The hotel we’re staying at is just across the street, but Landon hails a cab that pulls directly in front of us.
“Where are we going?” I ask as he holds the door open, allowing me to slide onto the leather seat before he enters. My anxiety begins to bubble to the surface, but I press the doubt down.
He rambles an address to the cab driver, who nods and pulls into traffic. Landon turns to look at me, his hand slowly sliding up to my cheek. His eyes are bouncing back and forth between mine, and I can’t quite gauge what I’m seeing in them.
“We’re going to my place.” I must look shocked when his words register because he lets out a small laugh before placing his lips against mine once more.
Damn, he’s such a good kisser. I thought Kyle was good but it’s like Landon knows exactly what I need before I even realize it. His hands roam my body, causing me to pant. I’ve never felt this way before during a simple make-out session.
The cab rolls to a stop in front of a large house. The front gate is closed, but the home behind it is lit up and absolutely stunning. Large white columns line the porch of the house; black shutters offset the white of the siding. I look around and realize the driveway is lined with large oak trees that create a path leading up to the house. The landscape is pristine and well taken care of, I’m sure he has a crew that comes and makes his life easier in those aspects. I’ve never seen a true plantation home in person, just in movies or magazines. I’m actually stunned that he lives outside of the city. I just expected most athletes to have condos in the city.
“My sister lives in the guest house, at the back of the property. She won’t be home until Sunday, she’s staying with her boyfriend before flying out tomorrow morning to see our mom.” He types a pin number into the gate and it slowly slides open.
“I thought you all were staying at the hotel?” I ask, confused at why he brought me here.
“Typically, the organization will get us hotel rooms after a game because they know the after-party will go all night. We can crash there and it’s usually close to the arena.” He looks over at me. “I’ve never brought a girl to my house before.”
I gauge his expression, trying to tell if he’s being truthful with me or not. I turn my attention back to his home.
My breath catches as I really take in the sight of this huge house in front of me. It’s far different than what I just recently purchased, but still has a homely feel to the outside. We move up the driveway and I wait as he opens the garage door. Two vehicles come into view. A large, white Yukon with extremely dark windows and black rims sits in one bay, while the other is a new Jeep Wrangler. It’s hunter green in color and I can already tell I wouldn’t see over the front end without a booster seat.
Landon moves through the garage to enter the house. We step into a cluttered mud room with clothes littered along the floor against the wall, several gym bags tossed to the side, and some shoes scattered sporadically throughout. Not what I expected; I just assumed all professional athletes had a cleaning service for them.
“Sorry about the mess, I recently fired my cleaning crew and I’m a shit housekeeper.” I laugh at his admission but it also answers my question of his cleaning service. We move through the house and stop in the kitchen, where he grabs two bottles of water, handing one to me before he twists the cap off and takes a large drink. I watch that damn Adam’s apple bob up and down again and I’m mesmerized.
He chuckles, which catches my attention, and I realize I’ve been caught openly staring him down, again. But, my god, who wouldn’t? He sits his water down on the counter then makes a move to grab mine. He’s back in front of me within an instant and then his hands slide slowly down my body as he bends and lifts me effortlessly to sit on the counter. He steps between my legs and his lips smash into mine. That scent, mint and beer, is clouding my thoughts and I can feel the heat everywhere.
I’m just going to pretend that I’m only this horny because it’s been six years since a man has touched me, and well “Vonda the Vibrator” just doesn’t come close to the real thing. Yes, I named my vibrator. Don’t you?
My hands fly through his hair and I pull slightly; he releases a groan. His hands skim under my shirt, slowly sliding it up, then over my head. He tosses it to the ground and steps back to look at me, his eyes roaming my body, and suddenly I’m self-conscious. No one has seen me since I’ve given birth, but thankfully the lights are dim. Landon’s eyes continue their search before he steps back in and undoes the button of my jeans. He reaches behind me and lifts me back to the ground. My hands fly up his shirt and he pulls from the collar of his neck and over his head, discarding his shirt to the floor with mine.
He steps into me; I can feel how hard he is. He walks me backward until I hit a closed door. His hand reaches for the knob and he spins me as we enter. Our hands are all over each other; I move to pull my pants down and he does the same. We’re standing directly in front of each other in nothing but our underwear.
My mind takes over when he groans, and I feel a surge of confidence I haven’t felt in a long, long time. I reach behind me, unhooking the clasp of my bra, and allow the lace fabric to fall over my shoulders and to the floor at my feet. His eyes flash with need when he looks at my breasts, but I don’t stop, and he stands back, watching my little strip tease carefully. I hook both my thumbs in the band of my thong and thank God I wore sexy underwear today. I slowly pull them down, past my thighs and to my knees, until they join my bra. I stand back to my full height and I’m tackled to the bed in the next instance.
A laugh escapes me as he lands on top of me, careful to maneuver his weight so he isn’t crushing me, all two-hundred-and-twenty pounds of muscle. He moves slower down my body, kissing my neck, then my collar bone, moving to the swell of my breast before his tongue darts out and barely grazes my nipple. The feeling alone sends heat to the one spot I need him near the most. He takes my nipple in his mouth, causing my back to arch and my hands to tangle in his hair. A soft moan leaves my lips as he raises his hand to the other nipple.
He kisses damn near every inch of me, before settling a kiss to each inner thigh. He blows a soft breath onto my center, causing me to moan. I grip the sheets tighter between my fingers. It’s never felt this way before. I feel pleasure before he’s even really touched me.
I’m waiting for a soft tease, the way he played with my nipple, but instead I’m greeted with a full lick from bottom to top. The sudden touch about sends me off the bed, but Landon grips my hips, holding me in place, and spreads my legs to get him better access. He continues to lavish my pussy and I’m so close.
“Give it to me, baby,” he growls as his tongue rocks back and forth against me, his words sending me over the edge into a blissful pleasure.
I’m breathing hard when I’m finally able to catch my breath from that high. Landon wastes no time climbing up my body. He slides his boxers down and I reach out to wrap my hand around him as he grabs a condom from the nightstand. My hand moves up and down, slowly, and I never break eye contact with him. He leans over me and places a deep kiss to my lips. I can taste myself on him and typically the thought of this would gross me out, but I’m more turned on in this moment. He nudges my hand aside to put the condom on.