Page 9 of Titus

“I got you,” I tell her. Lab opens the back door and I clasp my fingers together and place my laced hands in front of her. “Grab the bar up there then step in my hands.”

“Your hands? Um, no. I’m not going to break my neck when you can’t hold me.”

While Rini is a little thicker than Quinn, she’s still light work for me. Because lifting is only reserved for the beauty already inside of my ride, I cuff my hands and insist.

“Grab it and step here. Lab will support you. Trust me, we got you,” I say.

“Girl! If you don’t let him help you!” Quinn says. Her window is down and her head is out. “Step on his hands.”

“If I fall,” Rini says, then sucks her teeth. However, she places her foot into my hands, grips the handle and gets in. Lab’s hands are still on her ass even as she sits.

“Phat ass,” he utters before removing them.

He closes the door then we both walk over to the driver’s side and get in. Quinn’s sweet scent has filled my ride, taking over and I like it.I like her.When I take my hat off and place it on my middle console, she grabs it, flips the visor down then places my hat on her head. She turns to face me, smiling hard as hell.

“This is mine for the rest of the night,” she says.

“Bet... if you’re mine for the rest of the night,” I counter and she shakes her head. Her smile never drops though.

“Okay!” Rini exclaims from the backseat and Quinn laughs.

“Deal,” she mumbles but I hear her loud and fucking clear.

I start my truck and maneuver out of the competitors’ back parking lot. Forty Acres deep in town. It’s one of Lab’s people’s spots but I’ve been a few times. It’s straight and the preferred spot for rodeo competitors. When the fairgrounds shut down tonight after midnight, it’s going to be packed, so we are beating the main crowd. Plus, I’m not trying to be out here too late. I’m competing tomorrow evening and I need to check on Phoenix tonight. But more importantly, I need some real alone time with Quinn.

It’s been a minute since any woman has had me feeling like this. Real shit, I’m feeling the fuck out of her. I have been since I saw her at that gas station. She’s pretty as hell and her body is fucking ridiculous but I like her. Her boss ass personality, her attitude, and the way she looks at me has me all in already. She stares into my eyes and doesn’t shy away.

“If this is the parking lot when it’s not crowded, I hate to see how bad it gets later tonight,” Quinn comments the moment we pull into the parking lot.

“This is crowded but when I say everybody will be here after the rodeo, I mean that. It’s going to be wall to wall,” Rini says.

“I’m going to put you out up front then park,” I say.

“Good, we can get in that line,” Quinn says.

“Don’t worry about that. My uncle Hank owns this. We’re not waiting in that shit. Just wait up front to the side, ma,” Lab tells them.

I pull up to the front then hop out. I open the back door and help Rini out then go to the front for Quinn. She opens the door before I can.

“I’m not going to let you pick me up in front of all these people,” she says with a smirk.

“Why? I don’t give a fuck who sees me carrying you.” I walk closer and she places her hands on my chest.

“No, Titus! Just help me out. I can jump,” she says and I ignore her.

The minute she turns and tries to jump out, I grab her, wrap my arms around her, and she practically slides down to the ground in my arms. When her boots hit the pavement, I tilt my hat up to see her face.

“Every time I can get you in my arms, I’m going to make that happen. You good with that?”

“Looks like I have to be good with it.”

“Only if you want to, Miss Quinn.”

“You can just call me Quinn.”

“I want to call you mine,” I admit before tapping her ass and walking back to my truck. The bouncer at the door is eyeing my ride and I don’t want no static.

As soon as I’m in my truck, Lab laughs. “Bruh, you don’t listen.”

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