Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
I laugh. She’s right, but I can’t tell her about the person I’m currently fixating on. I can’t tell Mom I’ve spent all day thinking about what happened with Landon this morning, the tension in the car, and how he ran after me. He wants—maybe needs—me to see him as a good person.
Mom finally agrees to go to bed. I should be able to sleep, too, but as I lie here, staring at the ceiling, I just can’t. It’s the thought of that bar, of Damon. Mostly, it’s thinking of Landon being here with me.
The bed would be so much warmer, so much cozier. I can imagine wriggling up next to him and wrapping my arms around his middle, holding on as tight as I can as his solid, mature body tenses against me.
Screw it …
Rolling onto my back, I reach between my legs and start rubbing my clit softly. It feels so tingly, so sensitive compared to normal, as if I’ve been waiting all day to sink into this feeling. I imagine stroking my hand up and down Landon’s cock so confidently, with so much eagerness. I’d make him hard, and then …
I let my imagination dance ahead because that’s all it can ever be. Suddenly, Landon is naked, his muscles throbbing, standing at the end of my bed. He reaches down and strokes himself as he stares at me, looking completely obsessed.
“Touch your pussy for me,” he says in a husky voice. “Touch your clit. Rub it. Make yourself wet for me. Only for me. Yes, Lily, fuck, I want you so badly. I need you. I know you feel the same. I know you want to fight it, but you can’t. I’m the older, experienced man who will show you what I want. I know you’re scared to trust me, but trust this.”
I whimper as I slip my hand lower, rubbing my fingers over my wetness. I can’t ever remember being this soaked before. If my mind is conflicted, my body is exactly the opposite. I press down hard on my sex, shifting my hips and imagining Landon thrusting into me.
I don’t know how to imagine that exactly, but I try my best. I can feel his heat as he pushes down against me with his muscled body. I imagine running my hands through his hair like I’m tracing the silver streaks with my fingers.
It’s oh-so-easy to imagine him looking down at me with that intense expression. He’ll stare at me like nobody else exists as if he couldn’t even imagine being attracted to anybody except me. “You’re going to come on my dick. You’re going to cream for me. You’re going to do it for me, Lily. For me.”
I’m so close to a soul-searing orgasm. My toes are curling all by themselves. I rub just my clit now, everything heating up, my head getting hazy in that perfect way, making it impossible to think about anything else. Only the moment exists, feeling so real.
Then, Mom’s voice cuts into my fantasy. Suddenly, I’m lucid. “Mom?” I yell, springing out of bed.
She yells again. “I’m calling the cops!”
I run into the kitchen to find Mom yelling across the street as a man climbs from his car. From his height and how he moves, I can see it’s Landon. Seeing him in real life so soon after the fantasy is enough to make the two clash together. It’s like any second, he’s going to touch me, finishing the orgasm I started.
I snap out of it. “Mom, wait. That’s Landon.”
“What?” she gasps. “Landon Cross?”
“Yeah!”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LANDON
“Thank you, Vivian,” I say as she sets my coffee on the table. It’s almost midnight, but I doubt I’ll get much sleep tonight anyway. Vivian is much healthier than when I last saw her, with a ruddiness in her cheeks that I’m happy to see.
“You’re welcome.” She smiles at me, then at Lily. “Lily, isn’t this exciting?”
“I told you. We were working together on that case.”
Vivian smiles a little manically but seems sober, just understandably shaken up. “I know, but still. Landon in our kitchen after all these years. It’s better than the last one, isn’t it?” She laughs erratically.
“You did the best you could,” I tell her.
I can feel Lily smiling at me, but I’m doing everything I can not to look at her. I saw her when I first arrived, and that was enough for me. She’s wearing PJs—a tank top and shorts, no bra. No fucking bra. I still remember her tits bouncing when she ran into the kitchen, the way my mind instantly went to an image of sliding slickly between them, her thickness massaging my rock-hard …
“Sorry about the whole cops thing,” Vivian says shakily.
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry,” I tell her. “I should’ve told you I was out there.”