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On Landon’s face, I see the reined in passion. It opens me. I am filled with the man.
“Ohhhh fuck. Kim.”
A perfect rhythm sets. We move as one, and I am aware of the beauty of being lost and found in Landon. Sounds are indistinguishable, without shape or structure. Made only of sensations, too big for words. And here in the dark of night, in a room full of shadows, the world seems bright.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Landon
Morning, Mr. Bluebird, morning sun. Everything is feeling so fine, here in my mind. What a beautiful day, following a night I could not have dreamed up. Can a man use his allotted lifetime of cum in one six-hour period? My grandfather used to chuckle and say a guy could go blind if he came too much. How was that supposed to work? Would our tear ducts be sapped dry? I may become sightless soon, because I don’t plan on doing without. Blindness seems like a weak threat.
“I wish the rain had never stopped,” Kim says, wrapping a leg in the sheets.
She’s unbelievable. And all the other words that describe a beautiful woman wanting to have sex with you. Locks of hair spread out on the white pillowcase like she placed each piece for my viewing pleasure. Sexy as fuck.
“You look great,” I say, eyeing the ass about to be uncovered. “But quit giving me a hard on. I have to go to work.”
Adjusting my dick, I get to putting shoes on. I sit at the edge of the bed and look out the window. There is a world beyond this room, though it pales in comparison.
“Think it’s gone for good. Today is going to be sunny.”
She grabs the back of my jeans and pulls. “Can’t you call in and say you have a broken penis?”
“It would be the truth, thanks to you. But no. That isn’t a valid reason to close Momma’s. Fucking Frank can’t cover today.”
“Fucking Frank,” she says in solidarity.
It makes fun of my attitude in a sweet way, and I give her one more kiss. It will stay with me all day, in between memories of last night. Those have already begun to replay, and I haven’t left the house yet.
“Are you going to be alone tonight? I could come back after closing.”
“No. Hunter will be here.”
“Okay.” I pause for a few beats. “This is where I pretend not to be disappointed and leave you wanting more.”
She likes that. It shows up in a wide grin.
“I’m off. Pick you up for the wedding tomorrow at one. Does that work?”
“It’s perfect. Hey, call me tonight. So I can tell you how much I’m missing you.”
“I will.”
As I am walking out of the room, I turn and say one last thing.
“I’m not sure how, but I think I may be completely screwed,” I say without a hint of humor.
She must believe it too, and throws back the sheet and rolls over, exposing her ass and giving the screw one more twist.
Exiting the room, I feel like the guy in a film whose world has suddenly gone from black and white to color. Something’s got ahold of me. Feels strange, but good beyond weak descriptions of Paradise. Kinda like the fucking birds are chirping and the rainbow is just for my benefit. Christ. Walking out the front door, I check that it locked.
Randomly, my eyes land on the flower beds to the right. Looks like an animal must have tried to get out of the rain last night. The drying mud is disturbed from the bed lining the walkway, to the wide one under Kim’s bedroom window. Must have been a raccoon, or maybe something able to burrow. It’s a mess. She needs motion lights out here. Wonder if Hunter can install them? Put it on the list, man. At the top.
Taking out my cell, I call her.
“Hello, Captain No Underpants.” She laughs.
“Hunter should install some motion detector lights around the house. At least here in the front.”
