7. Landon
7
LANDON
T he roar of motorbikes rattles the station windows.
“What the heck is that?” Amy appears in the doorway looking worried.
She crosses to the window and peers out. I join her and watch the Wild Riders MC ride down the street. The metal of their bikes glints in the setting sun.
Dark clouds roll over the sky, and I hope they make it back to their side of the mountain before the rain starts.
One of the bikers, a hairy guy with a woman on the back whose bike includes a side car with a huge mastiff dog in it, looks up. I hold up my hand, and he returns the friendly wave.
“You know those guys?”
“That’s Vintage.” I indicate the hairy biker with the dog riding pillion. “I served with him.”
“He’s a veteran?” She looks surprised.
“They all are. The Wild Riders Motorcycle Club is based in Wild, on the other side of the mountain. They’re all veterans.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, and I notice the goosebumps on her forearms. “You’re cold.”
She steps back from the window and away from me. “I’m fine.”
It’s been a few days since we kissed in the forest, and Amy’s been avoiding me since. She’s staying late tonight to work on a report.
“Did you get the roses?”
She turns toward me, and I’m glad my office lights are off. Her eyes are wide, and the memory of her coming undone on my palm has my dick hardening.
“Izzie was at my house when they arrived.” Her eyes are wide and anxious, and I wish she’d stop caring what my daughter thinks.
“Did you tell her about us?”
Amy bites her bottom lip, but I already know the answer. If she had told Izzie, then she wouldn’t be avoiding me.
“Are you ready for me to take you out to dinner yet?”
She looks down at the floor. “I’m not sure…”
If she’s not sure she wants to date me, then I’ll do what I can to change her mind. I close the gap between us and pull her toward me.
She looks up at me with wide eyes, but she doesn’t pull away.
“I’m a patient man, Amy.”
My lips brush her cheek, and she moans, a small sound that get my blood racing. I move my mouth down her neck, kissing her throat where her pulse races.
Her eyes dart to the open door.
“We should shut…”
Her sentence ends in a gasp as I press my lips to the sensitive spot behind her ear.
My mouth moves over her skin, caressing her with my breath. She tastes of salt and smells of citrus body wash and fresh air.
I breathe her in as my mouth moves over her throat. Her neck tilts back, and I slide one hand into her hair to catch the weight of her head as I tilt her gently back, exposing her throat, her sensitive area.
My mouth moves down her throat as my other hand undoes the top button on her blouse. “Are you okay with this?”
She whimpers a response somewhere between desire and trying to do what she thinks is right. But I need her confirmation. I need her to admit she wants this as much as I do.
I bring my head up and look her in the eye. “I’ll only go as far as you tell me to go, Amy. If you don’t want this, I won’t do it.”
A flash of frustration crosses her face. My hand brushes her nipple through her blouse, and she gasps.
I lower my hand, and the frustration returns to her expression.
“I won’t touch you again unless you ask me to.”
She stares at me with her eyebrows knit together. Her irritation makes me smile. It means she wants this as much as I do.
“Landon.” She says my name breathlessly. “Touch me.”
I brush her nipple and she tilts her head back and closes her eyes, giving in to what we both want.
I reward her by undoing the next button on her blouse while I kiss her throat. Slowly I undo all the buttons of her blouse, and her shirt falls open.
The white lace of her bra barely contains her breasts. I trace my fingers over the intricate pattern, then slide my hand inside her bra. Amy’s back arches as I tug her hard nipple. She’s sensitive to every touch, every caress.
“You want me to touch you here?”
She nods, but I need more. “Use your words, Amy. Tell me what you want.”
She sighs in frustration. “I want…I don’t know how to say what I want.”
She straightens up and looks me in the eye. “I’ve never done this before, Landon. I’ve never been this far with a man.”
Her words take my breath away, and I pause with my hand cupping her breast. “You’re a virgin?”
She nods, looking anxious as if there’s something wrong with that.
“Oh honey. Have you been saving this for me?” I bring my other hand between her legs and cup her mound.
She nods. “I’ve been saving it for something.”
My heart’s racing. This is better than I could imagine. I’ll be the first and only man to claim Amy. My dick twitches, and I long to be inside her. But I’ll wait until she’s ready. Until she knows she’s mine.
My hand snakes around her back, and I unhook her bra. Her breasts tumble out, and I catch one in my hand. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” I squeeze her breast, and she shakes her head.
“Have they ever kissed you here?” My lips press to the delicate skin of her throat.
“No.” Her voice comes out as a whisper.
“How about here?” My voice is dangerously low. The thought of another man touching her like this makes my blood boil. I press my lips to her hard nipple, and she sucks in a sharp breath.
“No.”
“Good.” My tongue flicks at her nipple, and her back arches.
“I’m going to give you a lot of firsts, Amy. If you’ll let me.”
Her eyes are wide pools of desire and she nods, putting her complete trust in me. I’m holding her up in my darkened office. The sounds of male voices from the fire station rumble below us.
I don’t want any interruptions for what I’m about to do.
I pull Amy upright and spin her around so her back is against my desk. “Wait right there.”
I stride across the office and lock the door. Then I pull down all the blinds in the windows. I flick on the lamp on my desk, which gives off a soft orange glow. I want to see my woman while I pleasure her.
Amy’s eyes are wide when I stride over to the desk. I clear my laptop and papers and push her gently back against the desk. “Lean back.”
She rests her elbows on the desk as I pull the fabric of her skirt slowly up her thighs. My thumbs run over the sensitive skin of her inner leg, only stopping when I’m an inch away from her panties.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” My thumbs caress the soft skin of her thigh and she shakes her head.
“No.”
I move my hand up to her panties and brush my thumb over the fabric. It’s damp and sticky and warm. “How about here?”
My voice comes out husky, betraying the need I have for this woman. The desire to rip her panties off and fuck her right here on my desk.
But I’ll wait until she begs me to claim her. Tonight, all I need is a taste.
With a swift movement, I tug at her panties and the fabric rips. Amy gasps as her pussy is exposed to the night air.
She presses her thighs together, and I catch my hand between them.
“Open up for me, honey. I want to see you.”
She’s breathing hard with her chest heaving up and down. Slowly her thighs part, and I glimpse a soft mound framed with curly hair.
My cock hardens painfully pushing against my pants. “Wider.” My voice is hoarse and choked with need.
Amy opens her thighs wider, and her pink lips come into view. They’re swollen and glistening, and her pink flower shimmers between them.
With my eyes on her pussy, I kneel before her. “I’m going to lick you until you come. Is that okay?”
I glance up at her wide eyes.
“No one’s done that before,” she whispers.
“Good.”
I should start slow; I should kiss her thighs and work up to her sensitive place. But the animal in me takes over. I need to taste her, and I need it now.
I grab her thighs with both hands and pull her legs open wide. She gasps as I bury my face between her legs.
I kiss the apex of her thighs, her pink lips, and her hard nub. Amy squirms underneath me, and I pull up. “Are you okay?”
“It feels good,” she whimpers. “Too good.”
“It’s supposed to, honey. Enjoy it.”
I grab her ass and pull her toward me, burying my tongue in her sweet pussy. Juices flow over me as her sweet nectar explodes in my mouth.
Amy moans and thrusts her hips forward, pushing me deeper inside her. She tastes like heaven and the sweetest dessert I’ve ever eaten. The little whimpers and moans that come from her lips drive me wild.
I lick and suck and kiss her until her cries echo around the office. They might have heard her downstairs, but I don’t care. I want the entire world to know I’m pleasuring my woman.
I don’t stop after just one climax. I keep my face buried between her legs relentlessly, making her come until she sags against the desk, exhausted.
Only then do I lift my head.
Amy watches me though lowered eyelashes, a sleepy expression on her face. She’s sated, and that makes my heart swell.
There’s a box of tissues on my desk, and I grab one and gently wipe the juices from her thighs. Then I pull her skirt back into place.
“Is it always like that?” she whispers.
“It will always be like that with me.”
I expect her to smile, but the crease in her brow returns. She’s still not sure about us. Her damn commitment to my daughter is holding her back.
I’m happy my daughter has a loyal friend, but it’s also none of Izzie’s business who I date. I want to tell the world that Amy is mine.
“You want to go get something to eat?”
She shakes her head. “I need to get back home to Mom.”
She won’t look at me as she straightens her skirt. And I wonder what I did wrong. This has got to be about more than Izzie. Something’s holding her back.
“Amy, I…” My sentence is cut short by the fire bell.
“Shit. I have to go.”
I pull open the door to my office, and Amy scurries out. Whatever is holding her back, I need to convince her it doesn’t matter. If she wants to be with me, then we can overcome any problem.