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“Yeah? You really want to go another round? You’re going to get tired of this,” I say for shits and giggles to draw a compliment out of him.
“Not going to happen. I chased it all the way to California. Your age is a risk for me. Older girls would be easier. I want you. You know that.”
Older girls would be easier . . .The asshole. Not a fat chance in Hell.
I push up on my shins enough to grab the base of his dick, standing it tall, then sit down on it much like I did that first day we were together. I have to fight against my own mind so that a moan doesn’t slip over how good that dick of his makes me feel.
Even after all this time, the first slip in takes me by surprise. I don’t miss the way his abs tense or his jaw clenches the first time it goes in. His short nails are digging into my ass. I start to pump as I look down at him, working my legs and rolling my hips to give it to him good. “Easier, huh? Would those older girls give it to you like this?” He tries to sit up, but I shove at his chest, knocking him back down. “Or would they just lay there and take it?”
He has no expression, so I don’t know what the hell is on his mind. I seldom do unless he wants me to. His thighs align with my backside from where he obviously pulled his knees up. His thumb starts rubbing my clit. I slap it away, already noticing the tick in his jaw like he’s getting agitated. Yeah, well, I am too. One thing about Landon is he’s not a selfish lover: with me anyway. Getting me off just hypes him up even more, but I don’t comment about how mucheasierit would be to date guys that go to my high school, live in my town, work close.
“You’re not the only girl that’s ever fucked me,” he says, trying to get under my skin.
Ouch.
I speed up, striving to make him come so I can get off. “Watch your mouth. You’re not the only guy I could fuck,” I tell him, my inner bitch surfacing to protect my feelings.
His pelvis lifts at the same time his hand wraps around the front of my neck, driving me higher just before he starts thrusting from underneath me. He pulls me in, bringing my face closer to his, and his hammering turns to slow thrusting. “But you’re the only girl that’s fucked me up, and because of that, no girl will ever be able to fuck me like you. You didn’t let me finish. And I know I’m not the only guy you could fuck, Paxtyn, but I hope I’m the only guy you ever do,” he adds, melting the ice in my veins instantly. That’s a big statement for Landon, considering his trust issues all come down to a female sleeping with another guy.
My mouth comes down on his, lips grazing and tongues tasting. “You know your dick is the only one I want or I wouldn’t have given it up after only a couple of hours. I wouldn’t have kept letting you in when my feelings were on the line. I wouldn’t have threatened that girl, beat her ass . . .”
The last one was a joke, sort of, but it drew a smile out of him, nonetheless. His pelvis lowers to the mattress, bringing me back to a straddle on top, and then he sits up, bringing us together. His arm comes around me and his eyes are locked on mine. “Show me.”
Such a profound statement. Show don’t tell. I think that exact phrase describes the way we are with each other. Do, don’t say, because more is said in someone’s actions than their words. Deep, deep inside, below all his insulated layers, I’m starting to think he’s the most loyal, the most loving, the most sacrificing one out of all his friends. He always goes to them. He always comes to me. He’s humble. And when he’s not protecting his heart, he’s kind.
My arms wrap around his neck, and the second I start moving up and down on him, he groans, deep and with a need that boosts my confidence in a way no one else can do. “I’ll show you if you show me. Summer in Miami?” I ask, a moan slipping out from how good it feels to be connected to him.
“When I’m not at work, I’m where you are.”
“Job hunting is sounding more and more appealing.”
Just before he closes in to kiss me, I notice the start of a smile. Or we could get this band on a roll. It’s at a standstill, which doesn’t work for anyone. I have an idea, and when I have my mind set on something, I get shit done.
NINE
PAXTYN
Iwhip my car into the first open parking spot I see in the employee lot at my dad’s main office. School is out for the summer, and I have a plane to catch in a few hours. Landon is picking me up from the airport, I’ll spend the night with him at his house, and then we’ll catch a flight to Miami tomorrow.
This will be the first time since we became official that he’s come in from offshore and gone home instead of coming to California. I was in a bad mood from the moment I knew he was on land, and those tantrums are what titled me the troublesome child. I suggested we just meet in Miami, but Landon wasn’t game for that route. He wanted the alone time before we were surrounded by people . . . and babies.
I kill the engine and unfasten my seatbelt. I could have discussed this with Dad at home, but he’s not much for business in his happy place. Much like church and state, he keeps the two separate.
I notice my brother’s car as I get out of mine, locking it behind me. When I walk through the glass doors, I’m greeted by the building’s front desk receptionist. I nod and give a slight smile, before continuing toward the elevators, same as usual. They know who I am, and that’s all that matters. Everyone knows the Dunagins whether you want them to or not.
When I make it to my dad’s floor, I navigate toward his office but stop at my brother’s door the second I hear the giggle, the soured look on my face already present when I see the tramp all up on him in her short, eggplant-colored dress from where she’s bent forward at his desk like she’s showing him something important. The sexual flirting does not go amiss on either part.
I’m terrified to see who my sister-in-law will be if he keeps this up. My brother has never had an issue getting a girl’s attention. They were lined up for a chance with Preston Dunagin. He has that model look about him. He’s lean but not lanky, and had the rich boy act down to an art. Playboy was his middle name. His engagement to Kinzleigh was public, and now the breakup is too, which means the buzzards will swarm to mend his broken heart. Rich men are a dating hazard. I can only hope he doesn’t knock some gold-digger up in his quest to move on from the girl who got away.
I stare at the two of them. God, what a pathetic excuse for a female. Stop being so fucking easy for him. His behavior is sickening. The second he gets his clothes back on from her giving out a piece, she won’t exist to him. I liked him better with Kinzleigh even though I never thought they fit, but I can understand this side too. He’s been hung up on her all his life, then he finally got a taste, and wham, she’s back with someone else. That was a fucked-up situation. It was never going to end well for someone. The hung-up part was more one-sided than Konnor and Presley, though. Maybe it’s a good thing I wasn’t part of their little foursome. They’ve all been stuck on the hot mess express for a while. Sometimes I swear our family is a train wreck.
“Don’t you have actual work to do?” I ask in the bitchiest voice I can muster. “We’re not an escort service here. Have some class.”
She jerks upright, swaying a little on her black heels before looking at me. “Paxtyn. It’s good to see you. Can I get you anything to drink?”
I want to roll my eyes at how laughable that is, but that would be frowned upon with my dad in a professional work environment. Yeah, sure, go fetch me a coffee so you appear to be worth your hourly wage and not hitting on the CFO of the company. “No thanks,” I say instead. “Get out.”
She rears back a hair, but instead of saying something, she just walks toward me until she’s passing me at the doorway. I don’t miss the side-eye she gives as she does. Don’t really care. The second she’s out, I come inside and shut the door, a little harder than necessary for effect. Once it’s closed, Preston stands from his chair, and within seconds, the smile is from ear to ear. “I hope that’s not your assistant. I thought you had better taste than that.”
