Her Titans by Genevieve Jasper

Quincy

22

“What are your plans for this evening, Lai?” I ask as we’re all finishing up breakfast at the island.

“I’ve got to meet the insurers and then I’m hoping to face-plant my bed,” she replies. “Why, what’s up?”

“Nothing, just thinking about our date.”

She smiles at me. “We can definitely do that tonight.”

“No, it’s cool. I think we’re all running on steam. What about tomorrow?”

“Deal,” she says, smile widening.

She stands and takes her dish over to the sink to rinse. Atlas follows up behind her and winds his arms around her waist. “I’m starting to feel left out. Max got his evening and now Quinn gets a date?”

“Hey, I won that fair and square,” Max protests, taking his dish up and standing next to them both, leaning on the side. “Were the weeks when you were the only one who had her not enough?” he jokes.

“It’ll never be enough,” Atlas says, spinning Madelaine in his arms and kissing her.

“Are you done marking your territory?” she asks with a laugh as he releases her. “I’ve got to go, Jeremy will be waiting outside.” She tries to walk away, but Max grabs her hand and twirls her into his chest, gripping her chin and claiming a kiss. She shakes her head with a grin as he lets her go and she walks over to me, still at the island, with a quirk of her brow.

“Third time’s a charm,” she teases and I don’t need anymore encouragement. I pull her between my thighs and cradle the back of her head as I kiss her. It starts off gentle and when it heats I pull away, knowing I could easily get carried away. She looks at me for a second before dipping forward and taking another kiss, just a soft touching of lips, and I know she’s appreciating me not pushing her. She steps back and smooths her skirt, heading to the door and waving at us over her shoulder.

“We’re all so screwed,” Max says as we watch her leave.

There’s no denial coming from me.

The next evening, I’m leaving my bedroom ready for our date just as Madelaine comes out of hers, looking sensational in wide-leg black trousers and a red bustier top. She has on red lipstick to match and her hair is poker-straight down her back.

“You look incredible,” I tell her, walking over to where she’s standing in the doorway.

“Thanks, so do you.” I’m in a black shirt and trousers, nothing special. “Are you ready?”

“Yep.” I grab my wallet and car keys and we head out, driving to a tiny Italian place about twenty minutes away.

“Why did you choose here?” Madelaine asks when we’re settled into a corner booth, away from prying eyes.

“I like how small and private it is. Plus, the food is amazing.”

“You’ve been here before?”

“Yeah, but not on a date or anything,” I reply quickly.

“Quincy, it’s fine. It’s not like I think you’re a virgin.” I pull a face at her, hoping she never finds out quite how laughable that idea is. “What’s good, then?”

“What are you in the mood for?” Her gaze heats as I ask her that, and I’m thankful for the booth hiding the way my cock springs up under the table. No one has ever had an effect on me the way Madelaine does.

“Surprise me,” she says, reminding me of the first time we met. Even then, I was desperate to impress her. The server comes to take our order and I pick a few dishes, knowing we can share or swap.

“This is actually my first date, you know,” I tell her once we’re alone again. She looks surprised by that. “I never wanted to make the effort before.”

“Because no one’s made you wait before?”

“Because they weren’t you. But they were completely different situations, you were kind of thrown into this blind.”

“I think I’m done with the waiting, though.”

“Really?!” Cue more springing under the table.

“Yeah. I think one reason I’ve been so hesitant, other than the fact you were a huge asshole and had some grovelling to do,” she says with a grin, “is that I know once it’s all three of you, that’s it.” I say nothing, letting her carry on as she clearly wants to explain, even just for her own benefit. “Obviously it is with the other two, but when you aren’t there, I know you’re not all complete. It would be the same if one of them were missing. It’s like I still have an out.”

“You want an out?” The idea terrifies me. Not that any of us would let her go by now.

“No, but it scares me a bit.”

“We won’t let you lose yourself,” I promise her, remembering what she said to Atlas. “We think you’re perfect exactly as you are.”

“Smooth talker,” she says with a laugh, obviously feeling lighter.

We sit in comfortable silence for a beat, and I hope she’s got everything she wanted to off her chest. “So, how are the plans coming along?”

“You don’t follow along with the refurbs?”

“Not the ideas, I’m the numbers, so they’ll reach me later.”

“Does that mean you’re super smart?”

I chuckle. “Not that you’d ever know. I have zero qualifications. I kind of fell into it when we started and found a knack for the figures.”

“How did you start? Or is that a tell me, kill me situation?” She takes a sip of her drink and leaves red lipstick on the glass. I picture red lipstick left elsewhere and clear my throat, having to refocus myself on the question.

“The guys haven’t told you?”

“I guess I never thought to ask before.”

“They’d tell you anything you wanted to know, you know. But we all grew up super poor. I won’t go into their stories but I was in the system, abandoned at birth, tragic cliché. I never really found a family I fit into, until I found the guys.” Her face falls. “Don’t give me the pity look. I did fine, and I think I’ve ended up okay. I’m not that damaged...” I trail off jokingly.

That gets a small laugh and I don’t think I’ve ruined the mood totally. “And you’re happy now?”

“Yep, all that matters I have, or hope to have soon.”

“I’m quite sure I don't know what you mean,” she says, but slides her hand up my thigh so her fingertips brush my cock. Just then our food arrives and she tries to snatch her hand away, but I saw that coming and clasp mine over the top, keeping it there. She’s soon distracted by all the food being laid out on our table.

“You were supposed to surprise me, not order the entire menu!”

“We’ll take anything leftover home. The guys will be pleased, it’s Lucy’s day off.”

We dig in, trying a little of everything and even managing to squeeze in a tiny taste of dessert that Lai feeds me. She gets cream on the corner of my mouth and when I’m about to wipe it off, she leans in and licks me clean.

“Okay, time for the bill,” I say, wildly waving in the air.

Once it’s all paid up and we have our doggy bag, I drag her out of the restaurant, swinging her around and pressing her to the side of the car. I drop the takeaway bag, holding her waist in both of my hands and staring at her. She must have heels on as she’s not that much shorter than me tonight. I wait for her to lead, but as soon as she leans forward to press her lips to mine my resolve snaps, and I kiss her back with gusto. She wraps her arms around my neck and arches her body into mine, giving as good as she gets. I pull back reluctantly.

“I don’t think either of us wants to be arrested tonight, and that’s the way this is heading. Plus, I’ve waited long enough to have you in my bed, I’m not wasting my chance.” She laughs and stands upright, her smudged lipstick turning me on even more. I run my thumb under her bottom lip, trying to help her clear the smear. We head home and I take my girl to bed, finally.

I wake up to Lai’s bare ass fidgeting against my rapidly hardening cock.

“If that’s how you’re waking me up, you’d better be well-rested, gorgeous,” I say, pressing into her ass. She jumps at my gravelly voice and stops her wriggling, spinning round to face me with a grin. Without my glasses on everything is slightly hazy, like I’m still dreaming. Best dream ever.

I roll her over quickly, pulling the sheets around us and holding my weight over her on my arms, eliciting a squeal. As soon as she makes the noise she shoots a glance at Atlas and Maxton, who are sleeping on her other side. They must’ve joined us last night once we were asleep, clearly not managing to stay away from her. I raise an eyebrow at her, silently offering the chance to stop, but she holds my stare with playful eyes and runs her hands down my torso, taking me in her palm and lazily pumping my solid length. Lai in vixen mode gets me harder than steel and I want to see how far I can take it, so I lower myself onto a forearm, lifting her leg around my waist with my free hand and lining myself up with her entrance. I can feel how slick she is from our silent play and she gasps as I push slowly in, her mouth falling open and her eyelids fluttering shut. I take my time, savouring the feel of her tight pussy taking me in. When my full length is seated inside of her, I feel her clench around me.

“Fucking hell, Lai,” I groan before capturing her lips with mine and kissing her until we’re both panting as she rocks her hips beneath me, digging her fingernails into my biceps. I pull nearly all the way out and plunge back in again slowly, trying not to rock the bed too much. She wraps both legs around my waist and trails her hand around the back of my neck, gripping the hair at the nape and tugging in a silent plea. I keep going, torturing us both with the languid pace until I feel her tightening around me. I push all the way in, grinding my pelvis into her clit, and she screams nearly noiselessly into my mouth as she rides her climax out. That finishes me off and I pull away, burying my face in her neck as I come with a groan. As I lay over her, both of us catching our breath, I feel the bed dip to our side and turn to see Atlas waking slowly. He registers what’s going on next to him as I pull out of Lai and flop to her side.

“You fucker,” he aims at me. “You couldn’t wake me up?”

“We didn’t invite you,” Lai jokes, leaning over to peck him on the lips and then jumping out of bed and heading for the shower before he can catch her.