Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Landon
There are a million things we should be doing. Talking about. Where we’re going to live. What’s next for us as a couple? So many things.
But right now, the only thing that matters is how warm and wet she is.
How her pussy swallows my cock every damn time.
How she’s already a part of me, no matter how many things are up in the air.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her neck. “You don’t have to do anything but take my cock. Let me do the work.”
She moans in response, head falling back and her soft blond hair tickling my chin and neck.
Fuck but she feels good.
I thrust up deep, bottoming out, and we both moan this time.
“So tight and wet,” I whisper, tugging her ear lobe between my teeth. “And you liked when I spanked you.”
“Yes.” Her voice is raspy. Needy.
Just how I like her.
There’s nothing better than when she needs my cock to satisfy her.
I put my hands on her hips and slowly lift her, until only the tip of me is inside her, then I yank her back down, bottoming out.
Every time I do it, it’s like a roller coaster ride; slowly getting to the top and then dropping into passionate oblivion.
“Landon, please!” She’s wiggling, trying to control my pace but I tighten my grip.
“Not until I’m ready. I want to enjoy this.”
I slow down even more, pulling out a fraction of an inch at a time. She tries again, pushing at my hands, but her strength is no match for mine.
“Easy, baby. You know I’m going to give you what you need.” I want to take my time but my dick has other ideas.
Letting me spank her enhanced the pleasure to a point that’s hard to quantify. It was good before, but I like being in charge. Having a woman submit to me. Not in a kinky way, just in the sense of letting me guide our sexual adventures.
And now it’s driving me wild.
She’s somewhat restrained because her pants are still down around her ankles, and there’s no doubt she’s getting off on her inability to move.
“Squeeze me, Allora, and then let me see you come.”
I reach around and find her clit and it’s like I pressed a magic button. She stiffens, her back arching, fingers digging into my forearm as she spasms around me.
“Lan—” She’s about to scream and while I love it, I know Rage is nearby, aware of what we’re doing. So, I clap a hand over her mouth as she bucks against me, grinding on my cock.
She’s mine and Rage doesn’t need to know what she sounds like when I get her off.
Finally, we both stop moving and she sits back, her body warm and soft against mine, her back to my front, pussy still pulsing with little aftershocks every few seconds.
“So pretty when you come,” I say, running my hand over the curve of her breast.
She seems content to just sit here, so that’s what we do. Eventually, we’ll have to move but I’m loving the quiet intimacy.
I’m not stupid—I know we’re still going to talk, so I’m trying to enjoy the peace while I can. My gut tells me we’re going to argue because I don’t see either of us backing down.
The problem, of course, is that Daniil is on her side. I think Rage is too. That means I might lose this battle, which doesn’t sit well with me.
“You just got tense,” she whispers. “Is it because you think we’re about to fight?”
I didn’t realize being in a relationship means becoming psychic, but she seems to be able to read me like a book.
“Maybe.”
“We’ll work out a compromise.” She pauses. “Right?”
How do I say anything other than yes?
To my annoyance, she giggles before I can respond.
“Okay, I’ll take that as maybe.” Slowly, she lifts herself off me. She walks over to the table, grabs some paper towels, and starts trying to clean up. “Do I look even semi-presentable to our friends or is there no doubt what we’ve been doing?”
“Yes and no.”
She wrinkles her nose but then shrugs. “Well, I don’t care that much. Unless you do?”
“Why would I care that people know I just made love to my woman?”
She shakes her head. “You sound like a caveman when you say that.”
“Should I stop?”
“Not in the least. It’s kind of hot when you get all caveman-y.”
“Babe.” My tone is light but serious so she cocks her head curiously. “You sure spanking you was okay? You enjoyed it in the moment but I don’t want there to be any…bad memories associated with it.”
“Bad mem—oh.” She shakes her no. “No. They didn’t spank me—they hit me. What we do is completely different.”
“I wanted to be sure because you liked it. You also seemed very sexually frustrated with your inability to move your legs, as if you were restrained. So, I wondered if we might try that for real at some point?”
“Tying me up?” She nods. “I’d be down. I think my lack of experience with these types of things isn't a lack of interest so much as a lack of trust.”
Those words hit me right in the heart.
She trusts me.
Not just in a bodyguard way.
She trusts me. Landon. The man. Her man.
I reach out and pull her close, lowering my head to lightly kiss her. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Trusting me.”
“I imagine lots of people trust you—with their very lives, no less.”
“Yes, but this is more important. You’re trusting me with your heart.”
“I am.” She winds her arms around my neck and buries her head in my chest. “I hope you trust me with yours.”
Before I can answer, there are steps on the stairs again.
“Are you two decent?” Rage’s voice. “Silver and his men are here.”
“Talk about a mood breaker,” she mutters.
“We’ll have our talk later. Promise.”
“Okay.”
I tell Rage we’re on our way and take Allora’s hand as we go down the stairs. Just before we get to the door leading to the hallway, I pause to smooth down her hair.
“Am I a mess?” she asks worriedly. “Our friends are one thing—my dad is another.”
“You’re a little…rumpled. Beautiful, but you’ve definitely just been fucked hard.” I grin in spite of myself.
“Landon.”
“There’s a bathroom right when we get out of the stairway. Freshen up. I’ll entertain the Demons.”
“Thank you.”
I walk toward the lobby, and sure enough, Silver, Tex, and a few of the other guys are all there. All in their leather vests and biker boots and bad attitudes.
“Where’s Allora?” Silver demands.
“She’s mad at me,” I say, knowing it’ll distract them from how well-fucked she looks.
“Why?” Silver asks, his voice dropping an octave.
I roll my eyes, playing into his overprotectiveness. “She wants to use herself as bait to draw out the kidnappers. I don’t.”
No one says a word.
“I don’t like it either,” Tex says, folding his arms over his chest. “Silver, you need to—”
Silver eyes him. “Stop telling me how to handle my daughter.”
“None of this would’ve happened if you’d handled her!” he snaps.
Silver turns to him and—I don’t scare easily but this guy genuinely gives me pause when he’s mad—points a finger. “Tell me again how to handle my daughter.”
Tex knows when he’s overstepped and holds up his hands placatingly. “I just mean, if we kept her in the fold, no one would dare touch her.”
Silver doesn’t move. “I’m not telling her where to live or who to marry.”
“So, you’re going to let her get with some punk bodyguard?” He jerks a thumb in my direction.
I meet Rage’s eyes.
Did he just call me a punk?
“Last I checked, she’s not engaged to anyone.”
“You think she’s not spreading her legs for this guy?” There he goes with the thumb in my direction again.
But this time I move before he can say anything else, stopping when my face is a millimeter from his. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Tex puts his hands on my chest and shoves. Except it takes more than some biker asshole to move me.
“Don’t do that,” I say in the most reasonable voice I can manage. Tex has no idea who he’s messing with if he thinks he can talk about Allora like that.
“Or what?” Tex taunts.
He definitely has balls.
Too bad I’m going to shove them down his throat in a minute.
“You keep her name out of your mouth,” I say.
“Grim.” Daniil calls my name but I ignore him.
“Who’s gonna make me?” Tex takes a swing but I sidestep it and arch a brow.
“Really? You want to do this?”
“Fuck you.” He swings again, and I catch his fist in my hand, effectively stopping him from moving.
“God dammit.” Tex puts his head down and drives his shoulder into my chest, pushing me back a few feet, but I allow it just so I can get my balance.
Then, before he can take another swing, I grab him by the arm, twist it behind his back and put pressure in just the right spot as I slam him against the wall.
“We done?” I ask calmly. “Because I’m about to dislocate your shoulder.”
“Grim.” Daniil’s voice is louder now.
“Fuck!” Tex yelps as I add just a touch of pressure.
I really want to hurt him.
“All right, that’s enough.” Silver’s voice isn’t menacing or even imposing. It’s just a quiet, simple command, announcing that play time is over.
I release Tex but whip him around so I can look into his face. “You ever talk about Allora disrespectfully again, I won’t hesitate to break both your arms. You understand me?”
“Fuck you.” He rubs his shoulder, glaring.
I turn and look at Silver. “He’s not going to talk about her like that.”
“Agreed.” Silver looks at Tex. “You ever talk about my daughter in that tone of voice again, you won’t have to worry about him—you’ll answer to me.”
“She doesn’t know what’s good for her,” Tex grunts. “Someone has to show her what—”
“That’s enough.” Allora’s voice is steady as she approaches, but her eyes are blazing. “What do you think this is, the 1950s? You think you can just run my life, show me what’s good for me?”
“If we were together, you wouldn’t have been kidnapped!” he snaps.
“You don’t know that!” she yells. “It could have happened at the grocery store or—”
“You weren’t at the grocery store! You were having some kind of girls’ night, probably wearing—”
Before anyone can intervene, her hand shoots out and she slaps him across the face.
That’s my girl.
I can’t help but smirk at the look on Tex’s face.
“Were you about to say it was my fault? That me getting kidnapped was because I met my girlfriends downtown and had one single solitary glass of wine? I was raped because I wore shorts and flats?” Her voice is getting louder as she continues.
“That I was brutalized because I dared to stay out past nine o’clock on a weeknight?
” Her chest is heaving now, fists clenched at her sides.
“Is that what you’re trying to say, Tex? ”
“Yes!” he yells, practically growling as he gets in her face.
“Back. Off.” My voice is low, but I won’t hesitate to break his neck if he gets any closer.
He must notice the change in my tone, and at the very least Silver does, because he puts a hand between Tex and Allora.
“Back up,” he commands.
Tex only hesitates a fraction of a second before he does.
“This is exactly why I walked away from your life.” Allora turns to her father.
“Men like him. Not only are they prevalent in the club, you allow them to do it. And the sad thing is, you probably agree with him. You believe that this wouldn’t have happened if I just towed the line and lived your lifestyle. ”
“I never said that,” Silver says, voice laced with frustration.
“But you didn’t deny it either.” Allora looks like she wants to cry and slowly turns and walks out of the room.
“Dammit, Silver, this is—” Tex begins but to my surprise, Rage steps in.
“Do you ever shut up?” he demands. “Do you not see the shit storm you started? And instead of backing off, letting father and daughter work things out, you’re doubling down.” Rage towers over Tex menacingly.
“I think everyone needs to calm down.” Daniil is using his politician voice to lower the temperature in the room. “I didn’t realize you were stopping by today, Silver, but let’s convene in the conference room and talk.”
Tex gives me one last dirty look before turning his back.
I’d be willing to bet he won’t fuck with me again.