Landon looks a little disappointed. I can tell that he enjoys our conversation as much as I do. My gaze lands on the dogs, but in the space of a mental second, I’m in his room. In his bed. Landon’s looming over me, his rock-hard abs hovering ever closer to my wet core and…
“Are you okay, Brooke?”
His question snaps me back to the present, and I inhale a breath to clear my head. I take the dogs back outside and finish up the training session. Fajita and Burrito make the most progress. But all of them are doing better. I give them all small dog bones and pet them one-by-one. It’s important not to treat them like a pack. They have unique personalities and unique training needs.
After I walk back into the house, I spot Landon in the kitchen, washing dishes by hand. It’s a sexy sight, and the lust I’ve worked so hard to tamp down the past hour has returned like a stormy gale.
“That’s it for the day, they did great,” I say, my voice dripping grit.
“Thanks to you.” He dries off his hands on a towel and walks over to me. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you, Brooke. I feel so bad that we got started off on the wrong foot.” He holds out those sexy fingers toward me. I stare, wondering if I can take them without it meaning anything past the client/trainer relationship. “Truce?”
“Of course. Just doing my job.” A jolt of electricity crackles from him to me. I close my eyes against it. What would happen if I let myself fall just this once?
“And you’re great at it. Please, let me walk you out.”
We make our way across the living room. He takes me to the front door, opens it, but then hesitates. Gently, he grasps my upper arms and turns me to face him. I can’t get away from that gaze, and it takes me to a place I’ve never gone before. The electricity…it’s back, pulsating, throbbing, killing me softly. My heart races, galloping away from my common sense.
“Brooke, before you go…”
“What is it?”
He leans in and captures my lips. I’m taken by surprise as he wraps his arms around my waist and holds me close to him. Landon is an amazing kisser, the way he moves his tongue in my mouth makes my panties moist. My body obeys him, like it’s lost all control of its own. Then his lips travel to my ear, whispering something I can’t decipher over the throbbing of passion in my ears.
I need to stop this.
This man is a client.
I need to stop this right now!
His tongue licks into my mouth, and the kiss deepens, causing my knees to turn weak. He pulls away, and I feel sure his expression is as surprised as mine.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose, my cheeks, my forehead.
I’m lost. To this. To him. To myself.
And when I look into his eyes, my mental war is over.
All moisture leaves my mouth just on the strength of his gaze. The way he looks at me is almost feral. This is the exact moment I’ve been fantasizing about since I first laid eyes on this man. My hand trembles as I reach for his pants. Heat rockets through me. I want my own clothes off, but first, I want his off.
“A little bold, aren’t you,” he hisses, leaning back. “I think I like it.”
I inhale as the huge expanse of his hands encircle my waist, lifting me. He walks backward until the back of his calves are flush with the sofa cushions. He gently sets me on the couch, but looms over me, effectively caging me in. He’s taking control, which causes another burst of passion to surge through me. I’ve never been so turned on.
“What are you waiting for, Landon?” I push, reaching up to touch the planes of his face. A light spatter of stubble lines his cheeks, and I stroke it, reveling in the rough feel of beard growth against the pads of my fingertips. He stares at me, and I like watching him watching me. It fills me with feminine power, making me feel as if I could do anything.
“You’re beautiful underneath me.”
His words touch me in a way I never knew words could. Instead of answering, I close the gap between us, so I can capture his lips with mine. Landon slides his tongue into my mouth, caressing mine. The feeling of his big body between my legs makes me want even more.
He moves his hands to the back of my head to pull me closer. Stars explode in front of my eyes, and I close them against the rocketing sensations.
My thumbs search for the soft strands of his hair. I lace my fingertips through the silky mass, massaging his scalp. A groan rips through Landon, and my desire grows on the strength of his. Wetness floods my core, so hot I have to shift my weight to get away from the intensity. He feels it as well because his eyes snap open for a split second, and I see my emotions mirrored back at me. I let go only long enough to shimmy out of my jeans and panties, sending them to the carpet. A cool flash of relief is quickly replaced by the same raging desire.
Landon sinks to his knees and scoots me backward until my spine hits the sofa cushion. His fingers inch up my inner thigh, and I suck in a breath before he reaches his destination. The sound of my little pants of air are devoured by the strength of Landon’s kiss.
I shiver, more from his touch and where it’s headed than the cold air on my fevered skin. Looking into his eyes, I lift my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor to join the rest of my clothes. I move to unhook my bra, but Landon stops me.
“I want to.”
Glancing at him out of the slits my eyes have become, I watch him reach around behind me and unhook the three clasps. A whisper of a touch on my shoulders is all it takes to slide the straps down my arms and free my breasts to his hungry gaze. He leans back.
“You look incredible like this, Brooke. Just like in my dreams.”
The implication of being the subject of his illicit fantasies isn’t lost on me. But I’ll think about that tomorrow. For now, all I want is this man’s hands and mouth all over my body. I feel his lips place a kiss on my clavicle. My heart throbs against my ribs, galloping a rhythm so fast it’s almost painful. It feels like it’s going to escape my chest wall. He’s got artist’s hands, with long, slender fingers. I imagine him pounding away at the keys as he’s writing his latest best seller.
I imagine him making me come.
He stands only long enough to divest himself of his own clothing, sending them to the floor in a heap. For the first time, I’m feeling a little unsure of myself.
“What?” I manage to croak out.
“Just that I love looking at you.”
“You have to stop saying those things,” I whisper. “I’m not all that.”
“You are. Don’t ever disparage yourself in front of me.”
I blush when I see his confident expression. He means business. I wrap my self-esteem around myself like a cloak because he’s right. I nod as he takes a nibble of the hollow in my neck, sending a shiver through me. “I want you inside me, Landon. Right now.”
“Ah…I don’t have…it’s been so long…”
I smile at his fumbling, reading his mind. “I’m clean, Landon. I haven’t been with anyone in well over a year.”
His face falls, and my heart aches for him in this moment. “I haven’t been with a woman since…”
I put my fingertip to his lips. He shouldn’t have to say it, and I don’t want the ghost of another woman in the bed with us. I don’t want him indulging in any memories other than the ones we create together.
I pull his head down so I can kiss him out of thoughts of her. It doesn’t take long until I feel him back with me. All of him. The sinew and muscle of his arms leverage his body weight and crate me in on either side. A playful smirk tugs the corners of his lips as he takes off his boxer briefs and frees his cock to my gaze. I reach out and stroke him, enjoying the steely length.
“Mmm…” he moans as I make myself prone on the sofa, so he can leverage himself on top of me. With a swirl of his hips, he drags his cock through my slick heat, and I can’t keep my own moan from escaping. He feels so damn good. Too good. I shift my weight, attempting to man
ipulate just the right pressure on my throbbing clit. I place my hands on his flanks to convince him to press harder.
“Just fuck me, Lan–” My plea is halted by a hiss of pleasure as he claims me with one forceful stroke. I close my eyes to savor the moment. A groan comes out along with my exhale.
“Do you like it hard, Brooke?”
“God, yes,” I say, closing my eyes and lifting up to meet him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I meet him stroke for stroke. He’s staring at me, and I’d like to retain the intimate eye contact with him, but I just can’t. It’s too real. Too raw. And Landon knows it. I can tell that he likes seeing me squirm underneath him.
“God, Brooke, you’re so tight, so wet.” He groans again as he pumps in and out of me. “I can’t believe how good you feel.”
My heart sings at his words. “I know,” I say, reaching my hands behind me so I can cling to the armrest of the couch. He’s pounding into me so hard, I’m afraid I’m going to slide off. “This is perfect.”
He’s hitting me in the perfect spot. As if he knows, he hooks his arm around my legs, pulling my knees to my chest. With this new angle, he thrusts into me even deeper. My entire body ignites with sensation, all leading toward falling off the abyss of pleasure. With each hard thrust, he drives in deeper, hurtling me toward an explosive release.
“Make me come.”
It’s a demand. A plea. He moves to accommodate me, stroking the spot that always leads to an orgasm.
“Come for me, Brooke. Right now.”
“Ah…” I shriek as stars appear before my eyes. The wave of ecstasy starts in my pussy and snakes its way up my body. Within seconds, I feel the tide of orgasm flow from the tips of my toes to the top of my scalp. “Don’t stop.”
“A fucking tornado swirling through this house couldn’t get me to stop.”
I try to sit up, to get closer, to kiss him, but he bends down instead and captures my lips in a searing kiss. He’s fucking me with his tongue and his dick at the same time, claiming me in a way I’ve never been before. Wrapping his arms around me, Landon kneads my breasts, toying with my straining nipples.
Landon finds that perfect spot again, building me up until all I have to do is reach out and touch it. Once the rush starts throbbing through every nerve ending, I clamp my eyes shut. “I’m coming, Landon.”
He groans from above me, going harder and deeper. Hearing his noises, seeing the light sheen of sweat on his brow, and watching his taut muscles just turns me on more. I can’t hold back another second, and I combust in sensation, milking it for as long as I can until I go slack.
He’s not far behind me, and I feel him come deep inside my still convulsing pussy. With a sigh of satisfaction, he lays down beside me on the couch and pulls me close to him.
A dog whines, then another, then two more. I open my eyes to see the four of them on the chair staring at us. I laugh. “I think we’ve shocked them.”
He hugs me tighter, pressing his lips to my hair. “I’ll pay for their therapy.”
Still smiling, I snuggle deeper into his arms. After this interlude, I fear I’m never going to be the same again. Landon Cole has ruined me for all other men.
Chapter 12
Landon
I press the key fob to unlock my BMW and swing open the backseat door. The little terrors climb in, one at a time. I might have to stop calling them that. They’ve actually been noticeably calmer because of Brooke. And so have I.
The last forty-eight hours, I’ve thought about her more times than I can count. At the most inopportune times, my mind drifts to the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her silky skin pressed against mine. I slide into the driver’s seat, remembering every subtle nuance. I can’t wait to see her again today. As soon as she’s done with the training session, I plan to ask her out on a real date.
I would love to take her to Sul Lago and go for a long walk together in Lakefront Park. Then, at the end of the night, indulge in a repeat of the other day where I lick her until she shatters beneath me. That woman put a hypnotic spell on me, and I feel like I’m in withdrawal every single moment we’re apart. I don’t just want her.
I need her.
Despite the electric energy snapping through my body, I shiver. I can only imagine what it’s like to be on the receiving end of Brooke’s talented mouth. Feeling her eyes travel the length of my body, settling on my hard cock was enough to make me crawl out of my skin. I can already feel her lush lips wrapping around me, driving me to the brink. I shake my head to clear it, so I don’t run off the road.
I’m heading to the Cleary Lake dog park feeling kinda guilty. Brooke is right. They don’t get out enough. I make time to take them for a walk in the mornings, but besides that, these guys are homebodies like me. But first, I’m taking a little detour.
A few minutes later, I pull into the parking lot at Bark Buddies. It’s a cute little building with colorful signage. I get out of the car and get the dogs. My heart races as I approach the front door.
You’re really about to see her again, Landon. Play it cool. The doorbell chimes. The dogs bark. Fajita is the loudest, as always. Here we go again…
An attractive blonde sitting behind the counter smiles at me as if we’ve met before. It’s a little weird because I’ve never seen her. “Hi, I’m here for the training session.”
She raises a brow? “Landon?”
“Yes.” Now, I’m starting to freak out a little. What did Brooke tell her about me? Hopefully, only good things. And not that we had mind-blowing sex.
“Of course, Brooke is down the hall to the left.” She points the way with a tapered finger. Normally, I would find her honey gold hair and hard body attractive, but that changed the other day. I now only have eyes for one woman. Every time I see someone else, I’ll continue to remind myself that I’ve always been a one-woman man. Because I’m cursed with bad luck in this thing called life, I don’t want the hissing fangs of reality to poison me before I even get this relationship off the ground.
“Thanks.” I walk to the room.
As soon as I open the door, I see Brooke standing there. She looks gorgeous with her form-fitting yoga pants, a Bark Buddies t-shirt, and just a hint of makeup. Her hair sways from a high ponytail.
She waves at me. “Hi!”
“Hi, sorry I’m a little late.” I want to give Brooke a big hug and a passionate kiss, but I figure she’s trying to keep things professional at her place of business. As I walk inside, I notice an old woman with a poodle. She reminds me a little of Grandma Nancy with her short gray hair. There’s a tween boy with a golden retriever in the back of the room.
“I’m glad you made it, we’re just about to get started,” she says.
Brooke kicks off the training session. She walks the dogs through a variety of exercises. Heeling on leash, sit stays, down stays and my own personal hell, the recall. She shares tips on giving commands. She’s great at what she does, but I’m barely paying attention because I keep picturing myself backing her into a corner and kissing her senseless.
When Brooke completes the training session, she offers everyone coffee and bagels in the breakroom. “Sorry, no loose-leaf tea.” She winks at me. She’s really good at playing it cool. That tugs at my heart, because I wonder if our interlude meant nothing to her. To me, it meant everything.
I smile, remembering how the tea conversation provided a beautiful turning point in our relationship. Shit, I’m already calling it that before either of us has defined it. It’s not like I officially asked her to be my girlfriend, but do people even do that anymore? Dammit, I’ve been out of the dating scene so many years, I have no idea how to behave…what to say.
I’m completely at a loss.
“Can I have coffee too?” the tween boy asks.
“No, you may not, but you can help yourself to the bagels,” Brooke says with a smile.
“Cool!” He heads out of the room with the golden retriever trailing behind him, wagging its silky tail and
smiling.
The old woman with the poodle makes her way to the door. “I wish I could stay, but I’ve got to get ready for Wednesday night bingo at the VFW, so wish me luck! The pot for the coverall is over a grand!”
“Good luck, Viola,” Brooke says. “I’ll see you next Saturday.”
“You bet your sweet bippy. Maybe I’ll bring you some goulash. You’re looking kind of piqued.” With a charming smile and a clap of her wrinkled hands, the old woman leaves.
I’ve been waiting patiently for this moment, but now that it’s here, I’m at a loss for words. Brooke and I are finally alone. Technically, Chili, Taco, Fajita, and Burrito are here too, but I don’t count them. They better stay out of my way since I have a woman to woo. I never thought I’d see the day when a day would go by where I didn’t mourn Carla. But ever since I met Brooke, my focus has been on her.
“I think that went pretty well,” she says.
“Yeah.” A wide goofy grin spreads my lips. I can feel it. And she’s the cause. I hope she’s also the cure.
“And Burrito seemed to be the biggest fan.” She kneels and pets him. He barks and wags his tail.
I kneel, my knee brushing against hers. I wait until she meets my gaze before saying, “No, I’m the biggest fan.”
She blushes the same shade of pink as when she comes. “Oh really?”
I nod, imagining her splayed out on the rubber obedience mat. Then she climbs on top of me, riding me until I explode inside her to the rhythm of Fajita’s barks. “Yes, I’ll be needing your autograph soon.”
She chuckles from deep in her throat, but that just makes me wonder what else she can do with it. “You’re too much.”
“Only if you let me be. I was thinking…” I waggle my eyebrows.
“Yeah?” Her eyes sweep me, expectant, which gives me the courage to press ahead. Take a risk for the first time in a very long time.
“Maybe we could–”
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