Nathaniel #2
As we’re filing out the front door, with Landon standing in front of me so that I get the perfect view of his ass, Abigail slides up next to him, grabbing his hand.
Landon peers down at her, his eyes wide and confused. “Uh, hello.”
“Landon?” she asks quietly, as if making sure she gets it right.
“Yes?”
Abigail peers around her conspiratorially before yanking him down to say so lowly I barely hear it, “I’m not sure what happened to Atty either. You’re not by yourself.”
Landon nods, his expression serious as he replies, “Good. That’s good. I was starting to feel a little left out.”
The way he’s entertaining her seriousness is amusing, and I grin from behind them, even as they’re holding up the line. Everyone else is already getting into their respective cars.
“And,” Abigail adds, checking her surroundings once more. “Don’t tell Julie, but…. I think you’re super pretty.”
Then she’s running, scurrying toward her parents’ car as she squeals. Landon turns and looks at me over his shoulder, his expression one of confusion.
“Why can’t I tell Julie?”
I laugh, shoving my spare helmet—his helmet—into his hands as I say, “I think Julian will be disappointed that he’s been dethroned as Abigail’s prettiest friend.”
After a brief moment, Landon grins. “Oh, I am definitely telling Julie.”
Dinner goes as smoothly as can be expected. I even meet Cassie, Cameron’s best friend. I have no specific thoughts about her, but she’s not annoying, at least.
And around 6:30, Landon and I rush back home with promises to come by Chastain the following day. Susie is about to arrive in her rental car, and we have to be there to greet her.
My bike rumbles as we pull into the driveway, spotting the ginger-haired girl leaning against the Honda she’s driving. She waves, grinning excitedly.
As soon as we have our helmets pulled off, she’s rambling.
“Landon! This is where you’ve been running off to?” she asks. “I mean, I know you had some weird thing going on with Nathaniel, but I thought it was like, hate?”
Landon shrugs, guiding her toward the house as he smiles. “Hate and love can exist together.”
“Love?!” she screeches. “Oh my god! So you’re fully over Julie and totally in love with this guy?”
It’s not cruel how Susie says it; it’s more of an active disbelief. Like she can’t fathom his heart could shift gears.
“Crazy, right?” Landon teases as he lets us inside.
“Yes, crazy!” Susie shoots me a curious glance before returning her attention to Landon. “I mean, he is hot. I’ll give you that.”
Annnnd I think I’ve heard enough. I know Landon intends to explain his depression to her, to help her understand his distance over these past few months, and I don’t want to intrude.
I also don’t want in on whatever gossip I can tell they’re about to delve into.
“I’ll let you guys catch up,” I say, giving Susie a smile as I walk toward our bedroom.
“Thanks!” she beams, grabbing Landon’s hands as they plop down onto the couch. “Now, tell me everything, Lan.”
Susie doesn’t leave until damn near 10 p.m., but I try to be understanding about it. They had a lot to talk about, and I can tell how important Susie and Julian specifically are to Landon.
Plus, it gave me time to call Calum. I asked him to wipe my involvement from the EP database, and like the good friend he is, he did. He even told me that a different repressor has taken over the empty council and has devoted his time to making sure no one corrupt is left standing.
I’m happy it’s all working out for them, but I never intend on being a part of EP again. I don’t think Lan could stomach it, and I’m not particularly interested anymore.
Justice is no longer the center of my universe. I’m done chasing the past.
And by the time Susie leaves, telling us that she’ll be at Chastain when we visit tomorrow, Landon looks exhausted.
“That was a lot,” he says, slowly making his way back to our room. “I think I need a shower and ten hours of sleep.”
“That… might be a problem,” I mutter, knowing that what I have situated over our bed might prevent that plan from fanning out.
Landon pushes open the bedroom door. “Why is…. that…”
His words trail off, his eyes staring straight at the two items sitting on the comforter.
He turns to face me, an evil grin shaping his lips. “Nate, you dirty dog. What is this about?”
“I thought you might miss it,” I tell him, taking his hips in my hands as I pull him flush against me.
“Yeah?” Landon breathes, rocking against me slowly as his big green eyes peer up at me.
“Yeah. Want me to use it on you, baby? Want to feel it?” My lips drop to his jaw, mouthing against it as his breathing begins to quicken.
“A-and what about you?” he murmurs.
“Not tonight. You’re tired, and this is a gift. A welcome home gift, if you will.”
Landon groans, as if the reminder that he lives here now is too much to bear. “Yes, Nate. Fuck yes.”
I pull his shirt over his head before reaching for the button of the pants he slipped on as he dressed before allowing company into the house.
Once Landon is completely naked in front of me, I ogle him. The way his smooth chest heaves, how his cock is already leaking, and his nipples are pebbling.
I can’t resist the temptation to pull one into my mouth, sucking viciously as Landon moans and grinds his length against the rough fabric covering my thigh.
“Now, Nate,” he demands breathlessly.
“Say please.”
“Ugh! Really?”
I grin down up at him from where I’m bent over, flicking my tongue against his hardened nipple. “Yes, really.”
Landon groans, rolling his eyes. “Please, Nate?”
It’s sassy and sarcastic and not at all what I asked for, but I give him what he wants anyway. I like annoying him, not the actual conclusion.
Setting against the headboard, I set the supplies next to my leg and reach for him, sitting him in front of me with my chest to his back.
“You’re hard,” he murmurs, wiggling his bare ass against me.
“Mhm.” I grip his dick, giving it one loose pull.
“Fuck,” he whispers. And then louder, “Pull it out. I want to feel it against my skin.”
Oh, fuck. He’s going to kill me, isn’t he?