Landon & Shay: Part Two (L&S Duet #2)(9)

Burying my face against her chest again, I sucked on each nipple like they were my main source of sustenance. She moaned as my tongue flicked against her, and her figure eights kept going, making my cock want to burst out of my boxer briefs.

As I continued to worship her perfect tits, I groaned as she slowed her movements, up and down, up and down, up and…

“I want you so bad right now,” I growled, gently biting her nipple as she moaned in pleasure.

“I want you, too,” she whispered, moving her mouth to my ear and nibbling on it.

“Let me make love to you.” I sighed, feeling the throbbing of my cock as she kept up with her slow movements. Note to self: Thank Raine for whatever toy she bought for Shay. Also note to self: Never think of Raine’s nonna knowing anything about the figure eight.

“I want to make love to you,” she replied, placing a finger beneath my chin and tilting my head up to lock eyes with me. Her mouth brushed against mine, and she sucked on my bottom lip. “I want to ride you, Landon. I want to be on top, if that’s okay with you.”

Abso-fucking-lutely.

We removed our underwear and I lay back down. I grabbed a condom from my wallet and rolled it on. She raced her fingers up and down my chest before she rubbed her core against my hardness.

“Fuck, Shay,” I groaned, feeling her wetness against me, feeling my want building more and more as she pressed her core to my cock. “That feels so good.”

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and paused before sliding it into her body. “Wait—

do you want me to turn the light off? I know you’re more comfortable with—”

“No.” I cupped her tits in my hands and shook my head. I wanted to see all of her on top of me. I wanted to watch her ride me, take me in, own me. I wanted to see those breasts bounce up and down. I wanted to see every inch of her, every curve. I wanted all of this. I wanted to experience every second of us making love. “Fuck me with the lights on.”

She did exactly that. I slid into her wetness, she dug her nails into my shoulder blades as her perfect tits bounced in my face, and she fucked me with the lights on.

Never in my life had I known sex could feel so good. Never in my life had I known my heart could beat so hard for another. Never in my life had I thought love would find its way to me. Having sex with Shay Gable wasn’t just amazing, it was a damn privilege, and I hoped like hell I’d be able to make love to her for the rest of forever.

Once we both finished, her multiple times, we lay in the bed, breathless, our bodies entangled as one. I brushed her hair from her face, and she snuggled deeper into my side.

“Every moment with you feels like my new favorite memory,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip.

“I don’t know how I’m going to do it tomorrow. I don’t know how I’m going to get on a plane and say goodbye to you again.”

“Never goodbye, only good night.” She kissed my lips. “I know this might not be the most traditional way of having a relationship, but I’m okay with this, Landon. I want you to really know that. This,” she said, placing a hand over my heart, “us,”—she placed my hand against her chest—“this is us, and I love it. I love our twisted love story.”

“Me too,” I swore. “The second I board that plane, I’m going to be daydreaming about the moment I’m able to come back to you.”

She leaned in and kissed my lips. “I have something for you,” she said, standing up from the bed. She hurried over to her purse and pulled out a small box.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she opened it, revealing a heart-shaped necklace. It wasn’t like a cartoon heart, but a real fucking heart—well, half of a heart. “It came with two necklaces. I have one half, and you’ll have the other. That way, we’ll always have a piece of each other’s heart wherever we go in life.” She shyly smiled and shook her head. “I know it’s kind of corny, so if you hate it, that’s fine.”

“Hate it?” I remarked. “Never. I love it. Will you put it around my neck?”

She did as I said, and it shocked me how my love for that girl could keep growing every single second.

“One day, I’m going to come back to you, and we’re going to live happily ever after, Shay.”

She placed her forehead against mine. “Promise?” she asked, sounding hopeful and scared all at the same time.

I kissed her lips and held her close.

“Promise.”





There were so many things to love about Shay, but my favorites were the small things, the little traits that most people overlooked, like the fact that she always cracked the windows of her car, even if it was twenty degrees outside. Or how when she drove, she’d crank the music up and sing so loudly and painfully bad but look so damn adorable doing it. The fact that she never knew any of the right lyrics to her favorite songs. Or how she still chewed on her collar when she was nervous. The fact that she loved animals and couldn’t walk past a dog without wanting to pet it. Or how when she was happy, she’d always state the fact out loud. She’d always say how happy and content she was even though her smile always revealed it, too.

I loved how her desk was always covered in paperwork from her latest projects. I loved how she put a dash of coffee in her cream. I loved how she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the top shelf of her cabinets. I loved how she’d dance around the kitchen whenever she cooked a meal. I loved how no matter how long I’d been gone, how long I’d been broken, she’d still welcome me back with arms wide open.