King:Las Vegas Bad Boys(23)

I kiss his mouth, hard. The warm water covers my back, drawing us closer together as our slick bodies melt into one another.

"Don't even with me," he says, smoothing back my wet hair. "I called you  a bird before, but the truth is they don't have the right wings. You  are an angel. Something divine. Something from heaven."

"You believe in God?"

"I believe in love."

"Don't," I say not wanting to get to the L-word territory. It will  complicate things at a whole new level. "Don't. Let's just ... be." And I  kiss him again, not wanting anything more to be said, words that aren't  true, because they can't be. We've known one another intimately for a  few weeks, since the night of Emmy and Ace's wedding.







It can't be love.

I feel his hardness press against me, and it ignites my desire to be close to him, to be covered by him. To escape with him.

And in that moment, as I drop to my knees in the shower, I understand  why someone might lead a shallow life. I can see the appeal. Because  going to the deep end of the water, where things can sink to the bottom,  is terrifying. The shallow end lets us breathe when we might otherwise  drown.

It's not somewhere you can stay forever, because eventually you have to  learn to swim ... but learning to swim without anyone helping is  frightening.

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.

"It's everything I've ever wanted," Mum says, misty-eyed once again.  "Both my boys, settled down and happy. The timing couldn't be better."

"Why's that?" I ask.

Geoffrey smirks and takes the champagne Brandon offers him.

"There's a lot you don't know, brother."

"Try me," I say, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. There is little I hate more than being on the outside.

"Not now, boys," Dad says. "Let's toast the happy couple." He raises his flute of champagne and we all follow suit. "To love."

"To love," we all repeat, clinking glasses.

Claire catches my eye, and she gives the slightest of nods, as if  warning me to not press any further. She's right, of course; I need to  keep my cool. The last thing I need to do is start ruffling feathers and  pissing on everything and losing what I want.

Which is to take this company. Have a legitimate job that will impress Claire. Confess my love. Actually marry her.

I want all of that and I won't get any of it if I start acting like a prick.

"So when is the wedding?" I ask, wanting to watch Geoffrey squirm about something not business related.

Claire rolls her eyes discreetly and I know even that line of  questioning is cutting it close. She looks so delicious in her cream  dress, cut tight around her narrow body, her long legs in those high  heels. I want to strip her out of all of it later. And I will.

"Soon," Fiona says. "Very soon."

"That's lovely. A spring wedding, then?" Mum asks.

"Sooner, even," Fiona says. "I've waited long enough. I want to get married as soon as possible."

"Oh, how grand. A winter wedding would be lovely. Does your mother know, Fiona?" Mum asks. "And let's see the ring."

"We don't have the ring yet, and haven't said anything to her family,"  Geoffrey says. "Because we weren't going to mention the engagement yet,  considering everything else going on, but...." He gives Fiona a smirk  before adding dryly, "Apparently the excitement overwhelmed us."

"Oh shush, Geoffrey," Fiona says, swatting him. "It's only what I've wanted for five years."

After dinner, Mum and Dad excuse themselves, stating that they are  exhausted, leaving Fiona, Geoffrey, Claire, and me to sit awkwardly  around the table.

Claire has been putting up with Fiona relatively well all evening, but her patience seems to be wearing thin.

When Fiona tells Claire that her and Geoffrey's marriage will last  forever, since they know one another so well, it is Claire's last straw.

Claire smiles tightly and says, "So, Fiona, if you've been dating so  long and are so perfect for one another, what made you decide to go  ahead and get engaged now, of all times?" Claire seems to realize her  words have caused the happy couple to pause in discomfort, but I smile,  realizing it was intentional.

"Well, because we're in love, and so happy." Fiona plasters on a smile  that's a bit manic, looking at Geoffrey to help. When he doesn't, she  adds, "You know, we've been talking for so long and then you both show  up here, all ... smug. It's quite obnoxious, actually. Don't think we  all didn't hear you having sex last night. We heard."