The Object of His Desire

by S. R. Watson

  “Where are we going?” I ask puzzled.

  “We’re going to shower and then getting back in this bed so I can hold you.” Needless to say, Landon brings me to three more orgasms before we actually shower. We are both spent by the time we make it to bed. I don’t know who drifts off first.

  I reach for Landon, but his side of the bed is empty. It’s funny how after a few days, I already think of the left as his side of the bed. It’s cold so I know he has been gone for a while. It’s Saturday and he said he didn’t have practice today. Maybe he is making us breakfast. I slip a t-shirt over my naked body and peek out my door. I hear his voice in the kitchen and smell coffee brewing. I plan to tip toe and scare the shit out of him, when I see that he is on the phone.

  “What is it Giselle? Why can’t you tell me?” he is pacing the length of the kitchen. “Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. You too.” He ends the call and then looks up and sees me standing there.

  “When is Giselle coming home?” He looks down and away. Is he nervous now?

  “Monday.”

  “What is it?” I grab his face and force him to look at me.

  “She says that we need to talk. I’m just wondering if she has heard about our involvement somehow.”

  “Does that make you nervous?” Is he getting cold feet—having second thoughts.

  “No. Of course not. I just don’t her want to find out from someone else.” He tries to lean down to kiss me, but I back away.

  “Are you going to tell her that we had sex?” I watch him as he fidgets.

  “Honestly. I don’t know. I don’t want to add salt to an already hurtful situation. It will be kind of like kicking her while she’s down. I know I plan to tell her about our past so that she knows this didn’t just develop over the two weeks she’s been gone.”

  “And what happens when she asks did you fuck me? I know as a woman, that would be my first question.” He scrubs his face with his hands. “Are you going to lie?”

  “No. Fuck I wish I didn’t have to say yes to that question if she asks. That is going to be the crushing blow.”

  “Do you regret fucking me Landon? I mean if you hadn’t, you could still be the committed boyfriend she thought you were.” I cross my arms over my chest waiting to see how he answers this.

  “Why do I feel like you’re starting a fight with me?” he asks.

  “I’m not Landon. I just want answers—some insight to your current feelings.”

  “I don’t regret my decision Nevaeh, but I do wish I would have waited to pursue anything with you. I feel like such an ass for having to tell her not only did I cheat with a girl who I pretended not to know, but I’m breaking up with you.” Did I just hear him right? All I hear is remorse for what he’s done to his girlfriend. Last night I was more important than the chaos that was about to ensue. One phone call with her and he’s rethinking his feelings. My heart aches. Deep down I know we didn’t go about things the right way, but the last thing I want to hear is that I’m something that he regrets.

  “Fuck it Landon. Save her the heartbreak. Deny everything!” I scream as I storm off.

  “Nevaeh, stop!” He tries to come after me, but a perfectly timed knock at the front door halts his attempt. “Fuck.” I hear him say. I run to my room and throw on a pair of shorts and put a bra on under my t-shirt. I slide into my flip-flops, grab my phone and head for the front door.

  “Morning Nevaeh,” Gavin smiles.

  “Morning. See you later.” I am a few feet from the door before Landon is on me. “Get the fuck off me Landon.”

  “Trouble in paradise already?” Gavin smiles. Landon picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and marches my ass back toward my room.

  “See yourself out Gavin. We’re busy.” Landon says before slamming my bedroom door.

  “I’ll leave so you can fuck some reason into her,” Gavin laughs and then we hear the front door close.

  “Put me down Landon.”

  “As you wish,” he says as he throws me on the bed. “I told you once you took me into your body that I wouldn’t let you slip through my fingers again.”

  “Yeah, well that was before you admitted that I was your mistake.”

  “What the fuck? I swear you have selective hearing. That is not what I meant at all.” He climbs on the bed with me and pins me down with me on my back.

  “I know you haven’t known Giselle long, but she really is a sweet person. I’m not changing my mind about being with you. I just meant the honorable thing would have been for me to end things with her before pursuing anything with you. Would you really want a guy that has no remorse about that? I’m not a cheater by nature Heaven and that is what is fucking with me. I would never regret loving you.”

  WHEN LANDON IS SURE that I’m not going to run, he scoots off of me and lies next to me. “So what is going to happen on Monday once you tell her the truth? Where would I live? I’m sure I won’t be able to stay here. This is primarily her place right?” Landon props himself on one elbow and looks down at me.

  “I’m going to talk to Gavin this afternoon. He has a two-bedroom apartment and he is currently using that second room as an office. I know he would be willing to let us crash on his couch until I find us another place to stay. I have money saved. I just need time to make the arrangements. If I would have been thinking, I could have already started the process.” A thought just dawns on me. Holy crap. What does all this mean for Peyton? I sit up frantic at the thought of this affecting her.

  “What about Peyton? What if Giselle kicks her out because she is my friend? After all, she’s the one who talked me into moving here. She’s never going to believe that Peyton was clueless about our past.” I palm my forehead. This is so not how I pictured things going. I just came here and fucked everything up.

  “I would hope that Giselle is not that vindictive¸ but worst case scenario, she does have a room at the sorority house.” Oh man. I didn’t even think how this mess could transfer and create a division within their sorority house.

  Peyton has been staying away and I know it has been to give us space, but I need to talk with her. “I need to call her Landon.” He leans down and kisses me on the forehead and my lips feel bereft. I know he’s trying this honorable thing, but shit is already fucked up. There is no rewind button.

  “Okay. You talk to Peyton if that will make you feel better and I’m going to work something out with Gavin. I’ll come back here later and I’ll make you a nice dinner baby. Try not to worry.”

  “I’ll try.” Peyton always has a way of making me feel better. As soon as he is out of the door, I pick up my cell to call her. She says that she’ll be home within the hour. I use this time to wash up and get myself a cup of coffee to calm my nerves.

  “I told you I saw this coming Nevaeh and I knew the risks then. There is no side to choose because it will always be yours. You’re my best friend. I’ve already secured my room at the sorority house because after this, I wouldn’t feel right staying here. I will remain cordial with Giselle, but I couldn’t stay here and expect not one single negative word to come out of her mouth about you.” Peyton takes a seat on the couch and signals for me to join her.

  “I’m so sorry I got you involved in this. I feel like I’m ruining everything. Well I am actually,” I sniffle. Tears sting behind my eyes because this was never my intent.

  Would Landon still want me if he knew about my past? Will he regret breaking up with Giselle when he finds out? I know I should come clean about the real reason I lied to him our senior year, but I’m afraid. His ideal innocent illusion of me would be shattered. I’m tainted goods. The tears fall now, as I can no longer hold them back. I express my fear of Landon’s regret once all this shit bubbles to the surface and Peyton holds me as she attempts to console me.

  “I think he will understand Nevaeh,” she assures. “You may want to tell him sooner rather than later, but only when you’re ready. It’s important to unleash those demons that have you living in consta
nt fear of their appearance.” She wipes the tears from my eyes. “You did what you needed to do to support your family. No shame or judgments here, okay.” I nod and hope that she is right. I snuggle under a throw blanket on the couch while she makes lunch. I’m not very hungry, but I know that I need to eat. She makes some veggie pizza and I nibble a few bites. I spend the remainder of the day curled up on the opposite end of the couch pretending to watch the Lifetime movie marathon she has playing. Guilt eats at me for the chaos I’m about to bring down on this house along with my continued silence about my past. Landon deserves to know the truth before he breaks up with his girlfriend, but I’m a coward. I’m afraid to lose him. I’m even more afraid that he wouldn’t leave Giselle at all if he knew the truth.

  When Landon comes back. This is where he finds me—on the couch, vegetating. He has a couple grocery bags in hand and I’m curious to see what he has in them. He sets them down on the kitchen counter and comes sit next to me. “Are you feeling any better?”

  “Yes,” I lie. He quirks that sexy eyebrow of his and I can’t help but smile.

  “No you don’t, but I have plans to fix that.” He gets up and instructs me to stay put. “Peyton, make sure she doesn’t look in the bags,” he says acknowledging her presence for the first time. She half waves him off, but nods in agreement. He disappears around the corner and I can hear him in our bathroom. He comes back maybe fifteen minutes later to get me.

  “Come on. I’ve drawn a bath for you to relax the day away while I make you a nice dinner.” Again, I’m staring at the same set up. Tea lights surround a bubble bath. The music playing softly in the background is new. Miley Cyrus’ “Adore You” plays from his phone that he has synced to the Bluetooth speakers. A lone tear escapes my eye. This is overwhelmingly sweet.

  “I didn’t picture you as a Miley type of guy,” I sniffle. He gathers my hands in his before kissing me tenderly.

  “I’m not Heaven. This playlist has been created just for you. As you relax in the tub, just know that every song was handpicked to convey all the words my heart can’t express enough.”

  This tender moment is exactly what I needed to gain some perspective. He hugs me briefly before ushering me toward the tub.

  “Enjoy. I’ll be back to get you once dinner is done.”

  “Okay.” Once he is gone, I undress and step into the flowery fragrant water; I feel pebbles beneath my feet. A quick glance across the room and I spy a bag of sea salt. He has truly thought of everything. Today’s stress and worries fade as I sink lower into the tub. I listen to an assortment of songs from various artists about losing love, finding love, and undeniable love. The common theme here is all about love. You would never guess from Landon’s alter ego, the Thor persona, that he could be such a romantic. I wonder how much of this part of himself has he shown to Giselle? Especially since she calls him Thor. I still think that is weird.

  I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know Landon is shaking me with a terry cloth towel in his hand. I step out of the tub and let him dry me off. He pauses between my legs and I can see the naughty detour his thoughts have taken. “Finish drying yourself and meet me in the dining room,” he smiles cheekily. “If I continue, your dinner will get cold.” I can’t help but giggle because I guessed it.

  “Laugh now Heaven. All bets are off later.” The smile disappears from my face. I thought he felt guilty about us being sexually involved before he has officially broken it off with Giselle.

  “I thought you regretted pursuing things with me before breaking up with Giselle—that you hated being a cheater,” I retort.

  “If we sustain from being involved from this point on, the past can’t be undone. There is no turning back Heaven.” With that he leaves me to get dressed into the shorts and tank he brought in for me. Of course he is right. No matter what happens from this point; he is still considered a cheater—regardless of the underlying circumstances.

  I take a seat at the dining table as instructed and wait for him to bring out this gourmet meal he has been working on. He pours me a glass of white wine, the same one from that first dinner he made. Pouilly Fumé, I think. The first couple of sips relax me further. He sets a salad in front of me and I roll my eyes. It looks appetizingly good, but I’m starving now. He chuckles at my questioning stare at my plate.

  “I’m starting you off with my favorite salad. It’s an asparagus and prosciutto salad with Sherry dressing.” He winks at my naivety at how this whole order of dinner thing works. “The main course is coming next.” He sits across from me and I dig in. This salad is absolutely the best thing I ever had the pleasure of tasting. He’s so freaking talented. He is the ultimate catch for sure. Peyton’s previous comments to Giselle about him making a hell of a husband someday, come to mind. Yeah, my husband.

  “Do you like it?” His bites are slow compared to mine as he studies my reaction to his masterpiece.

  “Are you kidding me? This salad is unfreaking real. I would eat salad all the time if they were made like this. I feel like mouth hasn’t stop moving yet.”

  “Hmmm, that just means you’re ready for the next course.” Landon gets up from the table to get our main cuisine. “This is pan roasted Alaskan black cod,” he says as he sets the plate in front of me. Wow. This dish look almost too pretty to eat. This time Landon sits right next to me. He forks a little of the fish and brings it to my mouth.

  “Open,” he instructs. I do as he says and let him feed me. There is something so erotic about the act. The varying flavors dance on my tongue and I savor every bite. This is second to none, the most exquisite fish ever. He doesn’t stop feeding me until my plate is clean.

  “Aren’t you going to eat?” I ask after he gets up to grab dessert.

  “Tonight is about you. I ate some while I prepared everything.” He picks up my wine glass and hands it to me. “Drink up baby. I want you loose tonight,” he confesses. I look around for Peyton, assuming she will come out of her room any minute now.

  “If you’re looking for Peyton, she’s gone. She will be joining us early tomorrow to head back to the beach. We had a chance to talk while you were soaking and let’s just say we came to an understanding. She gets our situation and she is giving me time to overindulge in you,” he winks.

  I wonder what they talked about exactly. I’m glad to hear we’re going back to Panama City beach tomorrow, especially since last time didn’t result in pleasant memories. I’ll have to make sure we get some girl talk in. Just as I finish my wine, Landon is refilling my glass. He sets this unique looking dessert in front of me and I’m unsure how I’m supposed to eat it. Am I supposed to use my fingers or a fork? Again Landon sits down next to me before breaking a piece with a fork. He feeds it to me and my eyes close of their own accord. I swear I don’t need the wine. This man is seducing me with his culinary skills. When my stomach feels like it has reached capacity, I surprise him by taking the fork from him and returning the favor. I feed him the remaining bites and he rewards me with a sexy smile around the fork.

  “I had something else in mind for my dessert,” he grins.

  I know what he is giving reference to, but I play along. “Really? What would that be?”

  “Hmmm, I’d rather show than tell.” He stands abruptly and shoves the empty dishes to the side. Surely he’s not going to do what I’m thinking. He picks me up and yanks my shorts down in one move. Talented indeed. His smirk in my direction tells me that he is pleased with my commando state. He lays me on the table and I’m speechless at his audacity.

  He leans me back and pulls my ass to edge of the table. He descends to his knees and my pussy immediately begins to drip from the memory of his talented tongue. He swirls it around my clit at a leisurely pace. His arms grip my thighs tight as he buries himself face deep within my folds. He alternates between biting on my nub and licking away the pain.

  “Oh Landon,” I moan. “Pleeeeeeease,” I stutter. I’m on fire and I need him to fill me. I need him deep. He licks,
teases, and fingers me to where I’m on the edge, but then he denies me that release. I want to scream out my frustration. I need him to fuck me. He picks me up and begins carrying me toward my bedroom.

  “I can’t have you exploding all over our dinner table,” he teases. He lays me on the bed and I pout. My pout waivers as I watch him get undressed. His body is a sight to beholden. His perfectly etched to perfection body, exudes masculinity and virility. His muscles flex as he peels off his shorts and I just want to lick him everywhere. Once he is completely naked, he slides my shirt over my head and removes my demi cup bra. I watch in fascination as his erection hardens. He lifts me and up and I’m eager to have the beautiful motherfucker deep inside me. I try to wriggle my way onto it, but he slaps my ass. “Patience baby. I don’t want to hurt you,” he chastises.

  He leans me against my bedroom wall and begins his assault on my mouth. He knows his kisses have the ability to take me to another stratosphere before his dick even touches me. He yanks on my hair and I find it hot as hell. His hard cock is resting between us—so close, yet, so far from where I need it. I reach between us and stroke him while he continues to fuck my mouth with his impressive tongue. He rewards me with grunts as I tighten my grip slightly around his girth. He palms my breast and I writhe in his arms. He moves my hand to the side and places his cock at my entrance. He pushes in with one thrust and I greedily suck him in. Once I’m fully seated, I grind on the base of him. I throw my head back as he begins to pump in and out of me. He squeezes my ass as I clench around him.