Landon #2
“A hot local. Do you already have dibs? I’m single right now, and definitely down to—”
Julian cuts her off with a laugh, saying, “Leave her alone.”
The fuck?
As he turns and begins walking up to the house, Susie trails after him. I follow her, my knees slightly wobbly.
“Damn, so you do have dibs,” Susie complains. “Fine, fine. Hands off, then.”
This is not going according to plan. All I can hope is that I’m misreading this situation, and Julian isn’t fucking that girl. He would have told us about a girlfriend, right?
Who am I kidding? I’m incredibly smart. There’s no way I’m misreading him.
Julian leads us through the small living room and into the kitchen. There is a decent crowd inside, but nothing compared to California parties. Is this all the party-goers Oregon has to offer?
In the kitchen, three people around our age stand together. The girl from the front door is there, talking to a blond guy with bulging muscles and a kind face.
The goth girl on the other side of him looks right up Susie’s alley, but I don’t comment on it. I can never tell if a girl is gay or not.
Julian proceeds to introduce all of us, informing everyone of our names. Soon, Cameron, the blond guy, is pouring the two of us a shot after Susie announces she’s my DD, but I should get wasted.
“Are you two…” Cassie suddenly says over the music, eyeing where Julian has Susie tucked under his arm.
Idiot—she’s asking the wrong best friend this question.
Susie chuckles, making a crass comment about how Julian isn’t her man, even if his dick is huge—which it is—and Cassie grins in response. As she tells Susie about her friend—the goth one—who is also into girls and now several feet away, I watch her blue eyes flicker back to Julian repeatedly.
Oh, she wants him. Bad. Unfortunately for her, I’ve wanted him more and for much, much longer. Get in line, bitch!
Plus, I know where the guy’s prostate is. She has nothing on me.
“Want to dance with me?” Cassie asks Julian, low and teasing, and it snaps me right out of my thoughts.
Susie has disappeared, and Julian only hesitates for a moment before he’s dragging Cassie behind him and into the living room.
I just stand here, stuck in this singular spot, with my mouth hanging wide open. Did he just… is he about to… with her?
Am I going crazy, or did I just fly across state lines to see him, and now he’s disappearing with some local girl?
I must be crazy.
“She’s pretty persuasive,” Cameron says, shaking his head softly as he stares at the exit route Julian and Cassie just took.
“I see that,” I mumble, following after the two.
I spot them immediately, grinding against each other like horny teenagers. My heart fractures in my chest, my blood boiling at the sight.
What the fuck!
It’s like my feelings don’t matter. Julian knows I love him, and yet here he is, rubbing against his sexual conquest right in my face. It’s cruel; it’s a vicious thing to do to someone who loves you.
I kind of want to punch him.
Finally, Julian’s gaze lifts to meet mine. Those brown eyes widen slightly: a deer caught in my headlights.
I nod toward the bathroom I could see in the hallway when we first walked in and head that way, praying it’s still empty.
It is, and as I lean against the sink and wait for him, I try not to let my anger get the best of me. I try to remind myself he’s not mine, at least not yet.
The door pushes open, then shuts quietly.
“What’s up?” Julian asks, as if he has no idea what I’d want. Why I’d want to see him when I just flew all the way here to do just fucking that.
I raise my head, my eyes drilling into his. He will be mine. I just know it.
“Is that your girlfriend?” I ask, and I can hear how badly I wish for him to say no in the tone of my own voice.
“No. I already said she’s a local.”
“Didn’t look like just a local to me,” I reply.
What she looked like was his regular fuck; another girl in love with Julian, adding to the long list of broken hearts he carries around.
I’m number one on that list, by the way.
But I refuse to give up hope—he kissed me, damnit. It was his desire that drove us there, even if I did give him a nudge to act on the impulse.
Julian sighs and leans back against the door, all of his hard muscles on perfect display. “What do you want me to say, Lan? Sometimes we flirt; I might fuck her. I’m not sure yet.”
A rage so hot and delicious builds inside of me. I so want to punch him.
“So, you invited me to fly here so I could watch you get ready to fuck some girl?” I sneer.
“What?” Julian demands. “No! What the fuck, Landon? I invited you here because I missed you. You and Susie.”
I don’t hear the and Susie part of his angry declaration—he missed me. Just as I thought he would. I’m fiening for him.
I move, pinning him to the door with my body. And as I wrap a palm around his throat and slip a hand under his shirt to feel the hot smoothness of him, I almost groan. God, he feels so good. So perfect and mine.
“You missed me?” I murmur, feeling the goosebumps that once again break out over his skin. And not from the cold this time.
“Yes,” Julian breathes out, his lashes fluttering against his cheekbones.
“You miss my voice? My touch?” It feels like we’re already having sex. This back and forth, this push and pull, feels like I’m already under him—or above.
I shove my knee between his legs and press against his hardening dick as he nods. That’s it; he wants me. I can feel how much he wants this. Julian always comes back to me.
“Mhm,” I hum, eating up his every twitch, his every reaction. “You react so nicely, Julie. You’ve always been such a good boy for me. That’s why it pisses me off so badly when you fuck around on me.”
It slips out—this confession. And I know it’ll piss him off before he flips me, slamming me into the door and pressing his warm forearm into my throat, the same way my palm is pressed to his.
Oops. I’m grinning.
“I’m not fucking around on you because I’m not your boyfriend,” he sneers. “I’m so fucking tired of hearing that, Landon.”