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She was absolutely high on what he was doing to her body. When she reached to the front of herself to touch where it felt the best, she could feel his hard dick sliding in and out of her.
This…this…this was everything.
She cried out with another release, and Landon bucked into her harder, faster. Deeper.
Every muscle in his body was taut, his shoulders huge, his triceps flexed as he fucked her.
And when he drove deep and held, body flush against hers, she could feel what she’d wanted so badly. Warm jets of his release flooded her body, pulsing into her over and over.
He reared back and rammed into her again. Again. Deep. Deep. He held her middle and thrust into her three times hard and fast, then pushed her forward until her face was close to the mirror. Stunned at how drunk she felt, she just stood there, feeling their matching pulses of release deep in her body. When he pressed his forehead against the back of her head, then eased out of her and left her back cold, she slid down and fell to her knees in front of the dresser because she didn’t have control of her shaking legs anymore.
He disappeared and returned in a minute with a warm, wet washcloth. Without a word, he lifted her up and settled her onto the bed, then cupped her sex with the warm cloth and held it there as he pressed his lips to her throat.
She lost track of how many times he laid gentle kisses on her, or how many times he’d murmured she’d done so good.
Lucia reveled in the utter silence that filled her head.
Healer.
“No fighting me,” he rumbled.
“Happy birthday,” she whispered drunkenly.
She could feel his lips form a smile on the kisses at her throat. “We’re going to be late.”
“Late for what?”
“My birthday dinner.”
She blinked hard once, twice, trying to make sense of the word combination he’d just murmured. “What birthday dinner?”
“The one my parents are making me.”
“You want me to…to… you want me to go with you?”
“Yep.” He pushed up and grabbed the back of her knee, rolled her over just enough to expose her left ass cheek, and then he smacked it hard. It should’ve hurt, but he’d numbed her down completely.
“That’s mine,” he told her.
Stunned, she watched him saunter out of her room.
“Truth,” she whispered.
His tone had held nothing but truth.
Chapter Thirteen
“Maybe we should’ve stopped and picked up a gift?” she asked nervously as Landon parked in front of Clinton’s single-wide.
“For who? My dad? It’s my birthday,” Landon said with a laugh.
“I know, it’s just it feels like my first time meeting your family.”
“You’ve met them a hundred times,” he told her. “Wait there, I’m going to get your door.”
She waited for him to jog around his truck and open her door. “My hair is still wet from the shower,” she pointed out. “Am I dressed okay? Do they know I’m coming?”
“Your hair looks sexy like that, yes you are dressed perfect, and yep, I told my mom I was bringing you to dinner. Anything else?”
