Fool for You by Kelly Elliott

Emmerson

THE SOUND OF Landon’s constant, rhythmic heartbeat should have lulled me to sleep, but I was wide awake. I moved my finger in small circles on his chest as I lay in his arms in the back of his truck. We had crawled under one of the quilts, and Landon had held me after we both caught our breaths from another mind-blowing lovemaking session.

I smiled, thinking about how perfect this all felt. Landon was the first man I had ever had sex with and not used a condom. He was the first man I’d ever had an orgasm with during sex. And he was the first man to ever make me long for something I’d never had before. I just couldn’t put my finger on what it was. It felt like this longing had always been deep down inside of me, but now I could finally feel it. And I knew I needed to explore it more.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Landon whispered.

“I feel so…content. So happy,” I truthfully replied.

He held me a bit tighter. “Me too. It’s weird—I feel like this moment was meant to happen. That the universe was simply waiting on us to make it happen.”

I moved my head and rested my chin on his chest. “Yes! That’s exactly it.”

He smiled down at me. “As much as I’ve doubted not telling our folks about us actually dating, I’m glad we haven’t said anything yet. I’m glad we don’t have any added pressure.”

“Me too. At some point, though, we’re going to have to tell them.”

“Yeah, I know. I sorta like it just being us right now. Living in this little bubble and not having anyone push us or offer advice.”

I laid my head back on his chest. “Have any of your friends said anything about the engagement?”

“Yeah, most of them have reached out. The guys at the shop got in a good round of teasing and told me I was now ruined for life.”

A chuckle slipped from my lips.

“You?” he asked.

“Oh yeah. And most were not happy I’d kept our ‘relationship’ a secret.”

Landon laughed. “If they only knew.”

I felt my grin widen. “It’s been pretty easy to push off their questions. Most of them said they’d always suspected something was between us. Which isn’t surprising since everyone always has.”

He lightly moved his fingers over my arm. “Now that Hailey’s marriage is off, how long do we play this fake engagement for?”

I swallowed hard. I wanted to ask him if he wanted to end it now, but a part of me didn’t want to let it go. I was actually looking forward to the cake tasting and the engagement party. And the venue shopping. What in the hell was wrong with me? But Landon beat me to the answer.

“I don’t think it should be anytime soon,” Landon mused. “Especially with it still being posted about in the media.”

Nodding, I replied, “I agree. Plus, I really want to go to this one venue and check it out. It’s fairly new.”

A deep rumble came from his chest. “Truth be told, I want to go to the cake tasting.”

I lifted my head to look at him once more. “Really?”

His cheeks flushed some. “Yes. I know that’s terrible to admit.”

“I don’t think so! I’ve already started my post about it!”

We both fell into a fit of laughter.

“Aw shit,” Landon said on an exhale. “We might as well have fun with it, right?”

“Right. I mean, no one’s getting hurt. If anything, and if I’m being honest, it’s brought so much attention to my business. I’m actually thinking of hiring an assistant to help me out with some things, especially emails. All these businesses have been emailing me to use their services or products for the wedding.”

He pulled his head back, so he could look at me. “That’s great, Emme.”

I smiled, then bit down on my lip. “I do feel sorta bad, though, that the stuff they’re sending will never actually be used.”

“Well, share them with some of your brides.”

“That’s a great idea, Landon.”

He smiled, and I nearly sighed at the sight of those dimples. They seemed to catch the rays of moonlight filtering through the tree.

“What about this engagement party?” I asked. “Do I still let Autumn throw it?”

Landon reached over to a small bag that was sitting off in the upper corner of his truck. He reached inside and pulled out a small ring box.

He held it up and looked at it. “It would be a shame not to show off this ring I got for you.”

I quickly sat up, allowing the quilt to fall and expose the upper part of my naked body to the chilled air. Landon’s eyes went down at my breasts, and I was almost positive I saw his nostrils flare.

“Let me see it!” I said in an excited voice.

He laughed and opened the box. I gasped as I looked down at the ring and then snapped my gaze back up to meet his.

“Landon. How did…when did you…” I was staring down at the exact ring I had described to him two years ago. I had seen it in an antique store in Italy when I was there with my mother, Addie, and Hailey on our annual girls’ trip.

“After you told me about the ring and talked nonstop about it, I asked my mom if she remembered you seeing an old antique ring in Italy. She said she remembered and told me the name of the town. I started calling all the stores there and finally found the right one. I paid for it over the phone, and they mailed me the ring.”

My mouth fell open. “They mailed you the ring? Landon, this ring was expensive! Very expensive! And wait…”

I let everything fall into place in my mind and then gasped again. “You’ve had this ring for two years, and you’ve just been holding onto it? Why?”

He shrugged. “I never knew the right time to give it to you. It’s technically an engagement ring, and well…I never thought I’d be asking you… I mean, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t dreamed of asking you to marry me…” Landon’s voice trailed off. “Anyway, we’re in a fake engagement now, and I’ve been wanting to give it to you, so this is perfect. When we call the engagement off, it’s yours to keep, of course.”

I smiled, but a part of me grew sad at the idea of calling off our fake engagement. I suddenly wanted this fake engagement to be a real one. The thought was crazy, but a part of me wondered if maybe Landon felt the same way—though now was not the time to ask him.

I brushed those feelings to the side and held out my hand. “What are you waiting for? Put it on!”

Landon laughed as he pulled the stunning ring out of the box.

“I can’t believe you had them mail this, Landon.”

He laughed. “They insured it, and it was sent express.”

I shook my head, staring down at the ring. It was a platinum band with a cushion-cut diamond surrounded by mine-cut diamonds. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it.

“The setting is so ornate and classic,” I said softly. “But Landon, you paid so much for it. Why?”

When I looked up from the stunning, nearly two-carat diamond, our eyes locked.

“Why? Because when you talked about this ring, I could hear the happiness in your voice. You fell in love with it the moment you saw it, or at least that was what you said. I knew I had to get it for you, even though I knew it was an engagement ring. I guess I figured I could give it to you someday. I just wasn’t sure how you would feel about your best friend giving you an engagement ring.” He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Suddenly, I wanted him to be giving me this ring for a completely different reason. I wanted him to drop down on one knee and ask me to marry him and not because of a fake engagement.

My voice cracked when I tried to speak, so I cleared it and said, “I don’t know what to say. Landon, this is the most generous gift anyone has ever given me.”

“Say you’ll wear it and be my fake fiancée.”

Tears threatened to build in my eyes, and my jaw ached from trying to keep them at bay. How was it my life had changed so much in just a few weeks? Was it because I’d been in love with this man for far longer than I had ever wanted to admit? Thinking about Landon not being in my life—as either my best friend or as my lover—was not a thought I even wanted to entertain.

“Y-yes. Of course I will be.”

I slipped on the ring, knowing that deep inside I prayed this so-called fake engagement would lead to a happily ever after. Our happily ever after.

Landon pulled up and parked in front of Sweet Confections Wedding Cakes and Bakery right at six o’clock on the dot. I bounced on the balls of my feet as I waited for him to get out and walk up to me. He leaned down and kissed me, letting the kiss last longer than it probably should have considering we were standing on the sidewalk. He kissed me like he hadn’t seen me in days, and it had only been since this morning.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead on mine. “Shit, I’ve missed you, Emme.”

Butterflies flew in my stomach as I reached up and wiped the lipstick from his lips and giggled. “I missed you too. How did we do this before? Go hours without seeing each other?”

He laughed. “It was easier because we weren’t having sex then.”

I smacked him on the chest and laughed. “Come on, we need to get inside.”

The door chimed at the top of the frame as we walked in. An older woman in her fifties walked out and greeted us with a wide grin.

“You must be Landon and Emmerson. December twenty-first wedding.”

“That’s us!” I said, my voice way too cheerful.

Landon leaned in and whispered against my ear, “Tone it down there, sweetheart.”

Yep, there went my stomach again. I placed my hand over it to settle it and let my wide smile fall a bit. All this man had to do was whisper in my ear, and my stomach was either flipping or my heart was threatening to beat out of my chest. Or I was daydreaming about sex in the back of trucks, in showers, against a door…

My body started to heat up, so I pushed all thoughts of sex and Landon to the back of my mind.

“My name is Lynda, and I’m the owner and head baker here at Sweet Confections. Why don’t you two have a seat right here, and I’ll bring out the flavors.”

Landon clapped his hands together and rubbed them as he made his way over to a table that was set up in the corner of the bakery. Two glasses and a pitcher of water sat in the middle.

As Landon sat, he gave me a boyish smile. “I’m so glad I didn’t eat lunch today.”

Laughing, I shook my head and sat down.

Lynda walked out with a woman about my age, who set two long plates and three small bowls in front of us.

Lynda took a seat and pulled up the paperwork.

“You did say it was okay for me to document our cake tasting, correct?” I asked as I pulled out my phone stand and proceeded to get things set up to record the session.

Lynda smiled. “Of course. Have at it.”

After I got everything set up, I looked over at Landon, who was glaring at me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He gestured to the cupcakes in front of him. “I’ve got like a dozen cupcakes sitting here, and you’re taking entirely too long to set your phone up.”

I smiled and then focused back on Lynda. “We’re ready.”

She chuckled. “Going from left to right, we have our classic vanilla, chocolate, strawberry and cream, pink champagne, lemon, red velvet, and marble. In the bowls, you have our top three bestselling buttercreams. Left to right again is white chocolate mousse, Italian meringue, and then the cream cheese.”

“Damn, they all sound good.” Landon picked up his fork and was about to dig into the vanilla when Lynda continued speaking.

“Now, when we spoke the other day, you mentioned you didn’t have a theme or your colors yet.”

“Correct,” I said, also picking up my fork.

“Do you know approximately how many guests?” Lynda asked.

I gave a little shrug. “Well, if it were up to me, it would be a small event. Family and close friends.”

Landon looked at me. “Really? You want a small wedding?”

I nodded and smiled. “I think so. You?”

He grinned. “Yeah, something small and intimate.”

Lynda cleared her throat. “You haven’t spoken about this yet?”

I quickly turned my head from Landon to Lynda. “Well, we’ve spoken about venues, picked the date, and that’s about all.”

Lynda’s eyes moved down, and she gasped. “Your ring!”

I held out my hand so she could inspect it.

“It’s stunning.”

“Thank you so much. Landon bought it from an antique store in Italy. He’s been holding on to it for two years.”

Lynda gasped. “How romantic!”

I nodded. “I know.” I had already taken a picture of the ring and posted it on Instagram. Let’s just say, Landon earned a lot of brownie points. My followers were already in love with him.

Clearing his throat, Landon asked, “When are we actually tasting the cake at this cake…or cupcake tasting?”

Lynda chuckled. “Go ahead, dig in.”

With a wave of my fork, I said, “Let’s do the vanilla with the chocolate mousse.”

Landon winked. “Sounds good, Emme. Can’t go wrong with vanilla.”

I gave him a nod and we moved on until we had tasted every cupcake with each of the frosting options. My stomach pleaded for me to stop.

“Do we have a favorite?” Lynda asked as I finally sat back and put my fork down.

“Are you not going to finish your cupcakes?” Landon pulled my plate over to him and started to eat the leftovers.

I snarled my lip. “How can you even put any more of that in your mouth?”

He shrugged, shoveling more in. “Told you, I didn’t eat lunch in preparation for the goods.”

I laughed and focused back on Lynda. “I think I like the pink champagne with the white chocolate mousse. Landon, what do you think?”

He was shoving a piece of lemon cake with cream cheese buttercream into his mouth. He pointed at it and rolled his eyes up to the heavens.

“You like the lemon and cream cheese?”

He nodded. “It’s so damn good.”

I smiled and looked at Lynda.

“You could always do cupcakes along with the cake,” she said.

“Or the groom’s cake could be the lemon with the cream cheese,” I replied, opening my notebook and making a few notes.

Landon froze. “Wait…are you saying I get my own cake?”

Lynda and I turned and looked at him as I said, “If you want your own cake.”

Those blue eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. “You mean, like a cake I can have decorated any way I want?”

I laughed. Lynda held up her hand, clearly having dealt with many a bride who’d allowed their husbands to have a groom’s cake, but hadn’t allowed them to pick the type of cake or design.

Before she could shatter Landon’s dreams, I quickly replied, “Yes. The groom’s cake is all yours. The flavor, the style, colors. It’s all yours.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “It’s got to be a car. Maybe a fifty-five Ford truck. Or we could even do a race car.”

I glanced around to see if anyone else heard how hard and fast my heart was beating. Landon wasn’t acting. He was dead serious.

“Do you like cars?” Lynda asked.

Landon laughed. “I used to race in NASCAR, and I own a restoration shop here in town.”

She lifted her brows. “Oh, well, isn’t that nice!” Then she turned back to me. “Now, Emmerson, tell me who your wedding planner is, and I’ll be sure to mark her name down.”

“Um, that would be me. I’m planning the wedding.”

Lynda raised a single brow, looking displeased. Okay, why in the world would she have a problem with a bride handling her own wedding planning?

“Is that going to be a problem?” I asked.

“No! No, of course not!”

I plastered on a fake smile. “Good. You see, I plan weddings for a living, and honestly, I cannot imagine anyone else doing any of the planning for me.”

That made Lynda sit up and take notice. “Do you now? What’s the name of your business?”

“Serendipity Wedding Planning,” Landon said with a proud smile on his handsome face. I reached over and wiped off the icing that was on the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, I sucked the icing from my finger and watched Landon’s eyes hood with lust.

I moved in my seat in a sad attempt to ignore the way my lower stomach now pulsed with a desire that only the man sitting next to me could satiate.

Lynda smiled. “Oh, I’ve heard such wonderful things about Serendipity Wedding Planning. What an honor to have you here as a bride!” She quickly launched into a speech about deposits and time frames as Landon leaned over and whispered in my ear, “We need to leave. Now.”

Then he stood up. Fast.

I stood, too, as did Lynda.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “You look like you’re about to…”

My voice trailed off as I realized I’d seen that look on Landon’s face before. We were only around twelve and ten, camping with Hailey and Noah out in the backyard of our folks’ place. We had each packed our own dinner that night, and it was obvious that Landon and Noah had grabbed whatever they thought sounded good. Landon had eaten a bag of chocolates, half a stick of smoked cheddar cheese, at least five Slim Jims, and some olives that Hailey had brought, not to mention an entire bag of M&Ms. Thirty minutes after eating all of that, he got sick and threw up in the tent.

After that, Hailey insisted that Landon had to pitch his own tent while the rest of us shared. I couldn’t really blame her; after all, Landon had thrown up all over his sister. To this day, he still can’t eat olives, claiming that one had gotten stuck in his nose when he was throwing up so hard.

“Oh no.” I quickly grabbed my phone, but I didn’t stop recording as I placed it on the table and then yanked the stand down and shoved it into my bag. Landon moaned, and I knew we had precious seconds left before he threw up.

“Now, did you want to think about doing a donut wall?” Lynda asked in a panicked voice. She either thought she was about to lose our business, or she had somehow not heard Landon moan.

He groaned even louder.

“Lynda, I’ve got to get him out of here before he gets sick.”

Laughing, she waved her hand to dismiss me. “I’ve seen plenty of men eat a lot more than Landon did. He’ll be fine. Did you want to think about booking, maybe putting a deposit down?”

Landon started to sway.

“Landon, are you okay?” I asked, reaching out to steady him.

He shook his head. “I’m seriously going to throw up.”

Lynda finally realized what was happening. We had a code red on our hands.

“We’ve got a puker!” I said, quickly looking around for anything that Landon could throw up in.

“No! God, no! Not in the shop!” Lynda cried out.

“Landon covered his mouth while I searched frantically. There was a canvas bag hanging over the back of the chair he’d been sitting in. I grabbed it, opened it, and nearly pushed Landon over as I thrust it up near his mouth. Not a second later, he was throwing up.

“Oh…oh dear…oh no.” I turned to see Lynda standing there, her mouth over her hand.

“No, no, Lynda. Walk away. Run! Close your eyes and sing Christmas songs!” I shouted. Landon sounded like he was throwing up his right lung.

“I’m going to be sick.” Lynda turned away and rushed through the small eating area toward the back of the bakery.

“I hope she makes it to the bathroom,” I whispered and then turned back to see that Landon was only dry heaving now. “You should have eaten lunch. All that sugar probably put your body into fight-or-flight mode.”

He groaned.

“Done?” I asked.

“I think so,” Landon replied, sitting back down in the chair. “I’m glad no one else was in here, or I’m pretty sure that would have been bad for business.”

I tied the handles together to close the bag and tried not to gag myself. A younger girl came rushing out.

“Lynda is throwing up in the bathroom!” she shouted.

“I know. Landon—I mean, my fiancé—ate too many cupcakes. Do you happen to have a trash bag and a dumpster I can throw this out in?”

The young girl’s eyes went from the bag to Landon to me. She looked like she wanted to gag too. “Yeah, let me get a bag. And the dumpster is around on the side of the building; you can toss it in there.”

After everything was cleaned up, and Lynda and Landon had recovered from their episodes, I told Lynda I would be in touch. Even after all of that, she seemed pretty excited, and I felt kind of bad that I wouldn’t actually be ordering any cakes from her. At least, not for a December wedding.

When we stepped outside, Landon drew in a deep breath and exhaled. “I blame you for that.”

“Me?” I asked as I stopped to look at him. “How on Earth am I to blame for you eating entirely too many cupcakes?”

“You got me all excited. First with the groom’s cake—which, by the way, I want lemon and the cheese cake buttercream frosting. You can do whatever you want for the main cake.”

My heart jumped slightly as a small little bloom of something started in my chest.

“Then that little stunt with the icing and sucking it off your finger. I damn near dragged you into the bathroom to fuck you right there.”

I gasped, my lips slightly parting. “That would have been fun.”

Landon looked at me and then pointed. “See? See what I mean?” He grabbed my hand, and we started toward his truck.

“What are you doing, Landon?” I asked.

“Taking you to my place.”

“I drove!” I said, starting to laugh.

Landon stopped and looked at my car parked in front of his truck and then back at me. “Get your ass in your car, and meet me at my house.”

“You just got sick, and you want to go back to your place and have sex?”

Landon walked around his truck, opened the driver’s door, and said, “Yes, I feel fine now. See you in a few minutes.”

I stood there, stunned, as Landon started his truck and then pulled out onto the street and headed off in the direction of his place.

With a chuckle, I pulled out my phone and noticed it was still recording. Thank God it wasn’t live. I took a picture of the outside of the bakery, opened Instagram, and typed, “Went for a cake tasting session today with Landon. Let’s just say you shouldn’t skip lunch before eating cupcakes, and you really shouldn’t wipe icing off of your man’s lips. More to come…”

With a smile, I slipped into my car and headed over to Landon’s house.

The garage door to Landon’s place was open, so I pulled in. It was one of those three-car garages, so Landon could park his truck in it, and also allow another car to park inside. His house wasn’t over the top, but it wasn’t small and quaint like mine. It was just over three-thousand square feet, and besides his kitchen and bedroom, Landon mostly hung out in the large game room or in the theater room he had built above his massive garage.

I got out of my car and walked toward the door that led into the mudroom of Landon’s house. I hit the button to shut the garage door, and then took a deep breath before slowly letting it out. I wasn’t entirely sure why I felt nervous, but my stomach was all aflutter. It wasn’t like we hadn’t slept together since the other night at our folks’ ranch. Any time we were alone, we seemed to be either making out or making love. But we hadn’t been to Landon’s place yet.

“It’s all the sugar,” I whispered as I walked into the kitchen and glanced around. Landon’s kitchen was beautiful. My mother and his mother both helped him design and decorate it when he’d had the house built. Hailey had actually lived in Landon’s house for about six months after it was built, when Landon was still racing. She made lots of use of his gourmet kitchen. The colors were soft whites and grays, with an island so big you could fit twenty people around it.

Okay, maybe ten.

The large kitchen was flanked by a breakfast nook that overlooked the ten acres of land Landon had built on. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the view, and I had to stop and look at it every time.

As I walked by the formal dining room, I laughed. It sat empty because Landon refused to buy another table. He said the one in the kitchen worked fine.

The large family room was part of the huge, open layout and contained a brown leather sofa and loveseat, as well as the recliner. With a grin, I tucked the idea of sex in that recliner away for future use.

Landon’s house was two stories, with four bedrooms upstairs and the main bedroom downstairs, and a smaller bedroom right next door. At the time, Addie had suggested that Landon use it as a home office for the restoration shop, but I knew she longed for it to be a nursery someday.

I paused, staring down the hallway at that room. As I made my way toward it, my heart started to beat faster in my chest. Once I stepped inside, I looked around. Landon hadn’t made it his office. It sat empty, and for some crazy reason, I let my imagination run wild as I pictured it having a soft blue theme, with decorations of baby animals and flowers and even race cars placed throughout the room.

Exhaling, I walked over to the oversized window that looked out onto the backyard. I leaned against the windowsill and closed my eyes as I got lost in a dream.

“Emme?”

I let out a small scream at the sound of Landon’s voice, and I spun around, my hand over my heart. “God, you scared me to death!”

He smiled and my insides melted.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I heard you come in. What are you doing in here?” he asked, walking up to me and brushing a stray piece of hair back from my face. I tried not to let it show that my body was trembling at the slightest touch from this man.

Letting out a soft chuckle, I replied, “I haven’t been to your place in so long, I was surprised to see this room still empty. I thought you were going to use it for an office?”

Landon looked around the empty room with its soft beige walls. Then he shrugged. “I don’t know, I just usually work up in the game room or in the living room. I didn’t really see the need to make this into a room I won’t use.”

I nodded, knowing I shouldn’t ask the next question. “What do you plan on doing with it then?”

He shrugged. “Nothing. I mean, I’m sure someday I might need it, you know, for a kid’s room or something.”

And there went my ovaries. They exploded into a million pieces. Yes, sign me up for filling this room with little Landons, please.

I shook my crazy thoughts away—then paused for a moment. Why were they crazy? We loved each other, we were in a very physical relationship, and we were fake engaged. Or were we? With Landon giving me his demands for his groom’s cake, I was feeling more and more confused. I was also clearly moving way too fast with my thoughts. And possibly my feelings.

With a smile I asked, “How do you feel?”

Landon looked into my eyes, and my knees went weak at what I saw in his baby blues.

“I can’t stop picturing you sticking your finger in your mouth and licking that damn icing off of it. I want to roll my body in frosting and have you work your tongue all over me.”

Okay, that made me have to clench my thighs together. “Or I could drop down right here and work my tongue on something else.”

Landon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then he shook his head. “No, not in this room.”

I laughed. “Why not?”

“Just not in this room, Emme.” He took my hand in his and nearly dragged me out of the empty room. He turned to the left, and before I knew it, we stood in the middle of his massive bedroom.

With a wicked smile, I reached out and started to unbutton his jeans.

“Emme, you don’t have to…”

“I want to.”

He closed his eyes, and I could tell he was already picturing it. That made me feel so powerful. I wanted to bring this man to his knees with my mouth.

Landon had already taken his shoes off, so after I slid his pants down his legs, he kicked them off and away from us. I looked at the large bulge in his boxers and groaned.

He didn’t wait for me to remove them. Moving faster than I had ever seen him move before, he had the boxers off and flying across the room in seconds. I had already dropped my purse on the kitchen counter when I walked in, so I slipped my heels off and pulled my cream silk blouse out of my navy dress pants. I was glad to see I hadn’t gotten any frosting or cake on the outfit. I’d had to meet with one of my couples before I met Landon, and I hadn’t had time to go home and change first.

Landon helped me take my shirt off, and I noticed how carefully he draped it over a chair that sat in one of the corners of the room. He did the same thing with my pants. Then he turned and licked his lips, letting his eyes trail over every inch of my body.

“Fuck, you look good in a lace bra and panties, Emme. Your body is so…so beautiful.”

I felt my cheeks heat. I knew I was a few pounds heavier than I would have ideally liked to be, but I still felt sexy, and from the way Landon stared at me, I looked sexy as well. “Do you want me to keep them on or take them off?” I asked, running my fingers along the lace of my bra.

“Keep them on,” he said in a strained voice.

My gaze traveled down his beautiful body to the very erect and hard penis that bounced against his tight stomach. The light brushing of dark hair around his dick had me licking my lips.

“Keep looking at me like that, Emme, and I’m going to come the moment you put me in your mouth.”

Smirking, I dropped down to my knees and cupped his balls softly in my hand as I ran my tongue around the precum escaping from the tip of his penis.

Landon hissed. “Yes, God, Emme.”

I hadn’t even taken him into my mouth yet, and he was already saying my name. I loved how that made me feel. Landon had brought out some amazing orgasms in me, and now I wanted to do the same for him. I slowly put him into my mouth and took him as deep as I could.

“Fucking hell,” Landon said before he let out a long, low growl. He buried his fingers into my hair and slowly guided my head at the speed he wanted. I curled my hand around his shaft and worked it in the same direction as my mouth, twirling my tongue at the tip when I came up. When I cupped his balls again, Landon jerked. I took him into my mouth again, sucking harder and moving faster. I could feel his body tremble, and it only encouraged me to keep going.

“Emme, I’m so fucking close. God, you drive me crazy. That mouth…that…perfect…mouth.”

I moaned, and that did Landon in. He let out a gasp and a warning that he was about to come. I placed my tongue under his head and pumped my hand as he dug his fingers into my hair tighter and then came with my name falling off his lips. I loved the feeling of making him come this way. Of knowing it was me who could bring him such pleasure.

Before I knew what was happening, he reached down and picked me. In one movement I was on the bed and my pretty lace panties were shredded in his hands. Landon placed his mouth over my clit and slipped his fingers inside of me as I cried out in pleasure.

“Yes. Oh God, yes!” I cried as he licked and sucked at me like I was his favorite dessert.

He pulled his mouth away right as I felt my orgasm building. “Landon!” I shouted. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

He placed his hand on my lower stomach and smiled up at me before he returned to his previous position, and I exploded. It felt like I broke into a million pieces in the most glorious way. My body trembled, and my lower stomach went into what I could only describe as a spasm of pure pleasure. I screamed Landon’s name before I frantically pulled away from him.

“Too much. I can’t…I can’t take any more.”

Before I even had a chance to come down from my high, I felt his weight on me and I opened my eyes. He pushed inside of me with his eyes locked on mine, and I was lost once again when another powerful orgasm rocked me to my core.

“Jesus, Emme.” Landon pressed his mouth to mine as he moved in and out of me. I turned my head to the side, dragging my mouth from his as I gasped for air.

“Oh no. No, no, no, no!” I called out, feeling another buildup. There was no way. No possible way I was going to come again.

“Come again, Emme. Do it now!”

As if his words were my commandment, I fell, and he fell with me.

I wasn’t even sure how long Landon stayed inside of me before he slowly pulled out and rolled over onto his back. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath. When his hand found mine, he laced our fingers together.

“Don’t ever leave me, Emme.”

Those five words sounded like a plea, not simply a statement. I turned my head to look at him as he stared straight up at the ceiling. I knew he felt it too. This connection that we had. It was powerful, consuming, and it both thrilled me and scared me to death.

I gave him the answer that was in my heart. “I won’t.”

He turned, and our eyes locked. “Promise me.”

I swallowed hard and rolled onto my side, the evidence of his presence still in my body. “I promise you, Landon. I’ll never leave.”

He pulled me on top of him, and we kissed as if it were the first time. It was slow and soft. Deep and oh-so meaningful.

Landon rolled me over and slowly made love to me until we were so spent that we fell asleep in each other’s arms, too exhausted to even get up and shower. Landon had used the tissues by his bed to do his best to clean us both off before he pulled me into his arms and held me like he was afraid I would sneak away.

I fell asleep to the soft sounds of his breathing and the beating of his heart against my body.