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Katie lifted her chin and squinted back at him, only just registering that he was no longer talking with Marvin. "Huh?"
"Give me the phone right now. I’m going to call this motherfucker and tell him he better leave you the hell alone or I’m going to show him what money and fame can really buy someone."
Katie didn’t even know what that meant, but it sounded...violent. Landon’s face had hardened into chiseled lines, tendons bulged out of his forearm. His playful aura had disappeared, engulfed by something else entirely. Something dark. An uneasy chill ran down her limbs and she stopped him before he could go on and make it worse.
"No, it’s not Kyle. Look." She flashed him her phone screen so he could scan the headline.
"Oh fuuuck…"
"I think we’re okay though," she said. "You can’t tell it’s me. But we can’t keep doing this, Landon. That’s the last time we can ever—ever—be seen in public together."
She didn’t have power over the photos that were already taken, but she had complete power over letting it happened again. Landon sniffed and swallowed back whatever he wanted to say, so Katie kept right on filling the silence.
"And there is no way we are going anywhere near your apartment. Just go back to mine. I’m ready to go home."
If the mood had been tense before, it was downright black now. They both brooded their way through the suburbs and the outskirts of the city. She assumed he was thinking about what other photos might pop up online overnight. That’s what she should have been worrying about. Yet her mind kept drifting elsewhere.
Today had to be it for them. It was the only course of action that ended with her keeping her job. The team would be gone for a ten day road trip and it only made sense to stretch that into forever as far as their relationship was concerned. Then she could nurse her heart and come out stronger before he returned, and he could nurse his wounded pride with allthe girls sliding into his DMs.
The thought physically pained her, and when they finally made it into her apartment and shut the door, Katie did the only thing she could think of to keep herself from breaking down into hysterical sobs. She stood on her tip toes, wrapped her fingers around the back of his head, and pulled him down to meet her lips.
"Whooooa!” Landon said, eyebrows shooting up. "I kind of still expected you to be mad."
"Well I’m not. Take off your shirt."
She tugged at the hem and he hesitated, but complied and discarded his t-shirt on the floor. Her eager hands skimmed over his torso, fingers running through the smattering of hair on his chest, then across his six pack. He let her explore, his thumbs circling over her bare shoulders in a mini massage.
"You sure you’re okay, baby?" he asked.
Tears sprung up to bear down on the backs of her eyelids. Hot, fat, throat-constricting tears that wouldn’t just shut off with the turn of a faucet if they started flowing. He wasn’t supposed to care so much. He wasn’t supposed to be so sweet. Why couldn’t he just use her for hot sex and never call her again? Why couldn’t he just be a giant jerk and treat her like shit and break her heart? Why couldn’t she, for that matter?
"I’m fine," she told him, then put her tongue back in his mouth to distract him from her cracking voice.
She multitasked as they kissed, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, her palm already inside his boxer briefs before his pants hit the floor. They made their way to the bed, shucking Landon’s underwear and her shoes and shorts along the way. He smelled so delectable and felt so perfect, it was easy to get lost in him—and lost was the only place Katie wanted to be right now.
Landon sat on the bed and swung his legs up while leaning back against the headboard. She stood next to him and he reached out to lift up her shirt, just enough to hook a finger in the waistband of her panties and tug.
"Take these off," he said.
She did, basking in Landon’s grateful hum as the dampness trailed down her legs.
"C’mere baby, I want you on top of me this time."
Katie swallowed back a gulp, images flashing through her head of all the experienced, uninhibited women who had surely shared Landon Ryan’s bed. Women that knew exactly how to swirl their hips and bounce their butts to get a man off. Katie was probably more experienced with blowjobs than being on top.
As always, Landon made it easy. He helped balance her as she straddled him, then held her steady by her hips as she worked his cock inside her and eased all the way down. She wriggled side to side, enjoying him from this new angle. Enjoying his tongue in her mouth as she gave a few tentative bounces. It helped having him propped up against the headboard insteadof laying down. She wasn’t exposed or expected to perform, she only had to appreciate being close to him.
"Lift up," he instructed with a tilt of his chin.
Katie’s arms stretched upwards and he slid her shirt off, his hands coming right back to unclasp her bra.
"I told you the day I got you completely naked, you’d be all mine," Landon said.
His reminder came a split second too late because his chest hairs had already brushed against her nipples and her shuddering gasp drowned out that tiny voice whispering for her to correct him. To tell him that this was still just sex and nothing more. No ownership on either side.
But instead of arguing with him, she pressed their nude bodies even closer together, synchronizing their movements to his moans and the pressure of his hands on her ass cheeks. Knees spread out on each side of his lap, she rode him in gentle pulses with her arms wrapped around his neck and her clit rubbing up against his rock hard abs over, and over, and over, until Landon's fingertips dug into her ass cheeks, pulling her to a standstill.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’ve got to stop. I’m not going to last if you keep doing that."
