“I’m so close,” I practically growl.
She opens wider, rising higher. Her soft curves welcome me, urging me on, as her eyes meet mine. It sends me over as I jerk into her, bending down to place my hands on either side of her body. Suspended on top, my entire body thrums with energy, pleasure, and ecstasy, all at once.
“Oh God, Lan. Oh God,” I chant like a mantra as she reaches up to rake her nails down my back, squeezing my cock and milking everything out of me.
I drop forward, making sure not to crush her, but I need to touch every part of my body to hers right now. I need the connection, this feeling of completeness that she gives me.
Her scratches become lighter as she starts to brush her fingertips over my back, leaving little trails of twitches, as it tickles my skin, and I move, jumping.
“Corbin Henson, are you ticklish?” she asks.
I can hear the laughter in her voice, so I pull back and give her a mock scowl.
“Of course not,” I say.
She lightly runs her hand over me again. This time, I try to remain still, but I can’t.
“Oh my God, you are,” she shrieks in a gleeful tone.
I roll my eyes while pushing my body off of her. She tries to sit up, but I wrap my arm around her, pulling her back to my front, and we lie there, meshed together, our sweat-soaked bodies coming down from our high.
With a sigh, I back up, watching as Landry turns to look over her shoulder at me. I pull forward and kiss the tip of her nose.
“I’ve got to clean up,” I tell her, sitting back to look at the condom I’m still wearing.
She nods, curling up in a little ball, a smile on her face as she watches me get up. Once I throw away the condom and clean myself off, I hand her a wet washcloth. Once she’s done, I throw the towel in the bathroom and I climb back in behind her, melding our bodies together and throwing an arm over her.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” she murmurs, her voice sleepy.
All at once, the memory of tonight comes flooding back. I was able to forget about it, focusing on Landry instead, but now, I have to face it. Think about it. Decide what to do.
A freaking Almadale. Me. I’m not a Henson. Well, I am, in name only, but I’m not really a part of the Henson family. I also have Almadale in my bloodline.
What the hell is going on right now?
I clear my throat, resting my cheek against her hair. “I met my mom.” I can feel her move to sit up, but I pull tighter, keeping her flush against me. “The woman I thought was my mom isn’t. Well, I don’t know. I only know what Andrea told me.”
“Andrea?” She slightly turns her head, where I can see her profile.
“Brock had someone looking into me, my situation, and they found out that Andrea is my biological mom. My dad lied to her and me for my entire life. The part of my life he was around for.”
“Oh my God, Corbin. I’m so sorry.”
“It gets crazier,” I say.
Landry turns over in my arms, looking at me.
“She’s an Almadale.”
“Like the school?” Landry scrunches up her nose, furrowing her brow in confusion.
“Like the school,” I confirm.
This time, she does sit up, and the blanket she was tucked under falls away. Her long hair falling over one shoulder, nipples pebbling in the cool air. I reach up and lightly rub my palm across one, loving the way it feels. She grabs my hand, interlocking her fingers with mine.
“You are an Almadale,” she says the words softly, almost a whisper. “So, what does that mean?”
“I don’t know. Everything is all up in the air. I mean, I’m not even fully sure that she is who she says she is.”
“Don’t you think if Brock was looking into it that he covered all his bases?”
I rise onto an elbow, twirling a piece of her hair around one of my fingers. “Yeah, probably. It’s hard to wrap my mind around it. It doesn’t make any sense … yet it makes perfect sense.”
“Are you going to see her again?”
“I left in kind of a rush. I needed time.”
“She’s your mother, Corbin. If she wanted to meet you in the first place, I don’t think a little pushback from you is going to stop her from trying to connect.”
“Maybe.”
“You should at least get her number or contact information from Brock before you decide anything. That way, you can contact her if you want to.” She gives a little shrug, and I tug on her hair, pulling her face closer to mine so I can drop a kiss on her mouth.
“Yeah, you are probably right.” I smile, tilting my head for another kiss. Her taste is addictive, and I’m not ready to stop touching her.
“You know what this means?” Landry asks, and I cock an eyebrow. “She would be able to help you with Abe.”
“I can’t ask that of her. Plus, Abe is now my half-brother, if this is true. I don’t know what all of it means anymore.”
I feel so weird, having the rug pulled out from under me like that. It’s a strange thing to think that what you thought you knew about yourself isn’t true. My head is spinning.
“I don’t want you to take advantage of her, but if she truly cares about you, she will care about what you want for Abe. It wouldn’t hurt to ask.”
“Maybe. I have some time to think about it. I need to think about a lot.” I run the back of my knuckles down her arm, watching the goose bumps follow, and then I wrap my arms around her, pulling her on top of me as I lie back.
Even though my life has changed tonight, it also feels like something has fallen into place. Something is going right for once, and I don’t want to ever give Landry up. The way she fits inside my arms is proof enough that we were made for each other. I think I’m starting to fall for her, and I want to tell her, but I also want to make sure before going down that road. My track record of people who have stuck around isn’t great, and I know that’s what is holding me back.
But, damn, do I like this girl.
26
Landry
Today is the day. I’m shopping with Mom for a dress to the Fall Ball, and I’m supposed to not only get a confession from her, but also record it. I’m sweating and a nervous mess, nothing like I should be for shopping, but so far, she hasn’t commented on anything out of the ordinary.
I feel sick, about to out my mom, who thinks she’s doing what she can to protect me and her.
Snitches get stitches, pops into my mind and spins my stomach again.
“Look at this one.”
Mom pulls me from inside my thoughts, and I look over to where she’s holding up a deep lavender gown. The draping is beautiful. An attendant is hovering behind her, and a hungry gaze takes over her face when Mom hands her a black AmEx card and says anything we pick can be charged to it. I nod and watch as the attendant whisks the dress away to a fancy dressing room, equipped with heavy drapes covering the doorways instead of actual doors.
I turn back to my row of dresses, fingering a few different fabrics but not seeing them.
“Landry?” Mom asks, and I turn to her again, another gorgeous dress extended in her hands. I nod, and it’s also whisked away. “I don’t feel like you are really into this.” Mom places a hand on her hip, a reproachful look on her face. “I would have given anything at your age to be able to afford a dress like this.”