Page 18 of Crusher

I could lie and say I hate this, but the truth is I love it, what he does to my body and how he makes me feel. For once, I want someone else to be in control, even if it’s just for a little while. And if it has to be anyone, I want it to be him.

There, I said it. I want him. I want Landon.

We lie side by side, basking in our post-orgasmic glow until our heavy breathing subsides.

“Fuck, girl.” Landon pulls me tight against his sweat-covered body. His long, thick cock still deep inside me. “I swear one day you’ll be the death of me.”

I chuckle, snuggling into his embrace. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

“I’ll be damned. I finally got a compliment from Sadie Michaels. I should send out a group text.”

“And now you’ve made my vagina mad. You really know how to work fast.”

The bed vibrates with his laughter and I peer over my shoulder to find his eyes on me. He stares with longing, and my fear screams at me to push him away. But I squash it down, deciding not to listen to that anymore, and let myself lean into him. Until the distant sound of the front door closing has me jerking away. And dread hits me hard when I realize that Kyle is home early.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

In full panic mode, I scurry out of bed, searching frantically for my clothes and throwing them on as soon as I find them. Meanwhile, Landon watches the show, propped up on his elbow with his head resting on his fist and the sheets barely covering his glorious form.

“Should I feel ashamed?” he asks teasingly.

I glare at him. “Get dressed.”

“Who is that? Your brother?” He shoots up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and planting his feet firmly on the carpeted floor. “I should go say hi.”

“No,” I say a little too quickly. There is no way I want him meeting my brother looking like this. His unruly hair screams just fucked and the bite mark on his skin is way more visible than I thought it’d be.

“Why not? Might as well get the introductions out of the way, since you’ll be seeing me a lot from now on.”

“Says who?” I raise a pointed brow with my hands firmly planted on my hips. I doubt he’s taking me seriously while I’m standing in the middle of my room wearing only my pajama shorts. I rush to finish dressing, but I feel his gaze on me, watching my every move.

“When are you gonna get it through your head? You belong to me and I’m not going anywhere.” Anger flashes across his face before he quickly schools it.

“And I thought I told you I don’t belong to you.”

Landon’s long legs carry him to me in three steps, and he grips my chin. “Now, you listen to me good, Sadie, before I spank your sweet ass.”

I try to jerk away, but he doesn’t let me.

“Stop. Fighting. Me. I told you I want you and I meant it. And I sure as shit know you want me too. But for some unknown reason, you won’t let us have this.”

“There’s nothing to have,” I lie.

“The fuck there isn’t. Just tell me what you’re afraid of and I’ll make it go away. I won’t give up, Sadie. Not now, not ever. So, if you want me to chase you, then fine. I’ll do it. But it would make things so much easier if you’d just admit how you feel and let yourself have what you want.” He holds my stare and the intensity sears my soul. Then he takes a step forward, his naked body pressing against me. I feel his hard cock nudge at my lower belly and my gaze instantly seeks it out.

Damn, this man is packing.

Crusher glances down at himself, a smirk tipping up the corner of his mouth. “Should we go again? Maybe that last round wasn’t enough to satisfy you.”

I’ll never get enough. But I’m not ready to tell him that. Besides, Kyle is home, and now I have to come up with some excuse that will explain why this man is in my house.

“No, no,” I repeat a little more forcefully while shoving at Landon’s chest. “Clothes on. Now.” I use my best mom voice on him.

“Fine,” he sighs. “But we will continue this later.” He grabs his pants from the floor, pulling them on in one smooth motion. It’s never that easy for me. I’m a curvy girl and have to jump into my jeans to get them on.

Fully dressed, I make my way across the room as Landon tugs on his t-shirt and leather cut. Once he’s clothed, I peek into the hallway and spot Kyle trudging up the stairs with his backpack in hand.

Just before I can close the door, his eyes find mine, and he raises a single brow. “Sis?”

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