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“Landon, oh, my God,” I yell as his thumb grazes over my clit, setting my whole body on fire. “That feels… it’s too much.”

He doesn’t stop, though. He knows that I really want it. He traces the most wonderful feeling patterns all over my clit. At some point, I wonder if he’s writing words, communicating a message, but I’m spinning too rapidly, sinking deeper into the pleasure. I don’t stand a chance of understanding anything right now. All I can really do is lean fully against the coldness of the wall, rest my cheek upon it, and hope that I don’t fall before I can really explore every moment of this delicious sensation.

“No, oh, my God, what are you doing to me!” I cry out as his hand whips away. I was slowly climbing toward the peak of the mountain then. I could feel the pleasure beginning to build within me. The last thing I wanted to do was lose it, but he’s stolen it away. He’s taken my moment of glory from me and I could scream in frustration. “Landon, you drive me crazy.”

“That’s the idea.” He chuckles as he bends down to strip the air from my lungs once more with an intense kiss. To be fair to him, his lips also drag away any will to fight. I was just about to attack him with frustration, but not anymore. “I love it when you’re all wound up and needy for me. It turns me on so much. You’re hot as hell when you’re frustrated.”

Well, that I can’t argue with. But I can do the same thing to him, so with trembling fingers, I just about manage to get his trousers parted and I dive my hand inside. I have to admit that I do feel a power surging through me as I take his thick, throbbing erection between my fingers and watch his face immediately change. He becomes glazed over and dark with desire. He’s barely himself anymore. He’s just a man lit up with pleasure, and the tingling at my core thrills me, drives me crazy.

“Don’t tease me,” he growls as if he hasn’t just done the same thing to me. He knows I’m going to take this moment of glory for my revenge no matter how much he begs me otherwise. “You have no idea how badly I want you right now.”

“Oh, I do,” I assure him in between nibbling on his neck. “But that makes no difference to me. I’ll do what I want.”

I drop to my knees for a moment and take him into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, stroking my tongue around him in the way that I just know he loves. I taste every inch of him, loving the way that his salty, masculine taste floods my lips. I could spend all day tasting him, especially knowing that he loves me. I think I always knew it anyway, but this is on another level. Having him say those words to me turns me on more than anything else.

“Fuck, Heather.” His hands knot up in my hair as my throat opens wider for him, as I learn to take even more of him inside. I want to get down to his base, to drive him even crazier because right now, I need my man insane. “I need to fuck you.”

Hmm, I don’t want to take him out my mouth. I love the feel of his cock grazing over my lips, but my core is aching for him to fuck me. Unfortunately, the need to have him deep inside me wins out, so I slip him out of my mouth, instantly missing him,and rise to my feet. I soon notice the cheeky grin playing on Landon’s mouth and I have a feeling that I’m not going to get what I want right away. He’s playing games with my body, and right now, Landon Ross is winning.

“Here, take a seat.”

I slide back onto the patio furniture with my eyes fixed upon him the whole time. He keeps his eyes, with a deep desire in his gaze, fixed on mine the whole time as he hitches up my skirt and tugs my panties off using his teeth. As he kisses up my thighs, he murmurs about how much he needs to taste me too. It’s challenging for me to focus on any particular word because he has my head soaring into space. I can practically feel him edging toward me, and it feels good.

I cry out his name over and over as his lips finally connect with me, as his tongue circles me where his fingers were only moments before. The fire deep inside my body is flaming more intensely now. I’m speeding along the tracks, heading to the station. I don’t think that he can stop me now, no matter what he does. Landon stands no chance of teasing me this time.

“Holy fuck!” By the time I crash over the edge and into the endless abyss of pleasure, it feels like the orgasm has been coming on forever. It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment for far too long. But the wait has intensified everything. It’s made the pleasure that much more explosive, fulfilling, and shocking too. My body can hardly stand the pressure of it.

As I spin into pleasure and fall with Landon at my core, flickering his tongue all over me, all I can think about is how much I love him, how deeply I feel for him. Reconnecting with my childhood sweetheart has brought me back out of my shell once more and transformed me into the woman I’ve alwayswanted to be. The future I feel with him is full of happiness and pleasure, full of everything I’ve ever wanted. Landon is my whole entire world…

Landon doesn’t give me long to stew in the post-orgasmic bliss. He’s on his feet in seconds, kissing me with all the passion I’m feeling too. He wants me just as badly as I need him. He might have sated me once, but honestly, one orgasm isn’t enough when it comes to us. I always need him more. He makes me so greedy, so needy for more.

“I need to fuck you now,” he gasps as he angles himself inside me. “I need you so badly it hurts.”

I spread my legs further, angle my ass off the chair further, and let him do whatever he needs to me because I just know that it will feel phenomenal. It always does. Every thrust is more intense than the last one, especially since he’s grazing over my clit with every single one. The parts of my body that he already has in flames are even more fiery now. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to keep myself in check. I barely have enough control over myself to keep holding onto this chair, never mind anything else. Staring into Landon’s beautiful eyes and hearing him tell me how much he loves me over and over again while the pleasure grips him too only makes everything better. It builds our connection deeper and more powerful.

The next time I tumble over the edge into pleasure, Landon does so with me. We come together, hard and fast. We lose ourselves in one another’s arms which makes my heart heat up with love, with passion.

“Oh, God, Heather Buchan, you really are incredible,” Landon says as he scoops me up into his arms to carry me back into the safehouse for our very last night together before we have tomove on to something very new and very exciting. “No wonder I’ve never been able to stop being in love with you. You know what else? I’m getting a matching tattoo with your initials too. I love that on your leg and I want one too.”

“On your perfectly clean, unblemished skin?” I joke. “I can’t believe that.”

He kisses me once more. “Oh, I will. Just you wait and see.H.B.will be on me soon.”

28

LANDON

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” I feel bad leaving her at her father’s doorstep knowing that she’s going to face a man who terrifies her alone, but we’ve talked and agreed that it’s better for us both to do this alone. I’ll only aggravate her father more, and she can’t come to the jail with me to see my mother, so this is how we’re going to do it. I just wish I felt better.

“I’ll be fine.” She sucks in a couple of deep and terrified breaths before she nods. “Yes, I’ll be fine. I know that everything you said is right. Idoneed to at least try and speak to Dad before we move on with our lives. We need this closure.”

She leans across and kisses me softly on my lips before she slides out of the car. I can see that Heather is attempting to carry confidence with her as she goes, but the nerves are there. I can see her anxiety in every step, but she’s brave enough to keep on going. She doesn’t let the fear stop her, which I find very impressive. I’m in awe of Heather. She’s wonderful.

Her fatherhasto forgive her for everything. He has to understand. I get why he might not. The story about his wife isdreadful and I can’t even imagine how he’s coped with it. But this is Heather. She needs and deserves his love.

“She’s going to be okay,” I tell myself. “Shewillbe. I know that her father will want to see her before she leaves. To make things right.” I'd better be right about that because I’m the one who convinced her to do this. “This will begood.”

I remain where I am, just a little bit out of sight, to see Heather go in. I need to at least check that she isn’t immediately turned away or that a fight doesn’t erupt, because then I might have to intervene even if Idomake it worse. But surprisingly, her father hugs her when he sees her. I can’t hear what’s being said between them, but it doesn’t matter. I can see that it’s going okay. As soon as she heads inside the house, I know that I have to stop being worried about her and focus on my own issues instead. It isn’t going to be easy facing my mother. I’m sure it’s going to de dramatic as all hell, but it’ll be fine.

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