“For what?” His voice is dark and rough.
“Please…give it to me!” Tears spring to my eyes as he teases my clit.
“Give you what,” he rasps, “and where?”
“You know what.”
“Say it, Evie.”
“I want you…” He kisses my shoulder, nipping hard, until I’m panting.
“Where do you want me, Evelyn?” His thumb glides over my clit, and I moan.
“Please…in my pussy.”
Landon grabs my hips. He pulls me back against him, his cock still squeezed between my thighs, and then he slides his fingers out of me and I can feel his thick head roll against my pussy from behind. His cock glides between my lips as he presses a finger on my clit. A shiver wracks me, makes me arch my back and push myself toward him and whimper, “Oh, please…”
“Please what?”
“I want you…” My voice is shaky. Hoarse.
I moan as Landon rolls his head between my swollen lips. I scoot myself back, and he presses his head into me, barely enough to penetrate. I cry out as I try to rock back on him, needing more.
I can feel him breathing heavy, too. I scoot back, desperate to take all of him. He grabs my hip and squeezes.
“Landon, please…”
“Be sure,” he warns.
“I’m sure!”
I hear a rip: the condom wrapper. He shifts his hips, and I can feel him spread it down his long, thick shaft. I’m throbbing for him, wetter than I’ve ever been. My cunt feels swollen, my clit hot. When Landon spreads me open with his fingers, I groan. His hand goes around his cock. I feel him tease me with one final stroke through my wet lips, and then he fits himself against my core and shoves inside.
I groan, and buck against him. “Oh!”
His body goes still—briefly. Then he’s moving, slow and steady, harder, deeper, filling me so thoroughly, I can’t help screaming as he pumps his big cock in and out, and I slump over the couch.
“Ahh…” I bite my lip as Landon wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to him. I can hear him grunt, can feel his body, damp and shaking, even as he picks the pace up, fucking me so rough and hard I’m seeing stars. Just a few thrusts, and he groans sharply.
His hand comes to my clit then, and he teases me with gentle strokes as he pumps deep and hard, making me cry out. Landon’s hips move faster. On my clit, his finger circles. Then I squeeze my eyes shut, brace my body for it—
I come as I feel his cock expand and thump inside me. Landon gives a low grunt. Then our panting fills the room. His body bows around mine: his chest pressed against my back, his arms coming around me tightly.
“God…” I feel his face against my hair before he hugs me, then shifts on his knees and pulls out.
“Ohh.” I feel so empty now. I turn to face him with my wet eyes. Landon’s eyes are slightly wide, but when he gets a look at me, I see relief on his face.
“Ev…” He hugs me to him. I can feel his lips on my head. “God, Evie.”
His chin nuzzles my hair, and I can feel his chest pump as he inhales deeply…exhales slowly. For a moment, I feel blissful with his body pressed against mine. And then he’s up.
He disappears in the direction of the kitchen, coming back with a warm, wet towel I recognize from my hand towel collection. His eyes assess me as he kneels beside the couch where I’ve curled up. He gently moves me fully onto my back, draping the hot cloth over my pussy. From his spot beside me, on his knees, he peers down at me.
“I’m okay.” I smile. His mouth twitches, a half-smile he’s not quite sure about, and it’s so much like old times, it makes my heart squeeze.
Still kneeling on the floor beside me, he shifts nearer to my head and shoulders. Then he wraps an arm around me, holding me close, my face against his shoulder.
“Are you okay?” I ask him quietly.
He nods as his lips brush my hair. “Thank you.”
His words are softly rumbled. With his heavy arm around me and my face against his shoulder, it feels so much like old times, I want to cry—or scream.
Before I can do either, Landon stands.
Dear God, he’s beautiful. In the dim light coming from the kitchen, his hard body looks just like a statue: heavy, rounded shoulders; chiseled chest; and long, muscular legs. I can’t help the way my gaze dips down to his most gorgeous part.
He smirks. I smile. Before I can say something silly, he turns and scoops his shirt up off the coffee table. As I watch him pull it over his head, my stomach clenches.
“Are you going?”
He nods, bending for his boxer-briefs, thrown halfway across the rug. “Yeah.”
I blink at his bare ass as he pulls the underwear on. Then he turns around to me, grabs a blanket we tossed on the floor, and spreads it over me. “You should get some sleep,” he says, before he turns to put his pants and shoes on.
I can’t move or speak, can only watch him as he buttons up and turns into a surgeon right before my eyes.
He’s not my foster brother anymore. He’s not my secret lover. I don’t know who he is now.
Landon comes and stands beside me for a moment, his hand smoothing down the back of my hair.
“Rest,” he says. And then, without another look at me, he goes.
Five
Evie
I lie there on the couch a while before I get up, lock the front door, and climb up to my loft bedroom.
It isn’t true I didn’t get his letters.
I read every one of them. Not in real time. I couldn’t. My parents hid Landon’s letters while we worked out what to do. While they discussed what I wanted and how it meshed with what they would allow. But I read them later. After it was too late, after everything was ruined.
I reach into the back of my desk’s top drawer and pull out the envelopes I kept. I take them to my bed, turn on my nightstand lamp, and take the first one from its time-worn envelope.
1-10-07
Damn it, Evie. What to say?
I feel like I’m dead without you.
How did I live this way for sixteen years…without seeing your face and talking to you. Holding you. It’s so hard to sleep without you. But I’m trying.
The people in charge of this group home are religious, but in a weird, aggressive way. Most of the other kids here just got out of juvie. I probably would have gone there too, given what happened, but your parents didn’t rat me out. They told DHS they changed their minds about me, but not why.
Fuck. I wish this never happened. I still can’t believe it. I never got to kiss you bye or tell you face to face I love you more than anyone has ever loved anyone. I love you more than that, Evie. I hope you know.