He aligns himself at my entrance; one of my hands rests on his bicep while the other is against his chest. He slides himself in slowly, never taking his eyes from mine as he does. Once he’s fully in, his eyes close briefly and his forehead falls to mine.
“Damn, baby. This feels too good.” He holds himself in place, and seeing him battling to hold it together gives me courage. I wrap my legs around him, shifting him deeper, and he releases the breath he’d been holding. His gray eyes are pinned on mine and I slowly move my hips in a rhythm that causes my breathing to pick up. The sensation builds and it finally knocks him out of his trance. He rocks his hips faster with each stroke.
We’re both sweaty, both of us on edge, begging for more from each other.
“Come for me, baby,” he pants as his hips hit harder, his words sending me where I need them, his begging me to come giving me a high. “Come with me,” he roars, and that sends me flying over the edge, I’m positive my eyes roll to the back of my head. Landon falls to me, crushing me beneath his weight, his chest moving rapidly.
He rolls to the side after several minutes; we’re both still struggling to catch our breath. That was the best orgasm of my life.
“Hang on a second.” He rolls out of bed, then walks toward what I assume is the bathroom. It’s extremely dark in his room but he’s turned the bathroom light on so it gently lights up the room. I take the time to survey it all. His bed is massive, covered in dark-gray sheets with a crisp white comforter set. His furniture is a deep-brown wood that contrasts perfectly with his bedding. There is a framed picture of his sister with who I’m assuming is his mother. Both are identical to each other, with long blonde hair, one just slightly older than the other. He has several framed jerseys on the wall, signed by various players of the present and the past.
Landon shuts the light off and then crawls back in bed, then touches a warm washcloth between my legs, cleaning me.
“I should probably get going,” I say as I watch Landon toss the rag to the floor before pinning me with a look.
“You should probably just sleep here tonight, I’m not sure I’m quite done with your sweet little ass yet.” He leans over me again, sliding a condom on before entering me in one smooth motion. We end up this way two more times before morning.
Chapter Six
My phone buzzes on the nightstand beside the bed. I slowly raise my head, looking around as I gather my thoughts. Last night, I spent the night with Landon Prince. I groan as I think of the evening. I’m supposed to hate all things associated with basketball, especially Hawks basketball. I know it’s unreasonable to blame some of my life’s misfortune on a pro basketball team, but they’ll always be associated in some way, shape, or form with Carson’s dad abandoning him. I’m surprised I gave in to going to the game as easily as I had. I really could have fought them on it, and they would have caved knowing how difficult it all would be for me. Truthfully, the game was fun and spending some time with my sister and friends was good for me.
Landon’s arm is still draped across my stomach, and I’m in one of his T-shirts he gave me before we fell asleep last night. It smells just like him. I can’t help but grin at the thought. He was adamant on not letting me leave last night and I’m thoroughly thankful this morning. Although, I wonder if he will feel the same when he wakes up. Landon is the type of guy who enjoys the bachelor life and the one-night stands that accompany this lifestyle. I’ve read the tabloids, Landon Prince is destined to be the Bachelor of the Year.
My phone continues to buzz. I sneak a glance at Landon. He’s still sound asleep, and his hair has fallen down on his forehead. I shift to slide out of his hold and grab my phone, then stand and walk toward the door, so I don’t wake him.
I grab my shirt from the kitchen floor and slowly slide his off and mine on while answering my phone.
“Hello?” I whisper.
“Hi, Momma. When are ya coming home?” my son asks in his sleepy little voice. He must have slept in a little this morning, which is rare for him. He’s usually bouncing off the walls bright and early. I look at the clock on the stove, 10:30 am.
“Hi, baby, I’ll be home shortly, okay?” I hear a shuffle behind me and glance toward Landon’s open bedroom door and realize he has gotten up. “Listen, I have to go, but I’ll see you when I get home, okay?”
“Okay, Momma. I love you.” Those three little words coming from his mouth could bring me to my knees every day.
“I love you, too, baby.” He hangs up immediately and I grin at the conversation.
“Here’s your jeans.” I turn to find Landon standing behind me. His face is blank and he’s holding my jeans out to me. I take them from him, and he turns away from me, lifting his phone to his ear. “I need a cab to 604 Cravers Lane. Yes, thank you.”
His attention shifts back to me. I smile and take a step toward him, only he shuts me down immediately.
“The cab will be out front, shut the door behind you when you go out. Thanks for last night.” He turns and walks away before I can say a word. His words have a coldness to them. This is a completely different version of the man I was with last night. He slams his bathroom door behind him, causing me to jump.
I slip my jeans on and slide my feet into my Converse and head for the door. This is exactly why I don’t do one-night stands or get myself involved with people. Regardless of catching feelings or enjoying the company, I’m embarrassed walking out this door, and the more I think about the situation the more pissed off I become.
Going to that basketball game was a mistake. But attending the after-party with him was an even bigger mistake. Meeting him, period, is the biggest mistake.
The cab is waiting at the gate as I walk through. I climb in and tell the cabbie which hotel I’m staying in. I don’t know why we even bothered getting a hotel room, we live forty minutes from the city and this entire trip is turning out to be a giant mistake.
After a few minutes of allowing my anger to radiate, I dial my sister’s number.
“Well, hello there, sunshine. I was wondering if we’d be graced with your presence today. Tell me, was it good?” my sister questions.
“He is a grade-A jerk. A complete asshole and this was all a huge mistake.” The cabbie pulls to the front of the hotel, so I hop out and stalk through the entrance. “And this mistake is all your fault, Chrissy.”
I get to the elevators and step inside when a couple steps off. Gag. They looked happily smitten with each other’s company and so in love. I roll my eyes at the thought of them.
“What floor are you on?” I move my hand toward the numbers listed on the panel.
“Third. See you in a few.” She hangs up and I slam my angry little finger into the number three button.
I bang on the door of their hotel room; Gabby opens it slowly and I stalk through. I walk toward the bed farthest from the door and fall backward. Because I’m dramatic like that.
“So, tell me what happened? I thought y’all were getting along fine?” my sister questions as she sits on the bed next to me. Gabby moves for the chair across the room where her computer is set up and begins typing. I’m sure she’s going to use my mental breakdown for a storyline.