Page 63 of Follow Me Down

Titus leans forward slightly, placing both of my hands on the shower wall in front of me. “Brace yourself.” He kisses my shoulder and straightens behind me, his hands going to my hips.

Sliding out of me slowly, he hisses when he stops with just the tip inside.

“Fuck, Fallon. The things you do to me.” He plunges into me so forcefully I nearly lose my balance. “This is gonna be quick. You feel too fucking good,” he growls, establishing a fast and steady pace. His fingers bite into my hips. Wet skin slapping wet skin.

My hands press harder against the wall as I push back, meeting Titus thrust for thrust. I’m crazy for him, drunk on the feel of him inside of me. Consumed by the incredible ache building in my lower belly.

This is what I need – to forget about everything but this. The feel of him. The sound of my name on his lips. The way he pumps faster the closer he gets.

And just like that, I come undone. Crying out so loud my voice echoes off the bathroom walls around us. The waves of pleasure overcome me, one after another in an endless cycle of pleasure until Titus succumbs behind me.

He growls, his face pressing against the middle of my back as the heat of his release pours into the condom.

“Now that is the way to start the fucking day.” He pulls me upright and drops his face into the crook of my neck, pellets of water peppering his face as he does.

I protest when he slides out of me and turns me in his arms. Pushing wet hair away from my face, he gently cups my cheeks.

“I’m never going to get enough of this. Of you.”

“Good.” I smile, pressing up to kiss his mouth.

Because lord knows I’m never going to get enough of him.

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“There she is.” Linklooks up at me from the couch, a beer dangling from one hand, a cigarette in the other.

“Here I am.” I smile, managing to get inside without losing the bags in my hands.

“Shit.” He clamors to his feet, snubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Let me help you with those.”

“Thank you.” I happily let him take the bags from me.

“I was wondering where you went off to.”

“I needed to get out for a little while. You know, clear my head.” I follow Link into the kitchen. “Titus let me take the truck.”

“Did you have any trouble finding town? I can’t tell you how many times I got lost when we first moved here. Every freaking road looks the same when you’re surrounded by woods.”

“I got a little turned around on my way back, but I managed to figure it out.”

“Well then you most certainly are not as directionally challenged as I am.” He drops the bags onto the counter. “What did you get?”

“Nothing really. A couple toiletries. Some juice. A few snacks. I didn’t really need anything. Just felt the need for a little retail therapy. Of course, when you don’t have a job you can’t really afford to buy anything of substance.”

“You should make Titus hook you up with some work. There are plenty of things we could use help with around the garage.”

“Not likely. I’m probably the least helpful person you could have around. I don’t know the first thing about motorcycles. Besides, if I’m going to be staying here, I think I need to find something for myself.”

“Staying here?” He quirks a brow. “As inpermanently.” He seems excited by the idea.

“As in, for now.” I smile, turning to empty my bags onto the counter. “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. I’m still waiting on one or both of you to get sick of having me here.”

“Well I hate to tell you, puppet, but that’s not going to happen. I quite like having you around, and Titus? Well I think it’s safe to say you’ve got my best friend pussy whipped as fuck.”

“What?” I laugh, widening my eyes at him.

“What?” He grunts, laughter rumbling through his voice. “It’s not like it isn’t true.” He slides his tongue over the small ring looped over his lip.

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