Landon & Shay: Part Two (L&S Duet #2)(65)

“So, when do we get started on this little arrangement?”

“There’s no time like the present. I would give you my address, but it appears you already know where I live. So, if you happen to show up there in about thirty minutes, I wouldn’t fight letting you in. Eleanor won’t be home tonight. She’s staying by Greyson’s. Oh!” She held a hand up. “That’s another rule. No sleepovers ever.”

“I’ll race you there,” I joked, shoving my hands into my coat pockets.

“Good, and Landon?”

“Yes?”

“Bring your a-game. I don’t want the whiskey party to be the best sex I’ve ever had. I want better each and every time.”

“Don’t worry, Chick. I’m bringing my a-game, along with some extra credit. There’s so much I want to show you.”

I loved how shy she grew every now and then. She combed her hair behind her ears, and pulled the door shut. “Okay. I’ll see you soon.”

Yes, she’d be seeing me soon, and I’d be tasting every piece of her.

Dr. Smith probably would’ve advised me against having a strictly sexual relationship with Shay. He would’ve brought up all the reasons it would be a mistake down the line, but luckily Dr. Smith didn’t have to know. There was no way I was going to pass up a way of connecting with Shay—even if it was strictly physical.

Maybe down the line, that could change.

Maybe down the line, she’d think about letting me back into her heart and allowing me to stay for a while.





25





Shay





“Jameson Landon Jacobs,” Raine revealed twelve hours after Landon and I left the hospital. Landon and I spent the night together doing anything but sleeping, and he wasn’t kidding about bringing his a-game and extra credit along with him.

Landon rocked my world in every single direction possible, leaving me with sore legs and blushing cheeks.

We’d only left my apartment when we received a text from Hank that Raine had delivered their son. We headed over to the hospital right away to meet the bundle of joy.

Jameson was in the NICU, due to him entering the world early, but he was doing really well. The four of us stood in his closed-off area and stared down at him as if he were the one brought into the world to save humanity. He was perfect in every single way.

They named him Jameson, because Raine’s parents named her after the town she was born in. To keep that tradition going, the two new parents named their son after the liquor he was conceived with. Always keeping it classy.

“Landon?” Landon questioned, raising an eyebrow to our friends.

“Yes. We wanted to name him after his godfather. If you’re interested in that role at least,” Raine said. “If not, let me know because I think I still have time to change his name,” she joked.

Landon smiled and looked down at Jameson. “It would be my honor.”

Hank turned to me and nudged me in the arm. “You best believe that his middle name would’ve been Shay if he was a girl.”

I smiled. “I call dibs on the next little rascal.”

“That will be a long, long time away,” Raine sighed. She looked exhausted, but I assumed that was what happened when you gave birth. I was pretty sure she’d be exhausted for the next eighteen years. “But of course, you are the godmother. You have no say in turning down that role. It’s yours, so deal with it.”

“I wouldn’t turn it down if my life depended on it.”

“Do you want to hold him?” Hank asked Landon.

“Can I?” A big smile fell against Landon’s lips, and I accidentally let a smile slip from my lips just from seeing his.

I couldn’t help it, though. He looked so overwhelmingly happy.

“Of course, here.” Hank lifted his baby up into his arms and placed him into Landon’s. There was something so genuine about the way Landon stared down at Jameson. It was the same way he stared at Karla—as if he were looking at the brightest star in the world.

“You’ll never know a day of loneliness,” Landon whispered, placing his lips against Jameson’s forehead.

In that moment, Jameson opened his crystal blue eyes for the first time since we’d arrived, and it officially became the most beautiful moment in the history of ever.

There was something so wonderful about seeing a large man hold a tiny child in his arms.

The beautiful moment was ruined seconds later when Raine scrunched up her nose and made a face. “Is it just me or does it smell like nasty sex in here?” she questioned. Then, her eyes moved between Landon and me. A small smirk fell against her lips and she looked pleased as my cheeks heated up more and more. “Oh. Never mind.”

I wasn’t certain whose face was redder in that moment—Landon’s or mine.





The next few days were hard for me.

It turned out the crazed coffee girl fiasco hadn’t settled down over the past week, and I was lucky enough to go into the new year with people still tagging me online in their tacky humor.

Yup, that was right. The internet was so good at their stalking skills, they’d found out exactly who I was, and where I lived. That was scarier than one would think. I found coffee beans spread across the porch of my apartment building, along with a slew of iced latte cups. I was sure it was done by immature kids and was supposed to be seen as some kind of joke, but it didn’t make me laugh.