Free Wanted: A Bad Boy Romance by Maya Hawk Page A

don’t
mean.” He rises, leaning down and swiping his white towel off the floor. It’s
secure around his waist a moment later, though I can still see the outline of
his rigid cock.
    My room is almost pitch dark
except for the moon coming through the window behind him.
    Footsteps tromp up the stairs,
sending my heart jumping high into my throat.
    “Shit,” I whisper, scrambling to
grab my clothes off the floor. “Did you hear that?”
    His face scrunches, and he cocks
his ear toward the door, shaking his head.
    “Someone’s coming up the stairs,”
I whisper, pressing my finger to my lips to quiet his response. “Hear that?”
    The footsteps grow louder. My
heart pounds harder.
    Every ounce of ecstasy has
drained from me, replaced with a heavy dose of fear. My mother would have my
head if she knew I’d just had casual sex with Lewis’ son under their roof.
    “This can’t happen again.” I hope
off the bed and scrounge for my clothes, throwing them on in haste until I’m
covered up again.
    Titan gives me a curious glance
with a half-grin, as if my sudden scrambling amuses him. He couldn’t care less
about getting caught.
    With that, I brush past him and
head into my bathroom, locking the door behind me. My room smell like sex. My
skin smells like him.
    Masculine soap
and a hint of shop grease.
    I shouldn’t have gotten dressed.
I need to wash him off me. Stripping down again, I run the shower and step inside,
washing him off as best I can.
    It was all fun and games until
the prospect of getting caught became as real as the water trickling between my
swollen folds.
    Regardless of everything, for the
first time in three years, I felt alive tonight. Since Jerome died, I’ve been merely existing . Doing everything by the book because
it’s safe. Making the kind of good decisions that would make my mother proud,
so she wouldn’t have to worry about me.
    For the last three years, I’ve
been living my life for her.
    I’ve been a good girl.
    Tonight I lived for me.
    But it can’t happen again.

 

CHAPTER TEN
– TITAN

 
    “Paychecks are in.” Kyle slaps a
green envelope across my chest the next morning. “There’s a little something
extra in there for ya.”
    I rip the seal and yank out my
check from Rasmussen Auto. A paltry $298.46 for a whole week. Behind that are several hundred dollar bills.
    “What’s this?” I ask.
    “An advance.” He smirks, chopping
gum in the side of his jaw. “Got another fight next week. Gonna be a big one.”
    I sigh, staring at the tiny
numbers on my check. I have to move out of my father’s house. I can’t live
there another day while he plays house with Laticia and her sex-on-legs
daughter with the juicy ass and the fuck-me-lips tries to pretend her pretty
little head isn’t filled with the same dirty thoughts as mine.
    My cock throbs at the thought of
last night and how fucking amazing her tight pussy felt bare against my dick.
Her smooth skin beneath my hands, her caramel curves filling my palms, her
thighs straddling me, her sweet scent…
    Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to
have her one more time.
    Judging by how quickly she bolted
into the shower when we were done, she has no intentions of a second round.
    But I do.
    I mean , I would if I was sticking around. But I’m not.
    “What night?” I ask.
    “Saturday,” he says. “Same place.
Same time.”
    “Hammerhead?”
    “Yeah.” He squeezes my shoulder
as he passes by. “You good?”
    I count the bills again. Four hundred bucks. If I win, which I will, I’ll get at
least another grand.
    “Yeah, man. Whatever. I’ll be
there.” I shove the envelope in my back pocket and head toward the garage.
    ***
    “Place rents for four hundred a
month,” the pot-bellied landlord says, raking his greasy hands down his
suspenders.
    We stand in the doorway of a
musty studio apartment in the old downtown area. The place hasn’t been updated
in thirty odd years judging by the avocado green appliances in the