Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I lead the way around the clubhouse. There are rules in place for people not directly linked to Cerberus, and one of those includes limiting access for the majority of people. I know I felt a massive sense of pride when I was welcomed inside for the very first time. Seth will probably never get that chance.
“An Audi? Nice,” I say when Seth hits the unlock button on his key fob.
I turn to ask him about gas milage, but then his lips are on mine. I’m stunned for a brief second, the kiss literally coming out of nowhere, before my brain gets back online. I take a step back from him.
“It’s still him, huh?”
I almost open my mouth to ask who he’s talking about, but Seth wouldn’t be impressed with my elusive behavior.
“I know it makes me a fool, but it will always be him.” Knowing I’m going to be miserable and alone my entire life has been a hard pill to swallow, despite those moments I have considering how I’ll be able to truly get my life together after college. I know better. Some days it’s just harder to accept than others.
“Maybe we can get together for lunch or something before you head back to Texas?”
“For sure,” I tell him as he climbs into his car.
I wave as he drives away, eyeing my car and wondering just how rude it would be to leave myself. Sighing, I walk up the front steps of the clubhouse, being lazy instead of walking around the way I came. Maybe I’ll be able to find a distraction inside rather than spending the rest of my evening staring at Landon and being miserable.
No one is inside, so I make my way to the hallway leading to the members’ rooms on the left and the backdoor to the right.
“Hey.”
I squeal like I’ve just encountered a serial killer in the safest place on earth.
Landon chuckles, watching me from the spot he’s leaning against on the wall.
“A little jumpy?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you spying on me again?”
His head pulls back a little. “From the hallway?”
“It’s getting old,” I hiss. “Why are you fucking everywhere?”
In my head. In my dreams.
Landon doesn’t say a word, but his eyes are on my lips. He did the same fucking thing the day of the bike ride. Watching his mouth is my thing, and now the bastard is turning the tables. Only it doesn’t make me uncomfortable like it does him.
My skin tingles with need and a touch of anger.
I focus on the anger, turning to walk away. Arguments get us nowhere, so there’s no sense in having one now.
He stops me with a hand on my arm.
I spin to shove him away, but he catches me by surprise when his warm hand cups my neck, his lips pressing to mine.
It’s not an angry, aggressive kiss, but soft and slow, warm and nurturing.
I grunt, air rushing from my lungs when he presses me to the wall, his body lining up against mine. We’re both athletes, his frame just slightly larger than mine, and there should be something uncomfortable with all our muscles pressed against each other, but it’s not. The front of his perfect body touches mine, and I groan into the kiss, his tongue twisting with mine, hot breaths escaping his nose and drifting over my skin.
It’s exhilarating.
Perfection.
I moan with need when he rolls his hips, proving he’s just as into this as I am.
His hand grips my ass, the warmth of it seeping through the thin fabric of my swim trunks.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his cock rolling against mine.
I do the same, desperate for that friction.
“Again,” he demands, and I obey, despite all the warning bells going off in my head.
This can’t be happening.
Dreams don’t come true like this.
People don’t hate each other one day and then end up in a darkened hallway making out.
A squeak of noise breaks our kiss, and we both look over, seeing a shadow disappear in the direction of the kitchen.
“Who the fuck was that?” Landon snaps, the width of the hallway between us.
“No clue,” I answer, licking at my lips to the taste of him lingering there. “Come here.”
I reach for him, but he slides away as if I’m disgusting.
My heart pounds, and I wonder how that’s even possible, considering how broken it just became with the look on his face. Terror, pure fucking terror swims in his eyes, his hands shaking at his sides.
“Why did you kiss me if you’re so ashamed?” I spit, because make no mistake, he instigated all of that, begged for more even.
His eyes find mine, his spine straightening a little before he speaks. “I figured it’s what you wanted.”
Anger burns through me like lava. “What I wanted? What a fucking sacrifice on your part.”
At least he has the decency to look a little guilty for his actions.