Drunk Dial(37)

Relieved, I sighed. “You’re right.”

That night, I slept alone in Landon’s bed again, wishing he were lying next to me. Despite how close we’d come, it seemed he’d made a conscious decision not to have sex with me during this trip. As much as I didn’t fully understand why, I needed to respect his decision and trust that it was in my best interest.

My breasts were still tingling from arousal, longing to be sucked again. I practically could still feel the wetness of his mouth on them. The physical need mixed with my apprehension about leaving California was slowly killing me.

Needing release, I slid my hand between my legs and began to massage my clit with my index and middle finger. Gripping Landon’s sheets with the opposite hand, I bucked my hips to keep up with the movement of my fingers.

An intense orgasm rolled through me within a few minutes.

Down the hall, I could hear the shower turn on and laughed to myself, wondering if he was about to partake in the same thing I just did.





DETOUR





The intensity of the previous night had been replaced by the sunshine of a brand new day in southern California.

Landon thought it would be cool if we both worked the lunch truck for a bit that afternoon. He knew how much I’d wanted to see him in action, and even though he wasn’t supposed to technically be working, he was eager to show me what his typical workday was like.

Venice was really interesting. Blended into the beautiful beach were guys hawking their CDs and a few medical centers for pot prescriptions. It was the perfect place to people watch.

We’d stopped by the skate park on the way to the truck so that Landon could show me where he spent a good majority of his down time.

We finally arrived at Landon’s Lunch Box, which was parked at the beach. Melanie was on shift when we got there. She was a cute, petite brunette with short hair and an athletic body. Jealousy immediately started creeping in. I’d always wondered what she looked like and was secretly hoping she was unattractive, considering she was spending every single day with him.

Landon introduced us. “Mel, this is Rana.”

“No way!” Her eyes lit up. “It’s you. Rana’s Feta Sandwich!”

It felt odd to be referred to as food. “Hi.” I grinned.

“You know…people loved that one. We’d always run out.”

“What exactly did it have in it?” I asked.

“Feta, shredded lettuce, calamata olives, red onions, and Greek dressing in a pita pocket.”

“Tomatoes,” Landon added, not missing a beat.

“Ah!” She snapped her fingers. “Tomatoes!”

“Mel, why don’t you take the afternoon off. I’ll work the rest of the day and close up. Rana’s gonna be my helper.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool, man. You’re not gonna hear me complain about that.”

Melanie took off her smock and quickly washed her hands.

“Rana, it was really rad meeting you,” she said before bolting out of the truck.

After watching her disappear toward the water, I turned to Landon. “She seems really nice. How did you meet her?”

“I met her at the skating park, actually. She’s an awesome skateboarder—unlike me apparently who nearly cracked my head open.”

I couldn’t help myself. “She’s cute, too.”

Landon seemed to know where my mind was. He just smiled at me for a bit before saying, “She’s gay.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Thank God.

One less thing to worry about.

“You never told me that in all the times you’ve mentioned her.”

“Well, your jealousy is kind of cute, so I neglected to mention it. Figured it might get you out here to California faster if you felt threatened.” He winked. “But apparently all I had to do was nearly die, and that did the trick.”

“Jerk.”

“Let me tell you a secret, though.”

“Yeah?”

He leaned in and spoke into my ear, “You don’t need to worry about anyone. I haven’t been able to think of anyone but you in ages, and when you leave, it’s only going to get ten times worse.”

The idea of leaving him was making me ill. “Let’s not think about that,” I said as he kissed my neck.

My eyes wandered to the counter by the window. A line was starting to form, signaling the start of the busy lunch hour. He had to get to work.

Rubbing my thumb along his lip, I said, “You’d better go. You have a line.”

That afternoon, I watched as Landon whipped up sandwich after sandwich. It amazed me how he knew all of the ingredients off the top of his head without having to double check anything. There had to have been at least fifty different ingredients for the five featured sandwiches of the day. Landon had told me that he mainly used fresh, local produce direct from farmers whenever he could. He kept the truck impeccably organized and clean. To say I was impressed was an understatement.