Page 30 of Five Days

Landon hesitated like a deer in headlights rather than jumping at the chance to be in my arms again like I’d expected.

“Go ahead,” Callum insisted, seeming to settle a bit. “You’re safe here.”

I didn’t get what was going on with that statement either, but whatever. I was itching to get my dick inside someone, and Landon was a sure thing.

“Come on.” I grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet, my body vibrating with the need to get the evening moving along in a more pleasurable way than wining and dining.

Our hands slotted together as they’d done dozens of times when we’d been kids, and something shifted inside me, same as it had earlier when we’d shook on our temporary truce before breakfast. I squeezed his fingers a little tighter as we stepped onto the dance floor to join the other couples already swaying to the soft island music. Anticipation prickled my skin, making me feel like a live wire.

I wrapped my hand around Landon’s waist and drew him in until our fronts plastered together.

His breath caught, and he stared at me, pink, plump lips slightly parted and tempting as fuck, the same they’d been that night he’d betrayed me. Even though the reminder of that event still knifed anger through me, I couldn’t deny how perfectly he felt in my arms.

“Okay?” I murmured, my dick aching.

Swallowing hard, he glanced around before nodding.

“Remember when you taught me how to slow dance for that eighth grade event beneath the stars I had?” I heard myself ask as the memory popped into my mind.

“Y-yeah,” Landon breathed, quiet laughter following his answer. “Those ballroom classes Mother made me take as a kid paid off.”

I grinned, seeing us spinning around the living room in vivid color. He’d been flushed and laughing while I’d tripped over my two left feet.

I’d never asked a girl to dance that night, but I never told Landon. I let him believe he’d helped me out—and he had, but I never put those lessons to use until years later. Countless times, I’d had to dance at events as an escort, and were it not for Landon’s tutoring, I’d have been an embarrassment to my clients.

“I’ve learned better moves since,” I teased, my blood going hot at the thought of how I’d rather dance with Landon.

He arched a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Mmm.” I tucked my thigh between his legs, fitting us together like puzzle pieces, same as I’d done to Callum the night before.

Landon shuddered, gulping at our proximity and my hard dick against his hip. “Jesus, Zack.” He bit his lower lip and melted into me, trusting me with his body when that was the last thing he ought to do. I would take—and take some more—and leave behind wreckage exactly as he deserved. A mess of emotion I expected Callum would be too happy to glue together again.

What the fuck ever. I didn’t care.

I led him in a dance that mimicked a slow, sensual fuck, both of my hands clasped on his ass to keep his groin against mine. The sweet scent of his shampoo teased my nose, and I lusted to latch onto his neck and mark him the fuck up right there for the world to see.

I hated how easy it was to drown in his amber eyes, to lose myself in the press of his body against mine, the draw of his magnetism that threatened to suck my soul back into a place I couldn’t allow.

His hands clasped tight to my shirt, desperation etched in his face. “Kind of feels like a dream—I’m afraid I’m going to wake up.”

I refused to acknowledge the same whispering in my head.

“Need me to pinch you to prove you’re really here in my arms?” I joked, hoping to lighten my heavy, battling thoughts.

A gorgeous flush rose over his cheekbones, the sight causing my cock to buck in my shorts. And how he stared at me, hunger and sexual energy radiating between us, only made my body crave him even more.

We needed to get this party started one way or another before I busted a nut just from holding this stick of dynamite in my arms. Landon was dangerous. I would be smart to include a third wheel, a hot as fuck sexy man I hoped to get my hands on sooner than later.

“What’s the deal with you and Callum?” I asked against Landon’s ear, and he shivered. “You ever fuck?”

Landon shook his head. “No.”

I shifted us in profile to Callum, glancing his way.

He watched us with an unwavering stare filled with yearning and not an ounce of jealousy. Either the man didn’t really love Landon or he didn’t mind sharing. That definitely boded well for the next few days. At least for me, anyway. A threesome would be safer for my heart behind its fragile shield, but I wasn’t so sure for Callum.

“You want to fuck him though, don’t you?” I asked Landon, turning to face him once more.

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