Page 67 of Landon

She reached behind her, her fingers trailing along his taut ass, then sliding between their bodies to cup his balls. Now, the groan that sounded out in the room came from him. Moving her hand slightly, she wrapped it around his engorged cock, feeling pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

“Oh God, I want you,” she gasped. She had an unopened box of condoms in her nightstand, always wanting to be prepared just in case. She had no idea if he would trust them. “I have protection in the drawer if you don't have any with you. Don't be surprised that the box hasn't been opened. I rarely need them, and I always keep an eye on the expiration date and buy a new box. Honestly, I haven't looked in a while and hope the expiration date hasn’t passed.”

“I'll check.” His hand left her sex, and she immediately missed the feelings his talented fingers elicited. He reached over her, pressing her body into the mattress as he pulled open the nightstand drawer and rummaged around. His hand must’ve landed on the correct box because he pulled it out, held it up, and she heard a sigh of relief.

“They're good, babe.”

“Oh, thank God!”

He chuckled again, and she loved the feel of his laughter against her back. He shifted enough to get his hands free, rolling the condom on. “You on top?”

She grinned widely and nodded. “Absolutely. I'd be fucking overjoyed to ride you!” She scrambled to her knees as he rolled on his back, his cock bobbing up. She took him in her hand as she straddled his lap. She now wished she'd wrapped her mouth around his erection before he sheathed himself, but seeing himready had all neurons firing in her body. His hands were on her hips, his fingers digging into her ass as she lifted and then plunged. She used to read her mom's historical romances and had to fight a giggle at the idea of his sword being slid into the scabbard.

His hands reached for her breasts, but she should have known he would have been aware of everything when he asked, "What the hell are you laughing about?"

As she lifted and settled over his cock, finding a rhythm as his hands tweaked her nipples, she admitted, “Just comparing you to the old romances my mom used to read. I have to tell you, real life is a hell of a lot better.”

A grin spread over his face. “Good to know.”

By now, his erection stretched her, dragging against her inner core as his hands expertly played with her breasts in a way that had her almost weeping for joy. It didn't take long for her to know her orgasm was imminent, and she desperately wanted them to come together. “I'm close, so close. Please, please…”

Her plea was almost incoherent, and she wondered if he knew what she was begging for. But his intuition was spot-on as he continued helping her by sliding his hands back down to her hips and lifting her slightly. He worked his hips as he plunged upward.

She watched in fascination as his face grew red, the muscles in his neck corded, and the vein was prominent. But he didn’t close his eyes, and neither did she. With her hands firmly planted on his shoulders, her breasts dangling in front of his face, and her hair creating a curtain around them, their bodies moved together in unison until she shook as her release tightened her core, squeezing his cock.

He groaned at his release, and her eyes clenched shut as the tremors moved from her head to her toes. Unable to hold herself upright anymore, she flopped down on him, eliciting a grunt asher chest hit his. They lay, panting, her body slowly cooling until his cock slowly slipped from her sex.

“Jesus, babe. I've never come so hard. I saw fireworks. Lights flashing. Maybe even a glimpse of heaven when I came with you.”

She laughed, her body moving with his. “I think that's the sexiest thing anyone's ever said to me,” she admitted. She lifted and looked down at his face. “And for what it's worth, I’ve never had anyone like you.”

They kissed, languid and long, until he finally groaned, “I need to deal with the condom.”

She rolled to the side and watched as he pulled the condom off, tied it, then left the bed to walk his gorgeous ass into the bathroom. She stretched her arms over her head, feeling alive, sated, and happier than she could remember being in a long time. She hoped the feeling lasted.

29

Landon drove to work later that day, and his mind filled with thoughts of Noel. He'd only stopped by his house long enough to change into clean clothes. He hadn't spent the whole night with someone in a very long time and wasn't ashamed of feeling glad that she hadn’t either. It felt easier to start something without the residual emotions of a recent someone. Waking with her this morning had been how he'd like to start each day.

But then, in truth, it hadn't all been about the sex. His concern yesterday started from the moment Mike collapsed to the terror he’d felt when a man held a gun on Noel. It continued on the plane flight back to Montana, and wanting to protect her when they were at the Fugate Ranch. Last night, he just wanted to care for her—ensure she was fed and rested. Spending the night was a privilege. Sex before he left was a bonus.

Soon, he was at the compound. He greeted Mary and returned his equipment to Bert, offering thanks for having the foresight to make sure he’d been well taken care of. He greeted the Keepers as he walked into the main workroom, knowing some were in the field on other missions. Moving to Logan, he shook his boss's hand and asked, "Anything new?”

“Devil and Frazier have filled us in on everything beyond your report,” Logan said. “We’ve checked with the Jamaican police, and they have Horticia under arrest and they’re still actively searching for Roger. Word is, he may have taken a boat from Jamaica to one of the islands. Pamela didn’t return to the resort house, spending last night with her latest fling. With the children's safe return to Stan, our part of the mission is officially complete.”

Landon’s eyes narrowed. “And what about the person who sent Mike to kill Pamela?”

Logan’s gaze held steady. "Officially, that falls outside our mission parameters, especially since the Fugates, who hired us, haven’t been told anything yet. “But,” he added, “we’re aware there are risks if it gets out that Mike shared something with Noel before he died. We won’t leave that loose end hanging for her… or for you.”

Landon tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he absorbed the information, steadying his breathing. He knew Logan wouldn't leave any of the Keepers vulnerable, nor anyone they cared about. Dropping his chin, he looked back at him. “I’m sure it’s already been reported to you, but I want you to hear it directly from me. I’ve started a relationship with Noel. It’s new, but I want her protected.”

Logan’s lips quirked upward, and his nod carried a hint of amusement. “Devilmayhave mentioned this to us.”

Landon turned, giving Devil a dry, pointed look. “Relationship counselor and matchmaker, huh? You’re one crazy bastard.”

Devil’s laughter echoed through the room, joined by the others as they shared a rare moment of levity. “What can I say? I’m a man of many talents.”

As the laughter faded, Landon walked over to Devil and Frazier, getting back to business. “What’s our progress?”

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