“What?” I hiss. “No! What the fuck, Landon? I invited you here because I missed you. YouandSusie.”
Landon is on me a second later, the scene eerily similar to how I had Atlas just hours ago, as he pins me beneath his body. One of his large hands wraps around my throat, the other slipping underneath my shirt and splaying over the muscles of my stomach.
“You missed me?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I say, but it comes out as more of a breath than an actual word.
“You miss my voice? My touch?” he pushes.
All I can do is nod, because he’s shoving his knee between my thighs to press into my crotch, and I’m hardening against the pressure.
“Mhm. You react so nicely, Julie,” Landon coos. “You’ve always been such a good boy for me. That’s why it pisses me off so badly when you fuck around on me.”
A switch flips. Suddenly, an unrestrained anger courses through me, and in the span of one blink to another, I haveLandon flipped, his back slamming into the door. His hand is still wrapped around my throat, but now my forearm is pressed into his, keeping him firmly in place.
He grins.
“I’m notfucking aroundon you, because I’m not your boyfriend,” I seethe. “I’m so fucking tired of hearing that, Landon.”
“It makes no difference to me, baby. Call yourself whatever you want. Boyfriend, best friend—fuck, I’ll call you Daddy if that’ll get you hard. As long as you’re not putting your cock in someone else, I don’t carewhatlabel we use.” He’s panting, bucking his hips up into mine.
We’ve had this fight before, and it seems neither of us is surprised that we’re both hard. He continues to rock into me, his face darkening as I press harder and harder against his throat.
“I’ll fuck whoever I please, whenever I please. Whether that’s Cassie, you, or all of the Port Orford population.” I’m glaring, chest heaving.
Pleasure is mixing with rage and creating an addictive concoction that’s clouding my senses. I can barely see past my desire to rip him to shreds and my desire to fuck into him—or maybe to lethimfuck intome.
Landon drops a hand and snakes it around my hip, where he grips my ass roughly. A low, harsh sound is ripped from my throat as his fingers dig into me through the fabric of my slacks.
“God, I missed the way you sound. Do it again,” Landon demands.
He presses his neck into my forearm, cutting off more of his own breath, his brown hair falling loosely onto his forehead.Licking his full lips, Landon slides his hand up, dipping his fingers into the back of my jeans.
One long, thick finger pushes between my cheeks, further and further, until a soft mewling sound leaves me, and Landon is rubbing right over my hole.
“That’s right,” he whispers.
And from outside, as he rubs me gently, we hear the countdown start.
“10!”
Landon licks his lips again, his green eyes finding mine.
“8!”
He rolls his hips against me endlessly, feeding me delicious friction.
“6!”
I rest my forehead against his, breathing in his air, letting my anger simmer as I take in the familiar comfort of his body, his smell, his touch.
“3… 2… 1. Happy New Year!”
Landon takes my lips in a bruising kiss. One that tells me just how much he’s missed me, how much he really does love me, and how much he despises me for not loving him in the same way.
His tongue runs along the seam of my lips, and instinctively, I open my mouth for him, feeling the wet heat plunge against my own. He groans, loud and long, as he tastes me thoroughly. Landon is acting as if he’s been starving, like he hasn’t had a single drop of nutrition since I up and left California.
I rub against him and then back against his finger as it prods but does not enter me.
