Page 51 of Landon (In Safe Hands)
“Yes!”They’re both on their feet and digging through their suitcases when Landon andI are escorted to our suite. Ethan’s room is beautiful, but it’s nothingcompared to our suite with a built in hot tub and a balcony overlooking theocean.
Ionly have a second to peek out at the shimmering surface of the ocean as thesun begins to rise before I have to shut the curtains for Landon. The hotel washappy to change the curtains for him when we called, and heavy blackoutcurtains cover the wide plate glass window. He wraps his arms around me. “Well,what do you think?”
“Ilove it!” His chest is firm and warm on my back. I have to keep in mind thereare two teenagers waiting for me because all I want to do is drag him to bed.“Thank you for bringing us.”
“Anytime,sweetheart.”
“Therestaurant, can you…?”
Heshakes his head. “Sorry, windows all around. I’ll order room service. Don’tworry about me. Go take the boys to breakfast.”
“Theycan come up here and eat.”
“Tomorrowmorning if you want. Right now, they’re excited. Get them out and let themexplore. We’ll have our fun later.” Hot lips land on my neck, making it evenharder to leave him.
“Fine,but I’ll be back this afternoon. I’ll need a nap if I’m going to keep you upall night,” I murmur, tilting my head up for a kiss.
“I’llbe here, baby.” He smacks my ass. He really seems to like to do that lately,not that I’m complaining.
Ican feel his eyes on me while I change into my bikini and throw a pair ofshorts and a T-shirt on over it. “Get out of here before I change my mind andfuck you all day,” he warns. I can’t resist shaking my ass a little on my wayout the door, smiling at the sound of his growl. I’ll probably pay for thatlater.
Ethanand Zach are dressed in their swim trunks and tees, practically waiting at thedoor for me to show up. The hotel restaurant is bright and cheerful, and thefood is fantastic. The boys eat like they’ll never have another chance, and Imay go a little overboard on the fresh fruit salad. It’s delicious, but I feelstuffed.
It’sstill early, so there aren’t many beachgoers. The sun is out and thetemperature climbs quickly, prompting me to strip off the t-shirt, and wanderup the edge of the shoreline in my bikini top and shorts. Ethan and Zach wasteno time rushing into the chilly water, but since they’re both strong swimmersand there’s a lifeguard on duty, I’m not worried about watching them tooclosely.
Itfeels a little strange being out here alone, knowing Landon is stuck up in theroom, but I know he wants me to enjoy the day. He even offered to bring Franniealong if I wanted, so I would have someone to hang out with while the sun’s up,but I’m glad I didn’t. I’m enjoying the peace and tranquility of being alone insuch a beautiful place.
Itoccurs to me I haven’t done enough things like this. My every second has beenconsumed with survival. I’ve missed a lot. I really don’t even have any friendsother than Frannie. The girlfriends I had growing up were members of thechurch, and their parents would’ve never let them speak to me after I left,even if they wanted to. Sometimes I wonder about my former best friend, Dayna.
Wespent nearly all our time together from age twelve until I disappeared fromthat world. I never tried to call her or contact her after my parents threw meout. Her parents were just as hateful as mine, and I knew it would only causeproblems for her. I cut ties to everything and everyone other than Ethan,though my parents tried to keep him from talking to me. I’d meet him before orafter school, or when they weren’t home.
Curiositygets the best of me and I sit on the cool sand, letting the waves wash up overmy feet as I look for Dayna on Facebook, careful not to drop my phone in thewater. It’s been about five years since I’ve seen her, and she’s grown up a lotjudging by her profile picture. Her account isn’t private so I scroll throughher posts. I’m surprised at the lack of religious posts, nothing about thelatest activities at church.
Instead,her feed is full of pictures of her and a red headed guy who’s apparently herboyfriend. She looks happy, and I suddenly realize how much I’ve missed her.Maybe it’s an impulsive move, but I decide to message her.
HiDayna,
Iknow it’s been a long time, but I’ve been thinking about you and wondering howyou’re doing. I should’ve gotten in touch long ago, but I didn’t want to getyou in trouble when I left, and after that, I guess life just got in the way.Anyway, I’d love to hear from you. Take care.
Idoubt she’ll message back, but at least I tried. I don’t plan on getting a jobanytime soon since I have enough to money to cover our monthly expenses fornow, so I can focus more on school, but I also need to get a life.
Lookat Landon, even though he’s limited by XP, he lives his life the best he can,helping kids and having fun with his friends. Even when I realized we had moneyto spare, I never considered doing anything fun with it. The way he justdecided we need a vacation and a day later, we’re on a beach? I wouldn’t evenhave considered doing such a thing. I’m too young to be this boring.
Ethan’slaughter tears me away from my long thoughts. Now isn’t the time to bemoan myshortcomings. It’s time to have fun. I spend an hour or so just lying in thesun, relaxing, until an impromptu volleyball game breaks out just down thebeach from me. “Zo! Come on! We need one more!” Ethan calls, waving at me.
Theday flies by. I join the boys for volleyball, swim in the ocean, and collectshells along the shore. We eat lunch at a nearby sub shop, and buy T-shirtsfrom a souvenir stand. It’s afternoon when we head back to the hotel. The lackof sleep is catching up with us, and there’s no argument from the boys thistime when I suggest a rest.
Theymake plans to visit the arcade across the street this evening and have alreadyfigured out they want to have dinner at a nearby taco place. At leasteverything is walking distance. Now that we know our way around, I have noproblem cutting them loose to spend the evening on their own.
Thesuite is dark when I let myself in and Landon is asleep in the king sized bed.Careful not to disturb him, I grab a towel and my bathroom items and sneak awayto shower off the sand and crud of the day. I adore the smell of sunblock, butit feels grimy after a while. Landon is still sleeping when I return, and I’mnot going to wake him, though I still want to ride him like a stolen bike.Instead, I climb in beside him, naked, and curl up in his strong arms whichwrap around me instantly. Within seconds, I’m asleep.
I’vealways thought the best way to wake up was naturally, with no alarm jerking mefrom sleep or knock at the door making me scramble from bed to dress. Screwnaturally, the best way to wake up is with a warm, wet tongue between yourlegs, and scruff scraping lightly on the inside of your thighs.
“Mmm,now you’re awake,” Landon murmurs, his face still buried.
“OrI’m having the best dream ever.” My hands clamp down on his hair, pulling it ashe brings me to orgasm faster than ever before.
“Icouldn’t stand knowing you were naked under the blanket. I had to touch you.”He grabs my hips and flips me over, tucking a pillow beneath me so my ass issticking up. “But we have to make this quick, because we have a dinnerreservation in less than an hour.”
