her chest rises and falls quickly while her fingers dig into my jeans.
“Tell me that you wanted me, too.”
“Bones …”
“Bones knew I was in there,” I admit. “He knows how much I hate you. And that I want to fuck you. Why should he get all the fun?”
She slams her fists into my chest, pushing me back a step. Her eyes narrow up at me. “Go to hell, Titan.”
“You were wet. Because of me,” I add, keeping her in place. “You put on a show for me.” Her body begins to tremble against mine. “Tell me, Em. You wanted me to join the two of you.”
Those hard, blue eyes soften, and her hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer into her. “You didn’t make a move,” she whispers before licking her lips.
“I enjoyed watching you,” I admit. “I jacked off to you and him.” She saw me. She knows what I did. But I want her to know that I know she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I’m not ashamed of what I did. “I want a turn.”
And just like that, she’s changed her mind. She shoves me away from her, and I step back, allowing her to take in the scene. To let everything I just told her sink in. She turns and runs out of the kitchen.
I follow her, grab her upper arm, and pull her through a door that just happens to be a bedroom.
“Titan, I can’t,” she whispers as I close the door behind me. I spin her around, pinning her back to it.
“Can’t or won’t?” I ask, cupping her cheek.
The lights are off, so it’s pitch black in here, but I can hear her heavy breathing. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest. Mine does the same, and I’m hard as a rock. It presses painfully against the inside of my jeans. I know she can feel it.
“I hate you,” I say, lowering my lips to hers. She sucks in a breath. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you, Em.”
“Why do you hate me?” she asks, the question breathless, and I can smell the maple on her breath.
I lower my lips to her neck and feel her pulse race as I gently kiss her soft skin. “Because you won’t give me what I want.”
She goes silent, but I don’t pull away. It’s her move. I’ll gladly get on my knees for her. All she has to do is give the order because as much as I hate her, I want her even more.
Her hands slide up my chest and wrap around my neck, and then she’s pulling me forward. My lips touch hers, and my hand slides from her face into her hair. I grip it between my fingers, and she gasps into my mouth. Her kiss grows frantic and so do her hands.
This is it. I’m finally going to get what I want. And I don’t even care that she’ll go to Bones later. I just want a taste.
EMILEE
I came here to be a Queen, and I’m not going to leave until that happens. I need the money. My mother needs this money.
Titan stares down at me as if he’s in a daze. He’s not here with me. Not right now. He’s somewhere in the past. Probably that night at the frat house. That one time I was going to go for it, but then changed my mind at the last second. I had wanted to be with both of them, but I was afraid that if Bones found out I was with Titan, he would hate me. And that thought terrified me. I may have not loved him, but I couldn’t afford to lose him. But this time it’s different. I don’t belong to anyone. Not Bones and sure as shit not George. I’m going to choose who I fuck and when I fuck.
Right here, right now, I choose Titan.
My hands run up his jeans-clad thighs, and I wrap them around his hard cock. He jumps, his eyes focusing on me, and his hand tightens in my hair.
I lick my lips. And before he can push me away, I wrap my lips around him.
“Emilee …”
I don’t allow him to refuse me. I open my mouth and push him to the back of my throat, tasting his precum.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, shifting in his chair.
I readjust myself on my knees and look up at him. His head is back, and his lips are parted. He’s panting. His hips move in the chair.
My head bounces up and down as I swallow his fucking cock like he’s a client. But isn’t he? I may have wanted to all these years, but this is more of an audition than an actual job.
My cheeks scream, and my throat burns. My mouth is open as wide as it will go to accommodate his size. I want to pull away, but I don’t. I can’t. Not until he gets what he wants.
You gotta give to get.
His hands dig into my hair, pulling it from the ponytail, and he takes over. Fucking my mouth how he wants to. It’s rough, but I expected it to be. Nothing about the Kings was ever soft.
After a few minutes, I feel his body tense, and without warning, he comes in my mouth. His hands fall from my hair.
I pull back and suck in breath after breath. I wipe the drool off my chin and make it to my shaky feet.
He stands as well, towering over me. His hand comes up and runs his knuckles down the side of my cheek. “You sure you want to sell yourself to me, rather than him?” he asks.
I knew there would be consequences, and he just laid them out on the table. No fucking around when it comes to Titan. It is what it is. “Yes,” I answer. I don’t need to be drunk to be with Titan. I won’t vomit afterward. And I won’t sit in a shower crying either. I can handle him. I can tolerate him.
He pulls away from me and reaches down into his desk drawer. He pulls out my cell and starts typing away on it. I walk back around to the front of his desk and get dressed. Once I’m done, I look at him.
“Here you go.” He hands it over. “I just happened to have charged it last night. I’ve downloaded the Queens app. If you have any problems, it calls me directly.”
I nod, not sure what he means about problems, but I can figure it out. I refuse to thank him. So instead, I give him my back and walk toward the side door where Jasmine had entered.
“Oh, Em?”
Letting out a long breath, I turn to face him. “Yes?”
“If he fucking tries to touch you again, you call me. Understood?”
I almost smile. This is why I chose him. Fucking a King is like having your own personal bodyguard. They protect their queens. “I will.”
Before I can exit the office, his main door opens, and Bones enters. Shit!
His blue eyes drop to my cell in my hand, and the corners of his lips turn up.
Without saying a word to him, I push open the door and get the hell out of there. The moment it closes, I lean my back up against it. Shutting my eyes, I let out a long breath, hoping I made the right decision.
