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“Landon told me he put the band’s social media accounts on your phone.” My heart races from the brief expression of pain that crosses his face. He blinks several times like he’s trying to remain masculine. If anyone could paint a portrait of beauty and pain, this would be it. “She would have liked you.” He pauses for a second. “I didn’t just lose a girlfriend. She was also one of my best friends. She’d been in the picture since we were kids. She was there when the three of us had a crazy idea of growing up and being in a rock band. She never thought we would fail. She was all in from day one. That’s why losing her destroyed me. You can post anything you want on any of them, like she did, just don’t erase her.”
My bottom lip quivers and his figure is a blur. “On the contrary, I’ll make everyone remember.”
Without saying another word, I swing around the frame and run up the stairs. The room is just as dark as I left it. When I come inside our bedroom, I quietly shut the door and take off my pajamas, then get in the bed and pull the covers up. Landon is lying on his back, a little closer to the middle than he was earlier, with his hand behind his head.
I throw my leg over him in a straddle. When my lips touch down on his, a hiss comes out of his mouth as he wakes up suddenly. I kiss along his jaw, waiting for him to wake up, and rocking my middle against his underwear-covered groin, anticipating the second I can feel the hard rod.
He places his hands on my hips, immediately feeling up my body. I guess he figured out I’m one step ahead in the clothing department. It doesn’t take long for him to get hard. He kisses me back as my lips return to his, pulling back almost immediately. “What’s wrong? Your face is wet.”
“Nothing.”
“Paxtyn.”
I don’t want to lie, but I don’t want him to get mad at Riggan for some of the things he told me either. Most of it was stuff I already knew, but Landon isn’t one to elaborate on the details. “I was talking to Riggan.”
He’s quiet as his hands skim up my back instead of gripping my boobs or butt like he normally does when he’s turned on. “Riggan talking is rarely a good thing,” he says, and if I wasn’t so emotionally stimulated, I’d laugh, because that’s probably true.
“I love you,” I tell him, avoiding a deeper conversation when I just want to connect with him in the most absolute way there is. It’s what we do when we’re exposed emotionally, after all. My lips press against his, not giving him a chance to say anything back. His breathing increases as he reaches between us and shoves his boxer briefs down to his thighs, answering in a better way than if he had said it.
I grab the base of his dick and stand him tall, positioning myself above it. With his eyes on me, I sink down on him until my body is consuming a part of his. At the same time he groans, he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me toward him. Our mouths meet, everything following becoming natural, like it has since the first time.
I work my lower back and hips, rocking myself on him in a way that feels amazing. He finally grips my breast, his fingers pulling at my nipples. Each time his dick hits against my G-spot I moan into his mouth, wanting that feeling to last forever. I’m so close. My orgasm racks through my body, making it hard to concentrate on anything but the feeling, his tongue brushing mine just right.
When it dwindles, I sit back, preparing to do it how he likes it, rotating my legs to where my feet are flat against the bed in a frog-like stance to give me more control. His eyes veer between my legs, and “fuck” comes out of his mouth just before I start pumping up and down on him as fast as I can.
He grips an ankle in each hand, watching me, which is something he likes to do. His eyes start at my face, and then lower to my bouncing breasts, before finally ending at my center where my body is pulling in a part of his and releasing it.
Minutes in and my thighs starting to burn, his hands move to my hips and hold me still when he’s buried to the hilt, his eyes on mine as he comes. Unless we’re in a position that makes it impossible, his eyes are always on mine when he finishes.
“I love you too. I really do.” My heart swells. I never thought I’d feel like this. I hope it’s always like this, even when we’ve been together for a long time.
I get off him and out of bed, going in search of my towel from earlier to rid my thighs of his sticky cum. Once clean, I toss it at him to do the same so that he can pull his underwear back into place.
I turn around to pick up my clothes off the floor where I left them, already stepping into my panties. “Do you think your parents would let you move in after you graduate?” he asks out of nowhere, making my full heart grow some more.
I forego the shorts and just pull my pajama tank on before getting in bed. I snuggle up to him, laying my head between his shoulder and chest. I like to feel him breathe. He’s quickly become my comfort. “Probably. Both of my siblings moved out when they started college. As long as I get an education my parents are pretty easy, especially since my mom found out you’re theonlyperson I’ve had sex with. I still think it’s funny that she was mind-blown over it. She basically lets me do anything when it comes to you. Living together is as serious as it gets without being married, though. If my stuff is there, you can’t kick me out when you’re pissed at me. You have a long time to change your mind between now and then.”
“Shut up,” he says, making me smile. Glad to know that dick is still in there. “I’m not going to change my mind. When the time is right, I’ll dig deep and let you see me hit my knee for a girl too. I’ll be disappointed if you don’t record it for blackmail.”
I laugh, scooting closer and throwing my leg over his pelvis. “If you include Navy prior to the knee drop, it will definitely be recorded. Not all that long ago, Landon Scott assured me no girl would ever have him like that.”
A humorless laugh escapes him. “I’ve eaten every fucking word when it comes to you. I don’t want to go back to that guy,” he confesses, his words squeezing my heart.
“I like this Landon too.” He starts rubbing the outside of my thigh. “Riggan told me by the end of the summer you guys could have enough music to release several songs,” I fish for information.
“Yeah,” he answers but doesn’t elaborate. He never does when it comes to the band, even though I wish he would. He wouldn’t have even brought his guitar had I not been so serious about them playing this summer. He tried to tell me it’s a hassle to fly with it like he hasn’t done it so many times already. He didn’t have an argument when I told him he could leave it here until the end of the summer since I’d be here. It breaks my heart that he has such a negative energy where the band is concerned, like he doesn’t want to get his hopes up to be let down. I want him to be excited about it, even though I know how he feels.
When we’re together, his attention is on me. We go places, we hang out in social circles, and a lot of times just chill together with a movie or something. I haven’t seen him play since that night in his trailer back in January when I sent the recording to Riggan. “You’ve been composing?”
“I play while you’re in school,” he tells me, reminding me that he’s always alone for those long hours while I’m doing the high school thing. That must be boring. He has no real friends in California, only the people I hang out with, but if he’s not with me then he doesn’t speak to any of them.
I think for a few minutes. I’ll have to start applying to universities in the fall. It’s something my mom reminded me of recently. “Do you want me to apply here for college so you’d be closer to the band? We could get an apartment.”
“No.”
His short answer rubs me the wrong way. “Are you actually going to talk to me about it or should I stop wasting my time?”
My invisible armor slides into place to protect my feelings and I turn over, moving to my side of the bed. “Paxtyn.”
