Landon & Shay: Part Two (L&S Duet #2)(47)

“Shay,” he growled against my lips.

“Don’t talk,” I ordered as my hands moved to his belt buckle, scrambling to get it undone before I came back to Earth and realized the massive mistake I was partaking in. I’d regret this in the morning when the whiskey faded and reality set in, but in the heat of the moment, feeling him pressed up against my thigh, feeling his throbbing need, wanting to remember what it felt like having him so deep inside me, I gave in.

Whiskey and memories won that night, as I ordered for my once hero turned villain to take me right then and there.

A pool of heat filled my stomach as his hands wrapped around my thong and he ripped it off. His eyes were dilated and his touches were controlled as I slid his pants down to his ankles. He locked eyes with me and waited for a second as his hardness rubbed against my core, almost if asking permission to enter.

I nodded once, and in he came, pushing himself so deep inside me, I almost cried out from the unbelievable pleasure. Landon slid in and out of me repeatedly, bringing me to the edge repeatedly.

“Oh my gosh,” I whispered, laying my head on his shoulder and moaning into him to muffle the sound. “Yes, yes, please, Landon. Harder…please…fuck me like you mean it,” I begged.

“Damn, Shay,” he growled, rocking his hardness in even more. “You can’t say that kind of thing unless you want me to come.”

I looked into his eyes, leaned in, and bit his bottom lip. “I said fuck me like you mean it.”

That was when I saw the flash of madness unleash from him, and he began pounding into me, wild, untamed, and unleashed.

And it felt so good.

So freaking good I couldn’t hold in my orgasm much longer. As I released myself against him, he moaned from me tightening around his cock. “Shay, I’m going to…” His words faltered as his thrusts intensified, pounding more and more, and then he let go, giving me all of him the same way I’d given him myself.

Once we finished, he slid out of me and lowered me to the ground. A chill filled the room, and all the heat that had been there moments ago faded away.

I pulled down my dress and came back to reality.

He parted his lips but no words came out, and that was absolutely perfect.

There wasn’t anything left to say. At least in my mind there wasn’t.

“I should go,” I said, gathering my things and trying to tame the wildness of my hair and my heart.

My heart that I didn’t know still knew how to beat.

My heart that was stupidity beating for him.

Stop it, heart.

Turn back off.

“Wait, we should talk,” he said.

“I think we’ve done enough already.”

I headed toward the door, and he reluctantly followed after me.

As we walked out of the room, the security guy guarding the room looked both Landon and me up and down with a devilish smirk on his face. He proceeded to hold his hand up to Landon with his chest puffed out with pride.

“Hell yeah! I knew you’d nail it down. She’s hot, man,” he exclaimed to Landon, as if Landon had done some kind of good deed for the Dicks Across America movement by getting in my pants.

My chest tightened a bit at the whole interaction. Was that the whole reason he walked into that room with me? To get laid? For an old time bang? To see if his past tasted as good as his present days? Did he mention it to that security guy before entering the room? Was I just a game to him? Did I give him exactly what he came for?

A fury of anger settled in my gut.

Landon didn’t high-five the guy, but he kept following me. “Shay, wait, we should talk,” he called out.

I tried to push back the emotions building up inside me, because I felt like crying, and I wouldn’t cry over something as stupid as sleeping with Landon. Even though during the sex, it felt like the greatest memory of us—of who we used to be. It felt as if we were meant to be together, as if our bodies moved as one and he understood exactly what it took to take me to that next level. It felt like I was his, and he was mine again.

If only for a few moments in time.

But none of that was true. I wasn’t his, and he wasn’t mine. I was just another lay for him.

“I think words aren’t really needed,” I replied, shaking my head. “I hope it was a good lay for you. Way to nail it down,” I mocked.

He reached for my arm and spun me around to face him. He moved in closely, breathing heavily. For a second, I saw pain in his expression. Those beautiful blue eyes that I once loved so much pierced straight into me. “You know it’s not like that.”

“I know nothing about what it’s like with you, Landon. I don’t know you. Let me go.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” I spat his way, my anger and embarrassment building more and more each passing second. “It seemed so easy for you to do before.”

Those words stung him as he dropped my hand and stumbled back a few steps. Good. It was about time he felt a sliver of what he left me feeling all those years before.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he whispered, his voice cracking on the word ‘you.’

“Just because you don’t mean to hurt someone doesn’t erase the fact that you did. Just keep your distance, Landon. You’ve done it for so long. Let’s not break that trend.”