Chapter 11 #2
He chuckled. “I’m helping with rides. Andre dragged me out tonight and then coerced me into driving a bunch of drunk women home after a night…” He trailed off as he looked around. “With a bunch of dicks.”
I snorted. “Yes, but none of them were real.”
“That’s a shame.”
I opened my mouth to say something. I don’t know what I was going to say. My gaze slammed into his, and all thoughts fled my brain. All thoughts except that I wanted his dick.
Landon chuckled. “Maybe when you’re not drunk.”
I slapped a hand over my mouth. “Did I say that out loud?”
“I think that means it’s time to get you home.”
I nodded and let him lead me outside into the cold night. It was dark, most of the town sound asleep already.
Landon’s hand was warm on my back as he guided me to his SUV. He opened the front door and steadied me while I balanced all my dicks and tried to hoist myself up. His hands went to my hips, his body pressed against my back.
He stilled for a minute, drawing a breath.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I realized he was working to gain enough strength to lift my oversized body into the vehicle.
“You smell good,” he whispered into my hair.
“What?”
“You smell like blackberries and lilac.” He shivered against me, and I felt something thick against my backside that wasn’t there a minute ago.
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…” He hoisted me up into the seat and slammed the door before I had a chance to think about exactly what was happening.
I stared as he walked around the front of the vehicle. He stopped next to his door, head down and lips moving like he was giving himself a pep talk.
He lifted his head and locked eyes with me.
The breath swept out of my lungs so fast it made me dizzy. The lust in his eyes… Was it lust? I’d never had a man look at me like he was.
He yanked open the door and climbed in next to me, tearing his gaze from mine and gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. “I know this isn’t part of our deal. I’m sorry I crossed a line.”
“What line did you cross?” And can you cross is a little farther?
“You wanted to know how to flirt with someone else, not me. We’re not… You’re not looking for anything beyond sex. I get it. I won’t cross that line again and put my hands on you.”
“I liked your hands on me,” I whispered.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Casey.”
The word was pained, like it was taking something from him to groan my name.
Laughter cut through the air as others came out of the theater. Landon cranked up the SUV and pulled away from the curb without another word.
It was only a few seconds before he was parking in front of my building. A few more before he was opening my door.
“Are you coming in?” I blurted.
He chuckled. “I would love to, but I think you need some sleep.”
“I’m fine.”
“You fell asleep on the drive here.”
“No, I didn’t. It’s like five minutes away.”
“And yet, you were sleeping.”
“I guess I’m drunker than I realized.”
“Which is why I’m going to walk you to your apartment and leave you with all your dicks.”
I looked down at all the dicks in my hands and knew without a doubt in the world that I would rather leave all of them behind and play with his.
But I couldn’t say that to him.
I twisted my mouth to keep the words inside and nodded.
He helped me slide from the seat and collected the penises I dropped on the sidewalk. We shuffled my collection so I could get my keys and unlock the front door.
Landon followed me quietly up the stairs to my apartment. His footsteps were soft on the carpeted stairs, but I could feel his presence right behind me. He was close enough to catch me if I stumbled, or if I swayed against his body.
I was tempted, but I didn’t want to risk hurting us both.
We made it to my door, and he leaned against the wall as I unlocked the door. I reached in and flipped the light on. “Do you want to come in for a minute?”
He stared into my eyes, neither of us moving or breathing for several long beats, then he nodded.
I walked inside, holding the door for him to follow. He grabbed it and let it close quietly, mindful of my neighbors. I went to the kitchen to deposit my dicks on the table.
Landon followed, setting his part of my cock collection down.
I snorted a laugh.
“What are you laughing at?”
“There’s never been even one dick in this apartment since I moved in. Now there’s a few dozen.”
He chuckled with me, the soft puff of his breath on my neck dragging my gaze up to his.
Again, I got lost in his eyes. Gold circled his widening pupil, giving a brightness to his dark brown eyes. I leaned toward him, drawn in by an invisible force I wasn’t even aware was moving me.
He groaned and closed the distance between us, his lips slamming down on mine and stealing all breath and thought and sanity from me.
I sighed against his lips, smiling at the feel of him against me. His erection grew between us, and I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him close to me.
He kissed my lips with quiet leisure, tasting each of my lips with the firm press of his. His tongue peeked out to slick over my lower lip, and I groaned and licked my tongue along his.
He shivered and drew me closer with a quick inhale. His arms banded around my back, hauling me against my new favorite dick.
I chuckled at the thought, and he withdrew.
“Not the reaction I was hoping for.”
“I was just thinking you have my new favorite dick.”
He snorted. “All these options and you have a favorite?”
I nodded. “Without a doubt.”
His breath left him in a shaky rush. “I should go.”
“Why?”
He smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my jaw, making me shiver. “Because I really want to stay.”
“That makes no sense. If you want to stay, you should stay.”
“Not when you’re drunk, Casey. I don’t want you to regret anything tomorrow, and if I’m here, you might.”
“I won’t.”
“Then tomorrow you can tell me.”
I pouted, but even as my body ached for him, I knew he was right. It was the alcohol that made me bold enough to say the things I’d said to him.
“Lock the door behind me. And drink some water before you go to bed. Maybe take some pain meds.”
I nodded. “I will. Reegan was a fool to let you go.”
He paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Good night, Casey.”
“Good night, Landon.”
He kissed my forehead, and then he was gone.