KING: Las Vegas Bad Boys(45)

And maybe Landon is just scared.

And so I let my hands run around his back, resting on his firm ass. Then I take his cock in my hand, pressing the tip of it in my mouth, tasting him. He moans as I take him deep, holding his balls in my hand, softly rubbing the base of his shaft. I press my lips tight around his hardness.

His hands rest on my head, running through my wet hair, as water pours over my back.

“Girl, you are everything.”

And I suck harder, wanting him to feel good. Wanting him to feel enough. Wanting him to feel the way he has allowed me to feel over and over again. Wanted. Desired. His.

I stop sucking when I think of that word.

His.

It’s dangerous to think like this.

Does he even see me that way? Why do I fight the things I want? What if I was the woman for him?

“You okay, baby?” he asks. I take his cock from my mouth, kissing away the milky early-release from his tip.

“I’m okay,” I lie. Or is it the truth? I like being here, on my knees before him, but I don’t like not knowing what is real and what is fake. “Are you okay?”

“You know the fucking answer to that.” He grins down at me, and I grin too.

I make things so messy in my head, so difficult, and I think that’s the Mom in me. I need order, control. I want things to make sense, because I can’t just go with the flow when I have Sophia to think about.

But being here with Landon–the poster child for living in the moment and not thinking anything through and growing up so privileged that a hundred thousand dollars is just disposable cash–it’s like the universe is giving me a gift.

A gift of letting it all go for a little bit. Of just letting myself enjoy this time with Landon for what it is, a free vacation with a gorgeous man.

I stand and reach for Landon’s hand, pressing his fingers between my legs. His other hand massages my breasts, and he kisses me greedily.

The pressure in my pussy feels so good and my toes curl in excitement.

“Fuck me, Landon,” I whisper in his ear. I lift my leg onto a bench in the shower, giving him room to press another finger into my opening. His fingers run back and forth along my narrow slit and then he begins to circle his thumb against me.

“Baby, it feels so good,” I moan, grabbing hold of his neck. “But I want your cock in me. Now.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He spins me around and I lean against the shower wall as he expertly leads his cock into my pussy from behind. Once his thickness is inside me, my pussy begins pulsing against his cock in pleasure.

He thrusts into me, gripping my waist as he goes in harder. I’m moaning loudly now, and I can’t help it. His cock courses shock waves of pleasure through me.

“Claire, oh yeah,” he says, as we both orgasm, my body dissolving into the wall as he thrusts one final time. He leans against me, the hot water still running over us, my legs jelly, and his heart beating fast against my back.

He kisses my neck, and I close my eyes, my forehead against the shower wall.

I don’t want to move. I want to stay here, knowing I’m not in the shallow end with Landon any longer. We’ve passed that ... somewhere between Vegas and England and the truth of Sophia and the vulnerability he has shown me.

But knowing what comes next is the murky middle, where the water gets deep and where he might not want to tread. Or worse, he may want to dive in headfirst.

And the truth is, I’m scared to learn to swim ... because in all my life, I’ve never left the shore.





Landon


“The family meeting will be held tomorrow afternoon,” Dad says over dinner.

We’ve dressed for dinner, per their request, and are sitting around the table as a family.

“We’re all here, why don’t we just have it now,” Geoffrey says sourly.

“Because I want to enjoy this evening business-free,” Mum says. “Let’s talk about something else. Something light.”

Fiona smiles, picking up her fork. “Well, Geoffrey has asked me to marry him.”

“Wow,” Claire says, not hiding her shock. “Really?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” Fiona asks.

Mum and Dad exchange a look of confusion before Dad stands and claps.

“Unexpected, Fiona, but not hard to believe, “Dad says. “You and Geoffrey have been dating for a decade. It’s about time you two tied the knot.”

“Congrats, bro,” I say, raising my wine glass to him. “Brandon,” I call to the butler standing by. “We need champagne.”

“When did this happen?” Mum asks.

“We’ve been talking about it for awhile,” Geoffrey says, looking down at his plate.

“Fiona tie your balls in a knot after she heard I beat you to the punch?” I laugh, loving the fact that I’ve one-upped him in something. Which would be the first something in our entire lives.