Chapter Six
Brody
“You headed back to the house? A couple of the chicks we picked up this morning are coming by.”
I took a long pull from the Nalgene bottle in my hand before answering Brax. “Nah, man, I’m headed to Landry’s.” I shook my head at his expression, a blend of humor and annoyance. “I know, I know. I’m a lust-sick puppy.” I slid my bottle into my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. “Not lovesick, lust.” Well…lust-like was probably more accurate.
“At least you admit it.”
Talon and I met Braxton Jones, aka Brax, during an open mic night on a Tuesday in Malibu. We were all still in high school; it was the summer before our senior year. T and I had decided to take a road trip, and we headed south from San Jose and traveled down the 101 until we hit the SoCal coast. Our plan was to make it all the way to Baja, but the surf had been so radical in Malibu that we stayed. We spent three weeks doing nothing but surfing and playing music. Brax worked at a local bar where he was a regular during open mic night, doing covers of old artists like Bob Dylan and Leon Russell. Brax had lied and told the owner he was twenty-one, even though he was seventeen. Brax was a big guy.
“Missing a night of partying and a morning of surfing? You do got it bad, bro.” Dane pursed his lips, hanging his head for a beat. “Shameful.”
I slung my arm around his neck, dragging him out of the studio. “It’s okay. I know the only reason you’re giving me a hard time is because you need me at home. I know it’s near impossible for you to get laid without your number one wingman.”
He pushed me off and jogged to catch up with Brax, calling over his shoulder, “You were easy to replace, my friend.”
“Whatever you say, old man.” I threw the backpack into my old light blue Scout. My car was a classic, and I loved it. I’d made sure the label found us a house with a garage. I didn’t like leaving my baby out to the elements. The salty air wasn’t good for her body.
Dane flipped me off as he and Brax pulled away from the curb. He hated being called old. He was only five years older than the rest of us, but still, it was enough to give him a hard time about. And I loved messing with him. He was an easy mark.
The three of us, Brax, Talon, and I, had met Dane Salinger during a surf competition out in Hawaii. It was the summer after our senior year and all three of us were avoiding college and reality as long as we could. Dane had been a big-wave surfer, semi-pro circuit, and was moving up in the ranks. We made friends with the locals and went to see some live music. Dane was sitting in with them, playing bass.
The next day he’d wiped out, hard, hitting the reef and tearing his knee to shreds. He almost ripped his kneecap clean off. Two months later, we were still in Hawaii, and still avoiding our parents. We jammed with him one night and the rest, as they say, is history.
“See you for breakfast?” Talon knocked on my hood, pulling me out of my little trip down memory lane.
“Yeah man. Landry has to work another twelve tomorrow. I’ll be home early.”
He waved as he climbed into his hydrogen SUV. Talon’s family was loaded, so he always had the newest model of the most cutting-edge vehicles, and he was extremely environmentally conscious.
I turned over the Scout’s old engine and headed toward Landry’s apartment; speeding, to be honest. I couldn’t help it. I was excited to see her. I’d thought of her constantly during the day, and all through rehearsal. I was a lust-sick puppy, no doubt about it.
I took the stairs two at time, retrieving the key she’d left under her mat. After I unlocked the door, I shoved it into my pocket. I was keeping the key, whether she liked it or not. I wanted unfettered access to Landry—her body, her apartment, her soul. I wanted all of her for as long as she’d let me.
I pushed open the door, locking it behind me. “Baby cakes?” I dropped my bag and headed toward the couch. She was curled on her side, wrapped in a blanket, sleeping. Her scrub top was on the floor and her bra was hanging from a lamp in the corner. She was still wearing her navy scrub pants and the TV volume was turned down so low I couldn’t make out what anyone was saying. “Hey, bad girl.” I knelt beside her, pushing her hair off her face.
Her lips formed a smile while her eyes stayed closed. “Hey you.”
I used one finger to drag the white and light blue throw blanket back, peeking inside. “Did you fall asleep while you were getting naked for me?” She nodded, her eyes still shut. “You need some help with the rest?” She nodded again, her grin growing. I scooped her up, cradling her warm body to my chest as I carried her to her bedroom. I laid her on the fluffy bed and slowly removed her pants and her thong. I loved her like this. Naked and spread out before me, her dark hair a perfect contrast to her white sheets. She was like sin lying against saint.
She opened one eye, smirking. “You gonna join me? Or just stare all night?”
The truth was I could stare at her all night, and I’d be happy. I’d be satisfied and content to be in her presence. Maybe I was fooling myself. Maybe I was more than lust-sick after all.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I removed my clothes quickly, rolled on the condom, and covered her body with mine. Claiming her lips, I kissed her senseless. I didn’t care if she had a virus and she got me sick. I couldn’t be around her and not get inside her tight little body. I grabbed her thigh, spreading her wide, making room for myself. I smirked and I reached down, testing her with my fingers. “Ready, I take it?”
She bit her lip and I licked mine. I stayed on my knees, grabbing her hips and lifting up to where I needed her to be. I entered her in one smooth motion, burying myself as far as I could go. I threw my head back, staring at the ceiling and taking a deep breath. I could already feel her start to tighten around me. “Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good.” I pulled out, and then slammed back in.
She arched her back, taking her nipples in her own fingers.
I did it again, grinding against her clit. “I fucking love it when you touch yourself, but I want all of you tonight.” I leaned forward, taking one nipple in my teeth and the other in my hand. I hammered into her tight pussy. Hitting all the right spots, making sure my pelvis rubbed her clit every damn time.
“Brody. Oh my god, yes.”
I sat back up, pushing her thighs to her chest, getting as deep as I could. Driving into her, relentlessly, the way she liked it. “Let me hear you scream for me, bad girl.” I changed direction, adding more pressure to her clit, and she shattered around me. She called my name as she came, the sweet sound filling her apartment and my ego. I knew my grip was getting too tight, but she was still milking my dick. Her orgasm didn’t seem to have an end and it dragged me right over the edge. “Fuck, baby, yes.” I didn’t pull out, I didn’t want to, she felt too good clenching around me.
***
“I think I came for like two minutes.” Landry turned her head to the side, studying me where I’d collapsed a few minutes before.
I chuckled. “I know. I felt it. What was that about? Am I just that good? Or is that a trick you’ve never shown me before?” I reached over and rested one of my hands on her hip.
“Not to inflate your rock-star-sized ego, but that has never happened to me before.”
“So, I am a golden god.”
She snorted as she rolled her body until it was flush against mine. “Sure, tonight, I’ll give you golden god.”
I put my arm around her, holding her tight. “Inside your pussy is the perfect way to end the day.”
“I thought inside my pussy was the best way to start a day?” Her words were mumbled, like she was fading fast back into the sleep I’d woken her from.
“You’re the best way to begin a day, as well as end it.” I whispered, kissing the shell of her perfectly shaped ear.
“I am?”
“Well, your pussy.” I growled and bit at her neck, making her giggle. I couldn’t tell Landry she was the best part of my day, morning noon and night. I couldn’t tell her that sometimes I wanted to make her mine, that I hated the thought of leaving her in a couple months. Because that’s not what we were; not what we had. We were fun and flirty and short term. We were easy, and uncomplicated. We were the world’s best fling, and we were both okay with that.
Trying to make it more, trying to force something that didn’t make sense would only make things harder. Landry was a surgeon. I was a surfer. She was almost thirty, and I’d barely begun my twenties. She had a life, a career, and mine was just beginning.
But, man, what I wouldn’t give in that moment for things to be different.