Chapter Four

Landon

Whatever I’d done in a previous life to deserve this kind of karma, I’d gladly do it ten times over just for the chance to devour her again. I remembered everything about it. The taste of her. The way she moaned and called out my name as she peaked. The way her body trembled and clenched when she was coming down from that high. I’d lost count of the number of times I’d jerked off to those memories.

Now I was getting the real thing again. I was one lucky bastard. She could try to sell me that one night bullshit all she wanted, but there was no way that was gonna fly. If I was getting back inside her hot little body again it meant she was mine for the duration. If another man ever tried to touch her, I’d break every finger in his motherfucking hand.

“Spread your legs for me.” I watched her do as she was told while she watched my dick swell again. She’d just sucked me off like a champ five minutes ago and I was ready for her again. But not before she got hers. And I got mine.

“Yeah, just like that,” I said, dropping to my knees and spreading her legs with my shoulders. “Mmm, look at that, baby.” I was salivating. “You’re so wet for me.”

She moaned, tipping her head back as she closed her eyes.

“No, I want you to watch me.” She’d always loved it when I was demanding in the bedroom and judging by the way she was dripping now, that hadn’t changed.

Her eyes were fixed on mine when I took my first swipe. She tasted so good I could have buried my face between her legs and went crazy. But I wanted to draw this out. To enjoy every single second of it. Not because I was afraid it wouldn’t happen again. I knew it would. I’d always been her drug of choice. One more hit and she’d be hooked again. Just like I was.

I lapped at her, alternating between short quick lashes and long sweeping caresses. Both made her edgy and needy, just the way I wanted her. “You like that?” I asked, locking eyes with her.

Her eyes spit fire when she said between clenched teeth, “You know I do.”

“Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do to you. How you want me to do it.” She didn’t have to tell me. I not only had the playbook to her body, I wrote it. I didn’t care how many lovers she’d had since me or how many times they’d taken her. No one could make her feel the way I could. And I was going to prove that to her. All. Night. Long.

“Like this?”

She lifted her hips off the mattress when I traced her core with my tongue.

“Oh. God. Landon.”

I loved hearing my name fall from her lips like a curse. Nothing turned me on more. It meant I was getting to her. Getting under her skin, just where I wanted to be. I blew on her while I watched her writhe as she clenched the sheets, her head thrashing from side to side.

I had never seen anything sexier in my life. Her long blond hair spread out on the crisp white pillow. Her blue eyes shining with excitement, her fair skin flushed with arousal while she waited for me to make my next move.

I didn’t make her wait long. No more teasing. It was time to finish my pretty girl off so I could sink inside of her the way I was dying to. Claiming her like I never had before. My tongue played her like a finely tuned instrument, the sweet sounds a chorus of her breathless sighs and moans filling the room.

“I’m going to…”

I didn’t give her a chance to finish her thought. I went to work bringing her to the peak, seeing her through the storm as her body trembled, and pulling her close while she rode it out, her heartbeat finally returning to normal as she looked at me with glazed eyes. “How the hell did you learn to do that?”

I chuckled, satisfied that I’d been able to get her there in record time. It was a testament to how turned on she was. “I had a lot of practice.” I brushed a strand of hair off her damp forehead as her eyes darkened and she looked away. “With you, gorgeous.”

“You can’t tell me you haven’t done that for plenty of other women.”

I placed a hand possessively over her flat stomach as I imagined how many men had done that to her. “Would you think I was sick if I told you I fantasized about you every single time?”

She gasped before pulling back to look me in the eye. “You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not.”

I made myself a promise. I was going to bare my soul to her tonight. Sure, there was a chance I’d get kicked in the teeth, but at least I wouldn’t have to live with anymore regrets. Regrets were the worst. They kept you up at night. Made it impossible to fall in love. And made you… miserable. That’s what I’d been when I’d been brave enough to examine the hole she left in my heart. Fucking miserable.

“I know this isn’t flattering, but it’s the truth, Liv. Every woman was you. My buddies gave me a hard time about blond haired blue-eyed women being my thing, but they didn’t know the reason I always got with girls like that was because it made it easier to pretend.”

She looked away and I didn’t know if I was losing or gaining ground.

“If you want me to shut up now,” I said, my hand venturing lower. “I will.”

She stopped my wandering hand with hers. “I had a type too.”

“You did?” I didn’t want to hear about her type, but I knew turnabout was fair play.

“He was tall.” She bit her lip as her eyes scanned my body. The sheet was pulled up to my waist, but it was tented. “Broad shoulders. Athletic. Blue eyes.” She reached up, almost tentatively as she brushed her hand through my hair. I was wearing it a little longer these days, curling over my collar, but I liked the way it felt when she thrust her hand into it. “He had to have blue eyes. But no one has the blue-gray eyes you have.”

It was a family trait. My brother and mother both had them too. But she was right, it was an unusual color. “Maybe our babies will have them too,” I teased. I immediately recognized my mistake when she shut down and pushed my hand away. “I’m sorry. I—”

“You can’t say shit like that, Harris. Don’t you know what that does to me?”

“No, tell me.” I needed to hear her say it. As much as it hurt to see her upset, I needed her to put words to her feelings for me so I’d be free to do the same.

“I can’t.” She stared out the window. “I can’t say it. I can’t go there again.”

“Sure you can.” I brushed my lips over her shoulder. “You won’t be alone, baby. I’ll be right there with you, telling you what you want to hear.”

She glared at me before pushing against my shoulder. “You’re real good at that, aren’t you? Telling me what I want to hear.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” I sighed, rolling onto my back as I stared at the ceiling. I knew I had to bite the bullet and go first. I couldn’t expect her to. It wasn’t fair. “I loved you, Olivia. You were it for me.”

“So you’ve said.”

Her voice sounded far away and I glanced over to see she’d rolled on her side, giving me her back. “I was obsessed with you after we broke up.” I knew that word, obsession, had a negative connotation but there was no other word to accurately describe it. “I thought about you all the time. I was dying to call you, text you, email you. Something. Anything. Just to make contact with you.”

Those days were dark and lonely. Football and my teammates were the only things that got me through. Even my family didn’t know how bad off I was. I couldn’t tell my mother. She was a single parent, doing the best she could to scrape together enough money to send my kid brother to college. She didn’t need to hear that her oldest son was losing his grip.

“Why didn’t you?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder. “I just assumed you didn’t care.”

“I’m a selfish sonofabitch. I knew if I reached out to you it’d be all over. I’d beg you to come back to me.” Like a pussy-whipped punk. And for her that’s what I would have been. “I’d break down and tell you the truth. That I couldn’t live without you.”

She rolled onto her back with a heavy sigh. “You don’t know how much I want to believe you.”

I didn’t expect it to be easy. Olivia had always made me work for it. It took me three months to get a date with her. Two dates to hold her hand. Three dates to get a first kiss. Three months to take her virginity. And four months to hear those three sweet words that fueled all my dreams from that point forward. And it was worth every second of it.

“I know it’s not easy,” I said, rolling onto my side as I leaned in to kiss her shoulder. “We don’t even know each other anymore.” It was hard to believe I was saying that, lying in bed, naked, with the woman I’d never stopped loving. I felt like I still knew her intimately.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” she said, smoothing the cotton sheet over her breasts.

I pretended to consider it before I said, “I love classic rock.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know that.”

“And my favorite breakfast is pancakes with strawberries and whip cream.”

She looked adorably annoyed when she said, “Again, I know that.”

“Hmm.” I bit my lip. “My favorite color is black, which I know you’ll say isn’t really a color.” I glanced at her torn underwear lying on the floor. “Yet you wore it for me tonight.”

“I did not wear it for you!” she said, sounding indignant. “I happen to like black. It’s a good color on me.”

“It sure as hell is,” I said, leaning over to kiss the swell of her full breasts. She was hiding them beneath the soft cotton sheet now, but I hadn’t forgotten how sensitive they were or how good they felt in my palm or tasted on my tongue.

“What am I going to do with you?” she asked, inhaling.

“I’ve got a few ideas,” I said, slipping my hand beneath the sheet. “I’ve got plans for you too.”

She gasped as I nudged her legs apart with my hand. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah.” I ran a finger through her slick slit, smiling with satisfaction when she arched into my hand. “Let me make you come again.” Like there was ever any doubt I would. When we were together she would sometimes complain sex with me hurt a little in the beginning, so I wanted to make sure she was ready before I entered her. I wanted tonight to be about her pleasure. No pain.

“Okay.” She sunk her teeth into her lower lip as she pushed the sheet aside, exposing herself. She looked drunk, but I knew the alcohol had worn off a long time ago. This was pure lust.

My pace was quick, my objective obvious. Get her off fast and hard. Make her ready to take me.

“Feels incredible,” she said, her breath short.

Her breasts were bouncing with my hands’ jerking movement as I thrust two fingers in and out of her in a maddening rhythm. I pretended to be in control, but I was so far past the point of no return it wasn’t funny. If she bailed on me now I’d get down on my knees and beg, if that’s what it took. This woman owned me. She just didn’t know it yet.

“Come for me, baby. Coat my fingers.” I lowered my head and rolled my tongue around her nipple, circling it before drawing it into my mouth.

“Oh, that’s....” She lifted her hips, closing her thighs tight around my hand. “Landon. I…”

I didn’t let up. I kept fingering her hard and fast. I didn’t want to give her a chance to stop and think. I just wanted her to jump on top of me and start riding until she got off again.

“Straddle me, baby.” My mouth moved from her gorgeous tits to her neck as my fingers slowed. “I know how much you love to ride me.”

She growled as she braced her hands on my chest and climbed on top. “I do love this,” she said, licking her lips. “God, I’m still throbbing. I swear I could come again just looking at you.” She curled her hands around my bulging biceps. “So damn sexy. You make other men look like boys, you know that.”

I got paid nine million dollars a year to dominate other men on the football field. I didn’t need anyone to tell me I was stronger, more powerful than most men, but it sure as hell felt good to hear those words from her sweet lips.

“Condom?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I’d give up my Ferrari to go bareback with her again, like we had before, when she’d been on the pill and we’d been naïve enough to believe that was enough. “In the drawer.”

“You were pretty confident, weren’t you?” She leaned over me and I pushed her tits together, licking both of her nipples in tandem. “If it weren’t me, would it have been someone else?” She threw her head back while I continued tasting her. “If I’d rejected you, would you have punished me by bringing some other bitch up to your room tonight and doing this to her?”

“Are you serious?” I asked, grabbing the condom and rolling it on. “You think I get this hard for anyone else?” My dick was standing at attention, begging for some much needed Olivia love. He remembered how good it felt and so did I.

When she didn’t answer I grabbed her hips and watched her slowly lower herself on my engorged shaft. She fit like a velvet glove and stretching her hurt so good. I held my breath as she remained still, her eyes closed as she got used to my size. I was willing to bet she hadn’t been with many guys my size. I wasn’t being an arrogant ass. Facts were facts. Pro ballers were bigger than the average Joe.

“Feel good?” I asked, afraid I was hurting her.

“It’s been a while for me,” she admitted, looking heartbreakingly vulnerable. “I just need a minute.”

“Take all the time you need, baby,” I whispered huskily, relishing that bit of intel. I loved that sex still meant something to her and she still didn’t take random guys to bed just to scratch an itch. It meant that tonight mattered to her. I still mattered to her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

When she finally started moving, her pace was so agonizingly slow and sensual, I couldn’t resist the urge to rub her clit with the pad of my thumb.

“My God,” she said, throwing her head back as she did an impressive backbend, exposing herself to me. “Is your goal tonight to wring as many orgasms as you can from me? To get me so addicted to you that I can’t let you go?”

“Sounds like a plan, doesn’t it?” That’s what I wanted. To be her substance of choice. The bad habit she couldn’t break until she didn’t want to anymore.

I watched my shaft disappear inside of her as she rose higher, lowering herself slowly, all the while absorbing the shock waves of friction as I circled her clit. “You’re so wet for me.”

“So. Turned. On.”

Her voice was broken, her breath fragmented, but that was nothing compared to the wild look in her eyes. She’d never looked sexier and I’d never wanted her more. One thing was for sure. This woman was mine. Rings on our fingers. Sharing a last name. Baby in her belly. Mine.