“You okay?” he asks.
I nod, my throat tight. “Yeah.”
His weight shifts slightly, and he leans down to kiss me. His mouth moves against mine, and one of his hands slides to my side, while the other comes to rest above my head, trapping me beneath his body.
“I want this so bad,” he murmurs against my mouth. “But I won’t take more than you want to give me.”
I pull him back down, my answer clear. His mouth trails from my lips to my jaw, then to my neck.
“Tell me if I need to stop,” he says.
“Don’t,” I breathe. “Please don’t, I need you to fuck me.”
He pushes up to kneeling, so he can take the packet of lube and rip it open, then lathers it over his cock. He doesn’t say anything as he lines himself up and pushes inside me.
“Mmm, fuck,” I moan.
Landon doesn’t rush; he thrusts in and out slowly. I need more, which he must notice because he grabs one of my legs, throws it over his muscular shoulder, and drives into me harder.
The change in pace steals the breath from my lungs. I clutch the seat beneath me as his thrusts keep coming, faster and faster until my head spins.
He leans down, close enough that his breath brushes my ear, and I can’t stop the needy sound that slips out of me.
“Landon,” I breathe out raggedly. “Fuck, I need to come again.”
His eyes lock onto mine as one of his hands comes up to grip my throat, and he fucks me into the back seat of his truck until we both spill over into oblivion.
Chapter Twenty-One
Abby
I wake to Levi’s arm slung around my waist—the line with him is getting blurrier. Last night, after his game, he asked if he could catch a ride home with me in the car I’m borrowing from Leila, but the second we stepped through the front door, he was on me like a bad rash. He made it known that my shirt made him want to claim me.
Afterwards, he convinced me we should organize another chase on their day off this week. I sent a message to Tate on the View4U app, but he hasn’t responded. My phone vibrates on the bedside table, and I reach over and pull it off the charger. Levi doesn’t move; I swear he sleeps like the dead. A new message from Tate sits at the top of my screen.
Tate
Is it weird if I say I really need someone to talk to and you’re the only person who would understand?
Me
If I were a normal person, I would probably say it’s weird, but I’m not. Give me five minutes to pee and I will call you.
I try to slip out from beneath Levi, but he grumbles and pulls me tighter to his body.
“I need to pee, let me go.”
“That could be the start of something freaky,” he mumbles.
I whack his arm, and he loosens his grip. “In your dreams, buddy. I am not peeing on you, like ever.”
“Spoilsport.”
He doesn’t move from his face-down position as I maneuver my body from beneath his arm, then I quickly pee and sneak downstairs. I glance at the time on my phone and see it’s almost lunchtime. Shit, I didn’t think it was that late. I sneak into what looks like an office, though I’m sure it has never been used for that purpose, and sit behind the desk, kicking my legs up on the expansive wooden surface. Bringing up Tate’s contact, I hit the dial button, and he answers after the first two rings.
“Hey,” he says. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”
“You didn’t—I should have been up hours ago. What’s up?”
