as stunning.
We were having dinner around the fireplace. It was cold
outside, but the heat of the fire helped to alleviate it. Jenna and I were
having a long, private moment, resulting, in a scowling Landon. She was
glancing at Alec, asking me whether she should go ahead and sleep with him. She
wanted to make sure it wouldn’t bother me, because, she was sure that she‘d
just spend the weekend with him, and then avoid him for the rest my
relationship with Landon.
“Alright people, we’re all set up.”
Barging inside the room, Ryan and Simon announced that
they finished installing the sound system in the living room downstairs.
We all voted for karaoke, except Landon and Evelyn. They
scowled.
For Landon, it was mostly because I was still held by
Jenna.
It was amusing, as possessive as he could be; when it came
to my friends, he would always cave, not willingly, or easily, but he would
eventually let them win.
“As long as you sleep in my arms, I don't mind.”
Those were always his exact words, whenever my friends
needed my help, or a Landon-free night.
Evelyn, on the other hand, silently scolded my two
friends, who were about to make their statement to an uneasy Simon. I didn’t
know what happened between the two of them. They remained the same. She was
always bitching around, and he was there to calm her.
“Are you finished?”
Ryan motioned to my empty plate, and I handed it to him.
“I need some ‘alone’ time.”
Landon spoke from the doorway, facing me, and let out a
low grunt.
“Again?”
I frowned at
Jenna’s insinuation, and unwelcome interjection.
“Are you descended from a family of rabbits?”
I couldn’t hide my horror.
“Shut up Jenna.”
She shrugged indifferently, and walked outside the room,
unable to conceal her satisfied grin.
Jenna loved to destabilize him, and she enjoyed it as much
as she could.
He usually ignores her, and then makes her regret it
whenever she needed a scoop, or some information.
“I thought we were going to spend the whole weekend in our
room.”
His voice was miserable, and constricted.
“I know baby, but this is a friend getaway, we have to
stay with them.”
“I don’t have to do anything, I want you in our room, and
I want you in it right now!”
Landon
darted the distance separating us in a blink of an eye, grabbed my waist, and
lifted me on his shoulders.
“Landon.”
I squeaked in surprise.
“Let me down.”
I cried out, unable to hold in my fake protest.
When we passed through the kitchen, we found Simon, Jude,
and Brooke, helping Ryan with dessert. They eyeballed us, and then laughed.
Landon didn’t give them any attention, walking precipitously towards the pool
house.
He pushed us through the sliding door, and hurled me onto
the bed. He was passionate and pleading, somber and demanding. I let out my
tongue to wet my dry lips. My heart jumped into my mouth, my breathing a little
ragged from all the juggling on his shoulders.
He got me aroused, and hot, all the time. I watched him intently;
he unbuttoned his knitted cardigan, and slowly, oh-so-slowly, walked to place
it on the ottoman, on the other side of the room. My core tightened with each
slight movement of his long fingers picking up the hem of his sweater.
He knew he had me exactly where he wanted.
I could barely contain my muscles, my body stirring with
wanton.
He shambled out of his jeans, his eyes fixated on every
inch of me. My hands fisted in the pillows. I was a trembling mess.
Landon kneeled on the bed, his slow movements made my body
alert to the tiniest bit of air and humming with anticipation. Without cutting
our gaze correlation, he fisted his fingers around the elastic waistband of my
leather leggings, and pulled them down. He moved up, and slid his fingers
between my folds to the slick wetness of my arousal. As soon as I started
rocking my hips to the movement of his dexterous fingers, he pulled out. I shut
my eyes close; he was sucking his