Landon's Desire (Book Three of The Pulse Series 3) (38 page)

“Dear God,” Mikala laughed.

“Speaking of teaching, I wanted to ask you,” Landon started. He stood and plunked Mikala on her feet and walked into the small hallway. “I’d like to start training Emma in self-defense.”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you fucking serious?” he spun on his heals to face Mikala, his brows were held into a tight frown. “She has to learn how to handle herself,”

“She’s five years old,” Mikala scoffed.

“The best time for her to learn is while she’s young,” he took Mikala’s hand. “Would you rather I teach her now, or
after
something happens?”

“Landon Kyle, are you trying to scare me?”

“If that’s what it takes, then yeah.”

Mikala thought for a moment and drove her fist into his bicep.

“Fine,” she pointed her finger in his face. “But don’t turn my little girl into Rambo.”

Landon threw his head back and laughed at the top of his lungs. Emma came tearing up the stairs and yanked at his hand.

“Uncle LaLa, I want banilla cake, you gotta come too!”

“I’m coming Sweat Pea,” Landon lifted her into his arms. “Do you know who Rambo is?”

“Landon!” Mikala scolded.

~Fifteen Years Later~

“Officer?” Landon asked.

“Do you know why I pulled you over sir?”

Landon shrugged. “Do I have a tail light out, I know I wasn’t speeding officer, I can’t think of what else it could be.”

“Step out of your vehicle please, and keep your hands where I can see them. You too passenger.”

“Sure thing officer,” Landon said, releasing his door handle and holding his hands at shoulder level while he slid down from his truck.

“Did you want my driver’s license officer?”

“No.”

“Then I can’t think of what you want,” Landon smiled as Carl came around the back of the truck and stood at his side.

“Just this,” she wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed her cheek to his chest.

“This is behavior unbecoming an officer,” Landon scolded.

“I’m off duty Uncle Landon,” Emma grinned into his face.

“How’s it going, Sweet Pea?”

She hugged Carl around the waist and he kissed her lovingly on the forehead.

“I’m taking the detective exam next month,” she said proudly. “I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”

“That’s great!” Landon gave her a long hug. “Does your mom know?”

Emma cringed and made Landon’s notorious sour face. “Not yet, I’ll invite mom and dad over for dinner on the Friday night and break the news, be prepared for a phone call.”

“Right Ace, you go ahead and try to prepare for the reaming out you’re about to receive, you’re a dead man when Mikala gets her hands on you,” Carl full-belly laughed.

Landon let out a growly moan. “She’s going to rip me a new one, you know this?”

“Sorry Uncle Landon,” Emma nudged into his side. “I’m so excited, will you help me study?”

“You bet I will, just tell me when.”

“Mom’s not going to happy.”

“Don’t worry about it I know how to handle your mom.”

“By the way, we finished renovating the club,” Carl told her, conveniently changing the subject.

“Maybe you better not tell me too much,” she warned, legal issues disturbed her. She didn’t want her Uncles in any kind of trouble.

Landon tweaked her cheek. “Not to worry baby girl,
Passion
is now an upscale romantic restaurant and the escort service was eliminated years ago.”

“So what’s happening with
Pulse
?”

“
Pulse
is still a dance club, it was your mothers dream and we want to keep her dream alive. We just classed it up a little, added a wine bar flare with a fresh new younger look. We cater to a classier clientele now,” Carl laughed.

“Yeah, no more raunchy neon and blasting music, we even have a pianist that comes in twice a week for the more mature, sophisticated crowd.”

“Are you saying you’re getting old my darling Uncles?”

Landon dropped his chin and raised a single brow. “You’re not too old to go over my knee kid.”

“Assaulting a police officer?” she laughed. “I better get going, I’ll see you two at Sunday dinner,” she stood on tip-toe and Landon leaned down for a kiss, as did Carl.

“Be careful out there, Officer Reed,” Landon advised.

“Yes sir, Uncle LaLa,” she said.

He smiled and watched with pride as his Sweet Pea strolled back to the black and white police car at the rear of his truck and waved before climbing in.

Carl wove his arm around Landon’s bicep and rested his chin on Landon’s shoulder. “Our little girl has grown up.”

“That she has,” Landon said. “Come on we have posters to order, an ad to get to the paper for the grand re-opening, as well as a major party to plan.”

***

Standing in the street, the boys watched as the installers changed the signage above the door. The swirling neon tubes that simply read
Pulse & Passion
were now replaced with a sign that read
Feel the Pulse & Taste the Passion
bar and restaurant.

“Perfect.”

“You’re happy with it then?” Landon asked, throwing his arm across Carl’s shoulders.

“I couldn’t be happier,” Carl smiled. “We chose the perfect direction for the club, this is what people want now not all the noise and dramatic atmosphere, they want charm, sophistication and excellent food.”

“Is everything ready for the party tonight?” Landon asked, as he took Carl’s hand and led him inside.

“Yes sir,” Carl lifted his check list. “We have enough food to feed an army, enough booze to sink a ship and not one rsvp came back marked no thank you. Everyone is coming, absolutely everyone.”

“Scary shit.”

“We only have a few hours, we better go get ready,” Carl said, closing the door and turning the sign that said
closed for private party by invitation only.

“Shower, Babes?” Landon asked, licking a trail from the nape of Carl’s neck to the lobe of his ear and giving it a nip.

“Mmm…”

“I certainly hope that was a yes,” Landon pulled him into the elevator and hit three. “Did you know that there’s one place where we never did the deed?”

“How romantic is that thought? The deed,” Carl snorted.

“Sorry,” Landon said, shoving Carl’s back into the corner of the tiny room. “Make love.”

“Better.” Carl brushed his fingers through Landon’s hair and closed the gap between them, caressing Landon’s lips with his own. “So tell me, what place?”

Landon’s eyes spanned the confines of the elevator. He gave Carl a naughty grin and clamped Carl’s ass cheek roughly in his palm.

“You have to be joking,” Carl snickered. “It’s too small in here.”

Landon shook his head, reached back and hit the red button on the panel. The elevator came to an abrupt halt and Landon pushed his arousal against Carl’s zipper.

“We can start in here, finish it up in the bedroom and go for round two in the shower.”

“I like the way you set out the sexual itinerary, very hot!” Carl slowly unbuttoned Landon’s shirt and slipped it off his shoulders.

The floor was littered with their clothing as Carl knelt on the pile and wrapped his lips around Landon’s length, weaving their fingers together and sliding up and down while Landon groaned. Landon’s head dropped back banging off the wall, he closed his eyes enjoying the feel of Carl’s mouth, ignoring the sting in his head. Landon hauled Carl to his feet and dropped to his knees, cradling Carl’s balls in one hand and stroking his cock with the other. Licking the pre-cum from the head of Carl’s cock, he smiled up at Carl and ran his bared teeth up his length. Carl’s hip flinched back and he growled.

“Baby!” he warned Landon, with a yank to his hair. “Two can play at that game.”

Carl grasped Landon’s chin and forced his cock between his lips until the tip of his cock touched the back of Landon’s throat and he gagged. Landon’s eyes watered and narrowed into a gratified glare. He was into the rough stuff, he liked to play the dominant to Carl’s submissive. He liked it raw and dirty. Carl after all these years craved the kind of kink Landon offered. Sex between them had never grown boring or lacked the spice it had from day one, in fact it only got better the more they explored each other.

“Oh, you’ll pay for that,” Landon wiped the moisture from his eye with the back of his hand and gave Carl a cheeky grin.

Landon punched the panel and the elevator jerked into motion, making its way to the top floor, the door slowly slid open.

“Bedroom, now!” he growled.

With his arm around Carl’s waist Landon backed him out of the elevator, across the kitchen and down the hall where they stumbled several times to the bedroom door. He kicked it open and continued walking Carl backwards toward the bed but slowing his speed while mapping kisses up Carl’s throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“On your belly,” Landon instructed, watching Carl climb onto the bed, his skin glistening with beads of perspiration.

“What are you planning, Ace?” Carl asked.

Carl was so hot when he was anticipating his next move.

“A little of this,” his tongue licked along the crevice of Carl’s ass. “And a little of that,” he licked his puckered entrance, sending shivers along Carl’s spine.

Carl’s back arched and his ass pushed back. He closed his eyes and moaned, lost in the feel of the moment, when Landon’s hands grasped his thighs and pulled his legs out from under him. His face mushed into the pillows and he laughed.

“You’re in a mood.”

“Mmm…” Landon hummed, as his tongue traced along Carl’s spine and he crawled up to the headboard of the bed.

When Carl lifted his head to speak again, Landon placed his palm against the side of his face pushing him back down onto the pillow.

Carl smirked.

It was moments like this when Carl enjoyed having Landon as a dominant force, taking control and tending to Carl’s needs. Though Carl was the submissive one, it was always for his pleasure. Landon got off more from giving Carl what he needed and having him give totally of himself.

Reaching down the back of the headboard, Landon pulled up the silky rope that was permanently fixed there. Without a word he lifted Carl’s one arm and then the other over Carl’s head and secured them, never overly tight, never to the point he couldn’t break free if he needed to.

Landon always made sure he was safe, protected, yet defenseless to his demands. It was a matter of trust, sharing a sense of assurance; credence and reliance that once Landon took charge, great pleasure would most definitely result for them both.

Peppering kisses from the nape of Carl’s neck down to the back of his knees, all the while Carl squirming with heat, Landon took his time spreading Carl’s legs and tying each ankle to the corners of the bed.

Landon stood at the foot of the bed and admired his man spread open for him. He happily sighed and walked around to the bedside table and retrieved a small bottle of oil from the drawer. Carl turned to face him, when he heard Landon clear his throat.

“What do you have there?” Carl asked.

“Gardenia and coconut oil,” Landon answered, popping open the cap and drizzling a small amount onto Carl’s back.

“That’s cold!” Carl gasped.

“Not for long,” Landon said, as the tone of his voice grew heavier with want.

Landon straddled Carl’s ass, his package resting nicely between Carl’s ass cheeks. Carl squeezed his ass and Landon hummed, he ran his hands through the oil smearing it up to his shoulders and back down again. He took his time, working the oil into Carl’s pores, his skin glowing and warm. Landon shuffled his ass down between Carl’s open knees and trickled oil onto each ass cheek. He kneaded softly, gently, evenly as his thumbs worked Carl’s entrance until Carl was worked into a wanton fever.

“I need you inside me, Baby,” Carl pleaded, pulling at the ropes around his wrists.

“And I want to be inside you,” Landon said, shoving two digits into Carl while he writhed beneath him.

“Now!” Carl barked. “Right fucking now!”

“Have you forgotten who’s in charge?” Landon slapped Carl’s ass.

“I’m going to cum, whether you’re inside me or not,” Carl snarled. “So who’s really in charge?”

“Have it your way.” Landon gave himself several strokes and then pushed his cock past Carl’s puckered opening. “But I won’t be gentle.”

“Good.”

With each merciless thrust Landon delivered, Carl groaned savagely. The room echoed with the sounds of unadulterated sensuality and a pure lust. Landon laid his body on top of Carl’s and ran his hands up Carl’s sides, along his arms and then he meshed their fingers together as he rocked his hips and growled into Carl’s ear.

In a swift move he untied Carl’s wrists, releasing him. Carl immediately wrapped his arm back around Landon’s neck kissing him violently, as if he was desperate to take a bite out of him.

“Untie me, Ace,” Carl asked quietly. “So I can watch your beautiful face when you cum, when you make me cum.”

As fast as he could manage, Landon had Carl’s ankles untied and was buried deep inside him with Carl’s legs over his shoulders and his body melted beneath him.

“You feel so hot and fucking tight, like a satin glove wrapped around my cock,” Landon panted.

Landon started swiveling his hips and Carl’s eyes lit up, his mouth formed a delicious O and his breathing hitched. Landon smiled knowing he was hitting the spot, stimulating Carl to the brink. As Carl’s eyes rolled back and he clamped his hands onto Landon’s strong muscular arms, Landon knew he wasn’t far from release.

“Cum for me, Babes,” he demanded.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Carl cursed and threw his hands over his head, grasping the bed sheets in his fists and straining. He was so close Landon could feel his interior muscles tightening around his shaft, driving him wild as he held back the urge to cum.

“I’m…done for!”

“Motherfucker, you got me in a death grip,” Landon said, and watched as Carl’s load shot over his chest onto the pillow at the side of Carl’s head.