Wanting Her (Loving Her Series) (7 page)

             
"Stay with me for awhile, Brooklyn," I say, and she nods against my chest.

             
"I will until they throw me out," she whispers in my ear as she places soft kisses against my ear and neck. My dick roars to life. I can't help it. She's my dream girl, and my fantasy of her on top of me has come true, and I'm confined to a damn bed. Fuck. "Landon, calm down, your getting too excited." She giggles against my neck.

             
"I can't help it. You’re it for me. I'll wait forever. But if you lie on me, it will get excited. It actually happens often around you." I kiss her forehead when she looks back up at me.

             
She crashes her mouth onto mine, and I feel the stinging pain of my lip, but I can't care. I hear the door of the room open, and Brooklyn freezes. "I'm sorry, Mr. Thomas, visiting hours are about over." The nurse is young, mid twenties, blond hair, and short. Would be cute if Brooklyn wasn't what I already wanted.

             
"Yes, ma'am, she's just giving me my goodnight kiss." I chuckle as Brooklyn bites my neck, struggling not to laugh. The nurse leaves, closing the door behind her.

             
"A goodnight kiss? Landon, what am I going to do with you? I shouldn't even be here. I just had to be sure you were okay." She starts to get up, but my right arm tightens around her. "I have to go," she whispers.

             
"I want you to stay though. Even beat up, holding you feels so good.  I may be only twenty-one, but if I have to wait longer, I will. Just wait for me. Please," I beg.

             
"You have to move on, Landon. You start school in the fall for your senior year, and these are the best years of your life. I promise, someone will come along.   We can't be together. You know that. No one would accept it. Fuck, I shouldn't accept it. You're a baby." She kisses my lips softly and crawls off me.  I open my mouth to tell her no, not to do this. But she silences me with her fingers against my lips. She has a tear fall down her cheek. She's as broken as I am. Her eyes are red from crying, and her beautiful hair is pulled back in a ponytail. Her fucking tight jeans are a second skin with her flowing shirt that dips in the front, revealing her cleavage. She's the woman that I want and know I can't have.

             
She turns and walks away. “Brooklyn no,” I whisper after the door is already shut behind her. I feel my own tears slide down my cheek.

Chapter 8 - Brooklyn

              It's been several days since I saw him in the hospital. Preston confirmed that he got the flowers I sent him from Preston and I. According to Preston, Landon's dad got him a new truck yesterday. Preston also says he's been feeling better too, just has bruises healing and his arm is broken. Preston has insisted on having a party for him. He's invited a handful of friends. I couldn't say no of course. So here I am, making sure my party planner has everything perfect.

             
The doorbell rings, and Preston yells from his room upstairs. "Mom, that's probably Landon."

             
I walk over to the door, wondering why he didn't just walk in like he usually does. I open the door to him standing there in a pair of low-fit jeans hugging his hips and a blue t-shirt that brings out his eyes. His bruises are about healed, only showing a couple of fading ones. "Why didn't you just come in?"

             
He walks in, shutting the door behind him. He wraps his good arm around me, and I do the same. I try to tell myself that I'm just hugging him because of his accident, but I know it's more than that. "I've missed you." He kisses the side of my neck. I step out of his embrace, turn, and walk away without a word. He's making this hard.

             
The house fills up fast, and I come in and out just to check on things throughout the night. True to his word, Preston kept the party small as I had asked. I walk around everyone, making my way out to the back patio. I see Toby and Derek and several other guys from the team. I notice a handful of girls that I don't recognize. First thing I notice when I get outside is Landon lying on a lounger with a girl on top of him, making out. I freeze. I know instantly that it's Sydney. I have a tinge of jealousy go through me. I immediately turn and leave, not looking back. I head upstairs, stopping at the top where Preston is talking to Sadie. "Be good, I'll be back down in a little while." I look at both of them. Sadie is embarrassed and looks down at her feet. Preston nods in agreement.

             
I walk into my room and close the door. I go over to the bathroom window that overlooks the pool. I peek down, and the lounger where Landon was is empty. He probably moved his activities elsewhere.  I jump onto my bed and turn on the TV to catch one of my recorded shows. I lie there considering why I allow myself to get upset over someone I shouldn't have feelings for.

**

Landon

              I pull away from Sydney and see Brooklyn walking away. I tell Sydney to hang tight, that I have to take a piss. She scrunches up her face by my crude words and stomps off toward another chick. I see Brooklyn talking to Preston on the stairs as he's coming down with Sadie. Once they head into the kitchen, I high tail it up to her bedroom. I glance around me before lightly knocking on the door. She doesn't answer, so I crack the door open. She is lying on her bed with her eyes closed, listening to the TV. I sneak in, closing the door behind me. When she hears the door click and me turning the lock, she opens her amazing dark brown eyes.

             
"What do you need, Landon?" She looks back toward the TV show I know she's not watching.

             
"You," I say, walking closer. "That wasn't what it looks like." I try to explain what she saw downstairs. I kneel in front of her and start rubbing up and down her thighs. Her little summer dress inches up as I rub.

             
"Landon, stop. I'm happy for you. You're feeling better, and you need to see someone your age." She tries to still my hands.

             
"I don't want Sydney. You should know that by now. She was excited to see me from the accident and pretty much jumped on me." I lean over and kiss the top of her thigh. Just another inch and her panties will be exposed, because her dress has ridden up so high.

             
"Stop," she struggles to say as I climb over the top of her, keeping most of my weight on my right arm.

             
"I can't stop." I lean down, kissing her collarbone and moving down between the part of her breast that is exposed from the low front of her dress. She parts her legs, allowing me to rest between them.

             
"Landon." She moans as I pull one side of her dress away from her tit. Her nipple puckers, and I lower my mouth over it. I swirl my tongue around the hardened peak. I prop myself on the elbow of my cast as I lower my right hand under the hem of her dress. I run my fingers up and down the inside of her thigh. I look up into her face, and her eyes are closed.

             
"Does this feel good?" I pull her dress up around her waist, exposing her pink lace panties. All the times I've seen her in her skimpy bikinis, and even the few times we walked in on her lying in bed wearing next to nothing, I still won't ever forget this moment. She moans when I crouch down and run my nose against her panties, at her pussy. She smells so fucking good. "Can I go further?" I ask, looking up at her from between her legs. Her one breast is still on display.

             
She licks her lips and looks down at me. "You've gone this far, don't stop now." She grabs the hem of her dress that is at her waist and pulls it over her head. Not realizing it when I exposed her tit moments ago, I now see she doesn't have a bra on. She's lying there naked, in only her panties. She is such a sexual person. I can tell by how she is so comfortable with her body around people. I grab her panties at the waist and begin lowering them down while she helps by lifting her hips first, then pulling her legs out one at a time . My dick is harder than stone pressing against my jeans.

             
"Fuck, Brooklyn, you are so beautiful." I push one leg back with my right hand as I gaze at her waxed pussy. I run my index finger back and forth between her cleft. She moans.

             
"Landon, kiss it." She pants as she grinds her hips against my finger.

             
"My pleasure, baby." I lower my head, first placing a small kiss against the lips, before sticking my tongue between them. She tastes like heaven. I begin to suck and lick. I push two fingers into her wet channel. I groan as I realize how tight she seems. I feel her muscles contract around my fingers as I push in and out. She reaches down and rubs her clit with her two fingers as I continue to move my fingers within her.

             
"Oh....Oh.....LANDON," she moans as she orgasm is released. I continue to suck as her juices begin to flow freely into my mouth. She's so fucking sexy grinding against my face. She's panting as she pulls me up her body. She licks my lips and dips her tongue into my mouth, tasting herself on me. "What have we done?" Her breathing becomes more even.

             
"Nothing we didn't want." I kiss her neck.

             
"I want to make you feel good too." She pushes me back off her, so I stand up, and she helps me out of my shirt, tossing it across the room. My chest is still slightly bruised. She starts kissing my chest. "I'm so sorry you were hurt." She begins unbuttoning my jeans. I toe off each boot. She stands there completely naked and doesn't seem bothered by her nakedness. She lowers the zipper of my pants and pushes them down my hips. My dick has tented my boxers, and she grabs my shaft to stoke it. She looks up at me. "May I?" She pulls my boxers the rest of the way off at my nod. My dick is standing at full attention. I reach for my dick and stoke it a couple times while she watches me.

             
"Absolutely, you may." I smile down as she lowers herself to her knees.             

             
I moan as she twirls her tongue around my dick and sucks my head into her mouth. She looks up at me as she swallows my cock into her mouth. "Fuck, Brooklyn!" She starts to jerk me off as she sucks. I grab her hair and thrust back and forth. I lower my head to watch as it disappears into her hot mouth. I notice her other hand is reaching between her legs, rubbing. "Are you playing with yourself?"  She moans, and I can feel it throughout my cock. I feel my balls tighten, and I know I'm about to explode. "Baby, back away, or I'm about to finish down your throat."  She continues bobbing her head as the first spurt of cum shoots into her mouth. A moment later, she pops me out of her mouth and continues to stroke me while I empty the rest of my seed all over her tits. It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen. She continues to play with herself, needing another release.  Once I'm done, she licks the tip of my dick, taking anything remaining. "Sit on the bed." She complies, lying back, spreading her legs to me. I devour her already soaked channel with my tongue. Again. She's dripping with her juices already, and I rub her nub until she begins to shake through with another release. I suck her clit into my mouth hard as she thrashes on the bed. I look up as she moans before smiling down at me.

             
"Lie with me, Landon." We both climb under the blanket, and I cradle her against my chest.

             
"That was the best coming home present ever," I whisper as she lays her head against my chest. She kisses my chest as we both fall asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 9-Brooklyn

              I wake up hot and realize Landon is wrapped around my body. I look over at the clock next to my bed. It reads 3:25am. Fuck, he can't be in here. I shake a very sleepy Landon.

             
"What, baby?" He moans. I noticed the term of endearment last night too and the sad thing is I like it.

             
"You have to get up and go, at least sleep in the spare room. Preston can't catch you in here." I scramble to get up and slide my panties back on. What the fuck did I just let happen last night?  He grumbles as he gets up. "Here." I help him dress. Once he's completely dressed, I kiss his lips and push him out the door. "Go lie down and go back to sleep."

             
"Okay, Okay." I watch as he stumbles down the hall, disappearing into the spare room.

**
Landon

             
I'm in the bed in the spare room, wide awake now since Brooklyn kicked me out of her room. I was sleeping so well with her in my arms. I close my eyes to dream, with her smell in my nose and her taste on my tongue. I finally got her to admit that we have a connection that she has been denying. I understand her need to deny it, fuck, I'm her son's best friend, but we belong together. She makes me feel things I've never felt. I stumble downstairs after not being able to sleep in the spare room. I walk down the stairs to the smell of bacon and eggs. I look over, and Preston is sitting on the couch smiling at me. "What?"