Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
“Spread your legs,” he commands. “Let me in.”
I spread my legs wider, scooting closer until our pelvises are as close to touching as they can be without him being inside me. And then he is inside me, and I arch my back, surprised at the sensation of him sliding deep.
There’s no getting away from him like this.
He has one arm locked around my waist, the other squeezing my tit under my shirt as he thrusts into me. I was wrong about him being close when I came, because he holds me and makes me take his cock like this for so long, I can feel the tension building again.
“Landon,” I cry helplessly, shamelessly grinding against his cock as he fucks me.
He squeezes my nipple and I cry out, throwing my hand over my own mouth to muffle the sound. Head thrown back, I keep my eyes squeezed shut and my hand sealed over my mouth, dizzy with desire as he gives me his cock again and again. The friction is so delicious, and combined with the possessive way he handles me…
“Let go,” he commands, squeezing my tit until it’s almost painful.
And then I do. My cries are held back by my hand, but the whimpers sneak out of my throat as I come again, my pussy convulsing around his cock. He drives his hips up and goes deep a few more times, then warmth fills my pussy as he shoots his cum deep inside me.
Panting and weak, I fall forward and melt against him with my head on his shoulder. His arms always feel strong, even when I feel weakest, and he locks them around me now to keep me close.
Today was rocky and scary, and I wasn’t even sure I ever wanted to see him again.
But now, I’m back to never wanting him to let go.
Chapter Forty-Two
Landon
“I need a favor.”
Hannah closes her locker and turns to regard me skeptically, a couple of books hugged close to her chest. “From me?”
I nod, checking the hall around us first to make sure no one who matters is looking. Then I grab two fifties out of my pocket and pass her the cash.
She frowns, looking down at the folded up money in her hand, then back up at me questioningly.
“You know those muffins you make that Parker likes?”
“Pumpkin, banana nut, chocolate chip…? You’ll have to be more specific. I make more than one type of muffin, and Parker likes all of them.”
Annoyed, I glance around again before looking back at her. “The ones she brought me in middle school.”
She only brought me muffins once in middle school, so that’s all the information she seems to need. “Ah. My famous banana nut muffins.” Stepping away from her locker and starting down the hall, she asks, “What about them?”
“I need you to make her some.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know how to bake,” I say sarcastically.
Hannah smiles faintly. “I’d offer to show you, but I’m not even sure I’m supposed to be talking to you after yesterday.”
“We kissed and made up. A couple of times,” I assure her.
She wrinkles her nose up at my crude implication. “Then why do you need my services?”
“I still have an octopus to win over,” I say dryly.
Hannah blinks.
“Can you do it or not?” I ask her.
She nods. “I can. When do you need them?”
“Can you get them done tonight?”
“For $150 I can,” she says sweetly. When I look at her with a cocked eyebrow, she raises hers. “What? It’s a rush order. You have to pay rush order prices.”
“I don’t have any more cash on me, but I can bring the rest when I pick them up.”
“Okay,” she says pleasantly. “I’ll stop for the groceries I need after school.” She takes her phone out of her purse and holds it out for me. “I don’t have your phone number. You should probably put it in here so I can text you when they’re ready.”
I eye the phone, then say, “Why don’t you just DM me.”
Sighing, she says, “Always in the DMs.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Chapter Forty-Three
Parker
“Do you want some help?” I ask Antonia as I stride into the kitchen to grab a cold bottle of water.
She’s standing at the counter prepping dinner, but she smiles when she looks at me over her shoulder. “No, I have everything under control. You go enjoy your weekend.”
I head back to the couch, but I don’t know what to do. I’d watch my house flipping show, but Landon isn’t here, and since we’ve been watching it together, it wouldn’t feel right to watch it without him.
I guess I could start on my homework.
My brain objects, and since what I really want to do is let myself relax, I pull out my phone to text Landon and see when he’s expecting to be back.
My heart stalls when I’m greeted by a notification before I can even open my texts. A new text from Javi.