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I hear him on my heels, so I make my way through the party until I find Navy and Chase by a wall. She gives me a lazy, drunk smile when I get to her, opening her arms for me to come in for a hug. I do. She’s toasted. I can tell. When my head hits her chest, Landon says, “Don’t let her out of your sight,” and walks off before anyone can say anything.
The fuck?
“Are you two fighting?” she asks, but before I can process to give her some form of an answer or lose my eyes on Landon, I’m following him. He gets outside before me since he had a head start.
I push my way through the front door and keep walking down the driveway, past the people outside, and start down the street where all the waiting limos are parked. I see him open the door to get in ours. That fucker is not leaving me here! “Landon,” I bellow, but he slips inside and shuts the door.
Anger spikes and I pick up walking in my heels as fast as I can go. When I get to the door, it’s unlocked, luckily, because I would have stabbed the window with my heel to get in regardless.
I grab the handle and jerk open the door so hard the hinges whine from the strain. I shove my upper body in. “You asshole! I’m about to sterilize you,” I growl out, my mouth immediately shutting when I see him hunched over in the bench seat at the back, battered hands covering his face and shaking like he has zero control, but the second I hear it, I lose air like the wind was knocked out of me.
You can’t mistake the soft crying. A pain runs through my chest. In any story, Landon is the big bad wolf, and those don’t cry. I softly shut the door, rip my heels off, and crawl on my knees until I’m standing in front of him, my hands already on his wrists. “Landon,” I whisper. “Let me in.”
“No,” he answers in a gruff manner.
“Talk to me.”
“Let it go.”
“Don’t fucking turn this around. I’m the one he was trying to rape.” One by one, he lowers his hands, until I can see the tear stains on his cheeks. It’s a sight that could gut you. I walk between his legs and wrap my arms around his neck. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Had I been a second later . . .”
“You weren’t.”
“Who was that?”
“Presley’s ex-boyfriend. The guy that messed her and Konnor up in ways that weren’t actually his fault, unfortunately. And apparently, he’s the one that started the bet about me.”
His face steels. “What all did he do to you?”
“Nothing that can’t easily be erased.”
“That’s the most scared I’ve ever been in my life.”
Landon, scared? Seems impossible. “Scared you were going to lose your ‘only’ card?” I joke.
His eyes are smoldering, glassy, and much deeper in gray than they normally are, if that even makes sense, like they’re trying to turn blue but don’t have it in them. “You’re really going to fucking joke right now?”
I shrug my shoulders with the hint of a smile. “It was my fear before you barged in, so, yeah. I saved sex for when I knew it was right. You felt right. I didn’t want to lose that.”
His arm comes out and he grips the back of my neck, hard, pulling me in until our mouths collide. When his tongue inches into my mouth I’m done for. I straddle his lap and start rubbing against him, trying to make him hard, but instead of his hands roaming like they normally do, he pulls away. “What’s wrong?” I ask him.
“We’re not having sex.”
I’m getting agitated. “Why not?”
His face contorts into something of frustration. “Because you almost had that forced on you in the five fucking seconds I wasn’t with you. It’s like they can sniff out your pussy like hound dogs. This kind of shit is why I didn’t want to drink,” he throws out the accusation like I was forcing it on him, pissing me off.
Having your choice taken away can go both ways—forced upon you when you don’t want it and shut down when you do want it. One is just as bad as the other. I push at his chest, forcing his arms to drop from around my waist as I move off him. “Fuck you, Landon. You want to be a douche all night that’s on you. I’ll get a ride,” I spit out, already making my way back toward the door of the limo.
Before I can push open the door I’m hauled backward, carpet burning my knees, and then my mouth is assaulted with his at the same time my dress is pulled down my body. His mouth rubs along my jaw until it’s at my ear. “You’re acting seventeen again,” he grits out.
I grab the waist of his jeans in two hands, already unbuttoning them. “That’s the thing about being seventeen—you tend to act like it.”
He shoves my dress over my ass when I jerk down his zipper, letting the fabric fall to my bent knees. I pull his dick out, already stroking it in long, slow strokes, drawing a deep moan out of him. “Why would you want sex right after something like that?” he struggles to ask.
I release his dick, watching his eyes as I move to the seat and push my underwear and dress the rest of the way off. Then I ditch the bra, watching his eyes haze over as he stares at my tits, and then my panty-created tan line. It’s my favorite part of foreplay. There’s power that comes with putting that look on a guy like Landon. “Why did I want to fuck you that first day? I just do. It’s not sex, it’s you.”
