12-Alarm Cowboys (157 page)

“You’re rich,” Makenna
said, almost accusingly as they pulled into the driveway of a mansion. She’d had her suspicions at the museum, but after they’d driven over the Pennybacker Bridge and she saw the neighborhood they’d entered, an uneasy feeling held her in its grasp. And now, here was the proof, a three story home built on the top of a wooded cliff overlooking the Colorado River.

Titan threw back his head and laughed. “No, I’m not rich. My parents are. Huge difference.” He parked his truck between a black BMW 750LI and an F-Type Jaguar. “They’re just people, honey. Good, decent people. My dad just happened to buy the right stock at the right time.”

“What kind of business does your father own?”

He held her hand as she stepped to the pavement. “He owns real estate mostly, a couple of hotels, a few car dealerships, stuff like that.”

“Oh, stuff…” Makenna playfully scoffed. “The dress I have on cost three dollars at Goodwill and my shoes were fifty cents.”

“Shhhh,” he teased, “don’t tell my mother, she’ll want you to take her shopping. She’s a coupon-clipper.” He said the last two words with sharp enunciation.

Makenna threw her hands up. “I give up.” He wouldn’t allow her to make a big deal out of his family’s status.

“Might as well, it has very little to do with us.” Titan cupped the nape of her neck. “I have all I need to take care of you. Don’t worry.”

She reached behind her back and cupped his package.

“Whoa!”

“Yep, all I need is right here.” She lightly squeezed.

“Now I have to walk into Louisa Sloan’s foyer with a hard-on.” He fussed in her ear.

As they walked up the wide verandah, the front door opened. “What are you two so happy about?” his father asked.

“We’re young, good-looking and in love,” Titan announced. “What’s not to be happy about?”

Ross Sloan’s mouth dropped. His son had rendered him speechless. He stepped back and let them walk in. When he found his words, he chuckled. “Come in, you two can remind us what that feels like.”

By the end of the evening, Makenna didn’t know what she’d been worried about. The Sloans were very gracious. If they thought it odd Makenna refused alcohol and asked for water, they didn’t say anything. Tara was a bit standoffish until Makenna mentioned the boutique Allie was planning and the brands they would carry. “Oh, girl, I can line you two up with some local designers and local artists, you’d love the merchandise.”

“I’ll just be working there.” Makenna reminded her. “I’m not going to be part owner.” Louisa pinned Titan with a stare, which Makenna intercepted. “And we’re not married, we’re not even engaged and if we were, I would insist on a pre-nup!”

“So you have assets you need to protect?” his father asked.

“She sure the hell does.” Titan laughed, as Makenna blushed.

“I meant…nevermind.” She could see she was getting nowhere.

They visited for another hour before Titan steered her out. He stopped to lose the jacket and then they headed back downtown. “I’m going to take you on the Titan Sloan tour.” He drove her by Zilker Park. “This is where the South by Southwest Music Festival is held.” They stopped and watched the moonrise over Lady Bird Lake and drove through the University of Texas campus. “I played football for the Longhorns.”

“I bet you were the most popular guy on campus.”

“I wasn’t…unpopular.” He grinned at her, driving by a frat house he used to live in. “I put myself through school, by the way. Scholarships and fitness model gigs. I was a body-builder.”

She squeezed his bicep. “I can tell.”

“What I’m trying to tell you is that I don’t rely on my parents for anything. Never have.”

“I’m glad.” Makenna rubbed her hand on his arm. “I didn’t mean anything back there. I just felt intimidated because I don’t have anything to give, nothing to share with you.”

Titan was parking again, so he waited until they were walking toward his favorite club on 6
^th
Street. The first alley he saw, he pulled her in it and backed her up against the wall. His big body crowded hers. His arms bracketed her shoulders, his face so close she could feel his breath. “The value of anything is based upon the regard we have for it, what worth it is to us. You, my darling, are invaluable to me.” He leaned in to kiss her. “Your body brings me ecstasy. Your kind heart inspires me and your sweet spirit makes me want to be a better man. I want to touch you all the time. I want to stare at you. When I roll over in my bed and find you there, I know there is nothing in this world that brings me greater pleasure than you. So, what do you have to give, what do you have to share?”

She stared at him in absolute wonder, not daring to breathe.

“You.” He kissed her tenderly. “You are all I want.” He held her for a moment until her heart rate slowed back to normal. “Better?”

“Perfect.”

“Good, I want to dance with my girl.”

For a big man, Titan could move. The bar he chose was called The Thirsty Nickel and when he got her in his arms on the dance floor, she was swept off her feet—literally. “I’m impressed.” Makenna was having a hard time keeping up. If he wasn’t so proficient at leading, she would’ve been lost. He didn’t just do the twisting and swaying, he mixed in salsa and ballroom steps.

“Louisa Sloan insisted on lessons.” He twirled her around. “You should see what I can do with the French vocabulary, mon obsession avec toi est comme j’ai été frappé par un coup de foudre.”

“What did you say?” she asked with delight.

“I said my obsession with you is like I was hit by a bolt of lightning.”

“Ah, you silver-tongued—” She didn’t get to finish because he kissed her till she couldn’t remember what she was going to say. The music slowed down then, and he held her close, the palm of his hand rubbing up and down her spine. Between them she could feel his arousal. “Do you want to go back to your place?”

“Yea, I do.” He wasted no time getting them on the road and headed back toward the west side. “As soon as all of this is over,” he paused, lifting his hand off the steering wheel, “we need to sit down and have a long talk. And I hope it’s over soon.”

“So do I, Titan.” She wasn’t exactly sure what he was talking about, but being free of Damien and able to start a new life—hopefully with Titan—was more than she could ask for.

When they arrived at his parents’ home, instead of pulling into the drive or parking by the garage, he drove to the rear of the property. There were lights in the big trees, illuminating a beautiful pool. Next to the pool was a two story building, a smaller version of the main house. She could see lots of glass and the glow of a lamp was in the window. “Is this our love nest?”

“And if Hazel fulfilled my requests, there are some special items waiting for us inside.”

She giggled as he rushed her across the patio, teasing as if he was about to push her in the pool, only to pull her back at the last second. “Who’s Hazel?”

“Mom’s housekeeper. She’s been with us since I was a kid.”

“And what did you ask her to buy?” Her curiosity was overwhelming. Mainly because he had this really wicked look on his face.

When he unlocked the door and flipped on a light, she could see Titan everywhere she looked. This place, even more so than the ranch house, contained memories. She could see photos from his college days on the walls. When she moved farther in, there was his music and movie collection on display. She could see he preferred action flicks, but his taste in music seemed across the board—typical Austinite. A chess game was set up with a couple of the pieces already moved and several empty wine bottles in different colors were sat high on a shelf to catch the evening sun.

“Since I have you here, I want to take this opportunity to fulfill a fantasy.”

Now he had her attention. “What kind of fantasy?” Taking her by the hands, he began backing her up, being careful of her pathway. She glanced over her shoulder and saw he was aiming her toward the kitchen. “Does it involve food?”

“It involves feasting on you, yes.”

“Hmmm, have you ever brought another girl here to partake in this fantasy?”

When her hips bumped up against a table, she leaned on it while he leaned over her. “Nope, you’re the first. I have champagne, peaches and chocolate sauce…for our enjoyment.”

“Sounds kinky…and sticky.” She grinned at him.

“I promise to lick you clean.” He brushed his mouth over hers. “I plan on making all my fantasies come true with you, and I have a database full.”

She gasped beneath his kiss, gripping his hair in her fist to pull him closer, her lips rubbing across his jaw, enjoying the rasp of his evening scruff.

Titan shivered. “I lose my head around you, woman.”

She understood the feeling. She’d lost something too—her heart. Makenna began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it from his pants. Titan helped her, groaning when she started unzipping his pants.

Her hands weren’t the only part of her that was busy. Makenna’s mouth seared its way across his pecs. She swirled her tongue around one of his nipples and his cock sat up and took notice. When her hand skated down his abs and her little fingers pushed down his underwear so she could touch him, he groaned.

“You like for me to touch you.” Makenna sounded triumphant as she stroked him from root to tip.

“I was supposed to be seducing you,” he growled, “and here you have me…”

“In the palm of my hand.” With a tight grasp, she pumped him up and down again, faster.

“Fuck!” he cried when she brushed the tip of his cock with the pad of her thumb. Makenna had changed his whole life, nothing was the same—even the way his body responded to sex was different. With her it was intense, more sensual. Her every touch brought him joy.

When she went to her knees in front of him, he wanted to stop her. “I had a plan,” he protested. But his plan went out the window when she reached for the squeeze bottle of chocolate sauce and anointed his cock.

His fingers plowed into her hair, ensuring that she stayed right where she was. At the first lick, his heart rate ramped up. “Ye gods, baby.” Watching her was imperative. He didn’t want to miss a second. Those violet eyes held his, her sweet mouth busy, the tongue darting out to swipe a trail of chocolate she’d drizzled across the head.

“Chocolate has nothing on you,” she moaned, licking her lips.

Titan thought he’d lose his mind. “Suck it for me, baby.” She made short order of the chocolate, almost as if it were getting in her way, then she gave him a wicked grin and licked his balls, rubbing the length of his cock with her thumb. “Suck me, Makenna.” He was desperate to feel the wet satin of her mouth.

“Ah, yeah!” he whispered when her lips closed around him, her tongue cradling the head. A rush of ecstasy spread through him, every muscle in his legs tensed. Titan widened his stance, making more room for her while she went down on him. “God, you’re beautiful doing that.”

Makenna lifted her eyes to his while she took him deep, then pulled his member slowly out with a strong suction so good he threw back his head and bellowed. No part of him went unloved. Her tongue teased the head while she pumped his shaft with one hand, the fingernails of the other digging into his thigh. Titan was so aroused he was weak with it. He’d wanted to make love to her, show her how much he desired her—and here he was, she’d brought him to the limits of his control in mere seconds. “Baby, baby, my turn.”

When he lifted her from his cock, she whimpered. “I wanted to make you cum.”

“Oh, I will, I will.” Helping her undress, he laid her out on the oak trestle table, stepping back to just admire the sight she made—full breasts quivering, her pussy glistening with desire, that beautiful face and big eyes looking at him as if he hung the damn moon. “Now, for my fantasy.” Anticipation scorched through him as he uncorked the champagne and pulled the bowl of sliced peaches close at hand.

“I’ve never been anyone’s fantasy before,” Makenna murmured.

“You’ve been mine from the moment I saw you,” Titan whispered as he held the bottle high and let the sparkling liquid splash down on her breasts. Makenna didn’t play fair, her little hand reached for his cock and she lazily pumped him while he tried to focus on the pleasurable task at hand. Taking a piece of peach, he traced her nipples with it, then brought it to her lips for a bite. She opened her lush mouth and accepted his offering, licking her lips to enjoy the flavor.

Titan bent to her breast, licking the liquid that had beaded on the soft flesh. He sprinkled open-mouthed sucking kisses all over the upper swell. When she arched her back, he rewarded her, cupping one tit as he devoured the other, sucking voraciously on her nipple. She writhed as he nursed, his fingers milking the distended tip.

Makenna moaned, cradling his head. “I love this, it feels so good,” she keened.

Titan didn’t let up, he massaged and sucked until she was writhing, biting his way across her cleavage until he could minister to her other breast. Sliding his lips over the smooth skin, he licked a path down her torso, cleaning up the rivulets of champagne. When he came to her mound, he took another piece of peach and teased her slit. He smiled as she tossed her head. “How does that feel? Cool?”

She choked out a little laugh. “Yea, but it makes me so hot.” She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was watching her so intently, passing the juicy piece of fruit over her clit. And when he brought it to his lips and ate it, she shivered.

“You taste so good.”

Makenna spread her legs wider, inviting him back. Titan knew what she needed. He moved to the end of the table and grabbed her hips, bringing her to the edge. “Now for a drink with my meal.” Taking the champagne, he poured a thin stream, letting the golden drops cover her mound and run down between her legs to pool on the table. “Beautiful.” Going to his knees, he swiped his tongue up her slit, through the wet folds until he came to her clit. A perfect little pearl. “I want you so much,” he spoke against her skin, making her jerk. Titan smiled, then sucked the little button into his mouth.

Makenna responded with a moan and a gasp, reaching out to grab the sides of the table. “Titan, fuck!”