Page 64 of Landon (In Safe Hands)
Landonand I had a long talk about our living arrangements and what we want afterwe’re married. We agree that he’ll move in with me, and in a few years, we’llbuy or build our own house and leave this one to Ethan. It’s hard to wrap mymind around the fact that money isn’t an issue anymore. That we can go where wewant, do what we want. It doesn’t alter my goal to be an evolutionarybiologist, but it sure as hell makes it more attainable.
Landoncalls a little after nine and leaves a voicemail. “Hey beautiful. I had somethings to take care of, but I’ll still be over tonight by midnight. You don’thave to wait up, but I will be waking you up…with my tongue.”
Iget his message as soon as I get out of the shower and his deep voiced threatsends an excited shiver through me. An idea forms in my head and impulsively, Iunwrap my towel and lie back on my bed. I’ve never even taken a naked picture,much less sent one, but before I can change my mind, I take a picture of myselfreclined on the bed, pointing the phone where he can see I’m waxed bare forhim.
Isend it along with the message. –I’ll be waiting.-
Shit.I just put a naked picture of me out into the world. What’s wrong with me?
Myphone beeps less than a minute later.
-Christ,woman, are you trying to kill me?-
-Doesthat mean you like it?-
God,I love fucking with this man.
-Keepteasing me, Ms. Difficult. I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.-
Youknow what I found out? The second nude selfie is easier, especially since it’sonly a breast shot. Although, I may have been pinching a hardened nipple. Hisreply is instant.
-I’mfucking you the second I step through the door.-
Grinning,I reply. –What, no dick pic?-
Afew seconds later, a picture of Landon’s rock hard cock fills my screen. Wait,is that the edge of his driver’s seat?
-Holyshit. Are you driving? Stop texting!-
-Youstarted it. See you soon, baby.-
Crazyman.
Iknow there’s no way I’m going to fall asleep, but I change into a tiny pair oflace panties and a thin camisole that leaves nothing to the imagination andclimb in bed with my tablet to read. I need to do something to take my mind offof the throb between my legs while I wait for him. I have every intention offaking sleep when he gets here, so he can wake me with that talented tongue.
Ispend the next two hours reading and playing around online. Dayna and I send afew messages back and forth. She lives in Illinois now, and is going to collegeto become a psychologist. It seems I wasn’t the only one who ran like hell onceI was of age. We make plans to get together soon, and I turn off my tablet.
Midnightcomes and goes without the sound of Landon letting himself in. When he stillhasn’t shown at one a.m. I text him.
-Didyou get held up? I might have to start without you.-
Noreply.
It’snot like Landon to be this late. When he says he’s going to do something, healways follows through or at least calls to explain what happened. When hestill hasn’t shown by three o’clock, I know something is wrong.
Itry to text him again, hoping maybe he just didn’t get the first one.
-Gettingworried about you. Please let me know you’re okay.-
Nothing.Silence has never sounded so loud. I’m not sure what to do. Should I go to hishouse and check on him, or will that make me seem like a clingy stalker? MaybeI should call Dare and see if he’s with him, but again, I feel like that’sentering the overbearing girlfriend area. While I’m trying to decide what todo, my phone beeps and I breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of Landon’sname. Until I read the message.
-We’redone. Don’t message me again.-
Whatthe fuck? My heart climbs into my throat, and I sit up on the edge of the bed.Did he just break up with me by text message? Everything was fine this morning.What the hell could’ve happened since then to make him dump me? Because Iadmitted I want kids someday?
Myeyes fill with tears at the sight of the ring on my finger. He seemed so happyto marry me, we were talking about him moving in, and he was bugging me aboutgetting a dog. I can’t believe he’d do this to me, or to Ethan. I just can’tbelieve it.
Thenit hits me. Ican’tbelieve it. It can’t be true. I don’t know what’sgoing on, but I’m going to find out. Maybe he lost his phone and someone foundit and thought they’d be an asshole. I scribble a note to Ethan, explainingwhere I’ve gone, and grab my coat and car keys. I make it to Landon’s in recordtime, trying hard not to think of what I’m going to say if he is the one whosent the message. I can’t even think about it.
