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And I don’t want this to ever end.
“Titan, please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t.
In fact, he goes even faster and faster, his lips humming along my clit as he shoves another finger deep inside me.
“Titan, I’m coming.”
My body thrashes beneath him as stars explode behind my eyelids. My heart races, and I pant as I try to catch my breath.
“That was so fucking hot,” Titan says as he leans on his elbow to stare into my eyes.
I caress his cheek. “You’re hot.”
A lazy smile spreads across his face, and he really is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Before I can even think about moving, my phone rings from the other room.
I know it’s Frank because I’ve given him his own ringtone. Flight of the Valkyries.
“Frank. I should answer it.”
Titan slides off the bed, repositioning his dick in his pants. “Get to it then.”
I leap from the bed, grabbing my clothes as I race out of the room.
Earlier, when I spoke to Frank, he was confident he’d be able to find information on Gunner Marble. He was actually kind of excited I got a name for him.
Frank’s an older man, no family, no anything really, so this is a big story for him too. He breathes the journalism life, trying to investigate everything that comes his way.
He’s mainly been interested in the underbelly of Los Angeles more than anything else. He says he hates crime and hates the mafia and men who run the streets.
He’s passionate about all he does.
“Hello,” I say into the phone. “Frank?” I pull on my clothes as I wait for him to say something.
“Blue, can you meet me? I’ve got some info on this guy.” He breathes into the phone like he’s been running a marathon. “It’ll be quick. Meet me at the 7-11 by your house.”
“Ok, I’m on my way.” I rush back to the bedroom, and Titan has hopped into the shower. I open the door to the bathroom, wondering if I have time to join him in there. The need to see Titan with no clothes and soap running down his broad muscles almost wins out, but I need to see what Frank’s found.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell Titan, and then rush out of the house. He won’t mind if I borrow his truck for a second time, will he?
Eleven
Titan
* * *
“Did you say something?” I pull back the shower curtain, but I’m alone in the bathroom. I figured I’d hop in the shower while Blue spoke with Frank, because I plan on rocking Blue’s world all night long.
She doesn’t answer, so I finish and sling a towel around my hips, exiting the bathroom.
“Blue?” I move out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen. Is she still on the phone?
I don’t hear her talking, so I figure she’s done with her call.
“Blue?” I enter the kitchen and don’t see her anywhere. “Blue, where are you?”
Now I’m racing through my house, because I’ve got a bad feeling.
Where the fuck is she?
I check the driveway, and my truck is gone… again. Motherfucker.
I’m so pissed I can’t think straight.
The only thing my mind has come up with is that asshole Frank asked to meet with her somewhere.
But where?
I hop on my Harley and head toward Blue’s work.
It’s the only place I can think of that they’d meet.
They’re not there when I show up, and I drive around the lot.
Fuck.
I don’t even have Blue’s number to call her.
Instead, I call Rogue, telling him we need to meet. He instructs me to meet him at Poor Paul’s, a local dive bar.
I turn my Harley in that direction and take off.
“So, you didn’t see this guy Frank at all?” Rogue asks from the corner booth in Poor Paul’s. It’s a secluded booth where the servers and any patrons know to leave us the fuck alone.
We want quiet while we discuss our plans.
“What do you think about Gunner resurfacing? Is he really selling off women?”
Rogue rubs at his chin, his gray hair catching the soft light hanging overhead. “I’ve contacted some people to find out who put the hit out on him.”
I shake my head. “I still can’t believe this is happening.” I chug the rest of my beer. “I need to get back to my house in case Blue shows up.”
“Ok. When I have more info for you, I’ll call you.”
“Can you do me a favor?” I ask.
“Anything.”
“Look into this Frank guy. I don’t trust him.”
Rogue shakes my hand as I stand. “Sure thing, brother.”
“Thanks.”
I race back to my house, not caring about speed limits or anything else. My mind has already conjured up the worst, but I know I’m overreacting.
My truck is parked safely in the driveway, and Blue’s sitting on the steps of my porch. She stands when she sees me.
“Thank god, you’re here.”
“Of course, I am. I just—” Her words are cut off because I’ve already swept her into my arms, kissing her square on the lips as I walk her into the house and slam the door.
