Tempting BAD: VIP Spin Off (6 page)

I had never felt anything like it before. My breathing became heavy and I could feel my chest rising and lifting. My legs started to shake and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I had no idea what to do with my hands; I felt like I was going to explode so I placed them in his hair and he grunted in satisfaction. I couldn’t take it anymore; the room started to spin and my breathing faltered.

“Hmm… ah… mmm…” I exhaled.

The next thing I knew, he was kissing me, and I tasted a salty wet substance all over his mouth. It was intoxicating as much as it was arousing.

“You like the way you taste? Because I sure as hell do,” he huskily praised.

I heard a rustling of some sort and opened my eyes to see that he was opening a condom.

“You don’t need that,” I stated, trying to catch my bearings.

“I’ve been tested, I’m clean,” he replied.

“I trust you, and I’m on the pill.”

He half-smiled and pulled down his jeans, taking his boxers with it. I tried to suppress the blushing on my face, but I guess the rumors around school were true. He kissed me again and placed the tip of his fully erect dick at my opening.

“Are you sure?” he whispered in between kissing me.

“More than anything,” I murmured, not breaking our kiss and connection.

And with one swift movement, he was inside me. I bit my cheek, yelping from the inside out. He immediately stopped and I tightly shut my eyes, not wanting to look at him, although I could still feel his penetrating stare on me.

“You’re a virgin?” he inquired shocked and even a little scared.

I nodded, still not opening my eyes.

“Fuck…” he roared and began to remove himself from me.

I instantly opened my eyes and grabbed his shoulders, not wanting him to pull out of me.

“No! Please don’t stop.”

He cocked his head to the side and his body that was once soft and warm, became rigid and hard.

“Brooke, how could you not tell me? I mean, you just said you were on the pill. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t do it. I’m sorry, but I don’t regret anything. I wanted it to be you, please don’t stop, Landon.”

He pulled the hair out of his face. “Jesus… did I… I mean… are you okay… did I hurt you?”

It eased my anxiety that he was concerned for me and it wasn’t his anger that he was expressing.

“I’m fine; come here.” I grabbed the back of his neck, bringing him back to me, and he let me.

He kissed me with uncertainty and I moved my hips, beckoning him to keep going. He still didn’t move and I started to worry, but when I felt his hand move lower and toward my clit, I began to relax. His fingers played my nub like a piano, skillful and effortlessly. Seconds later, he started to move in and out.

The sensations of his fingers replaced the uncomfortable feeling of his thrusts.

“Does that feel good?” he grunted into my mouth.

“Yes… yes… please don’t stop.”

It didn’t take long for the tension and friction to reside and for the desire and heat to return.

“God… you feel good… so tight… so wet…”

I was consumed by his dirty words that sounded like poetry. His fingers controlled me, as he never stopped playing with my sensitive bundle of nerves. And the tip of his dick repeatedly hit something deep inside of me that left me feeling like I needed to pee, but in the very best way possible. Separately, every sensation had the ability to leave me senseless. Combined, I knew they would leave me shattered beneath him.

The room once again spun and I felt like my entire body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. My back arched off the bed and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

I screamed out his name, “Landon…”

He followed suit but breathed out, “I love you,” as he released his seed deep inside me.

And it was the first time…

I fucking hated hearing those words.

The bar was exactly what I had assumed it would be, perfect.

“Honey, are you sure you want to do this?” Mom asked.

“Yes,” I simply replied, looking over all the paperwork on my mom’s dining room table.

She sighed, grabbed my hands, and pulled the document away from me.

I shook my head in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“Devon, why? Why are you doing this?”

I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms over my chest. “What do you mean, why?”

“Is this what you want? Do you want to own and run a bar?”

I cocked my head to the side. “Of course; it’s an amazing opportunity.”

“For who?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t do that. Don’t blow me off… I’m worried about you.”

“Yeah… well I worry about you guys,” I replied without thinking.

“I knew it. That’s why you’re doing this, isn’t it? It’s for us.”

“Yes! It’s for you; now can you give me the damn document so I can sign it and fax it back to her?”

“No! I will do no such thing. I cannot allow you to do this, Devon; it’s not right.”

“It is right, Mom; that’s the problem.”

“I never asked for this.”

“You didn’t have to. Your beaten face and body said it for you.”

She jerked back, hurt.

“Fuck… I’m sorry.” I leaned forward and grabbed her hand. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Yes you did.” She nodded. “And you have every right to. I can’t tell you how much it hurts me—”

I immediately got up. “I don’t want to do this,” I scolded, walking to the fridge.

“Well… we have to do this, Devon. I’m sorry, but he’s been gone for nine years and I’m not an idiot. I know you’re not taking your medication, I know you’re not going to your therapist.” She stepped out in front of me. “And I sure as hell know you’re not sleeping. So yes! We need to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to say, I have nothing to say. I’m taking the bar and that’s it. You have no say in this, Mom. I’m an adult; I’ve been one for as long as I can remember… Now please, just relax and drop it.”

“Devon.”

“Mom.”

She sighed. “Please, talk to me. I know… okay? I am well aware of your nightmares and everything that goes on in your head, okay? It goes on in mine, too. You need to give me a chance, baby; you need to let me in. You cannot keep this inside anymore; it’s not healthy for you.”

“I’m not keeping anything inside. I’m fine.”

“That’s what you say, but I see it and I feel it, Devon; I’m your mother. I lived through it, just as much as you did if not more. Now please, talk to me.”

“Oh my God, you want the truth? I’ll give you the truth. The truth is I need to take over this bar, not just for me, but for you and the girls.”

“It’s not your response—”

“YES! It is. Jesus Christ, Mom, who’s going to pay for the girls’ college? Huh? What about cars? And what about when they want to get married? Huh? Let alone everything else that comes in between. That bastard’s life insurance only covers so much and we spent most of it buying this house so you wouldn’t have to worry about a mortgage. You know their health insurance is going to run out when they’re eighteen, who’s going to pay for that? Lauren and I were lucky to get scholarships; I don’t think we’ll be that lucky with Alexis and Liv. You don’t make that much money at the office. You know it and I know it.”

“It’s my problem!”

“It’s
our
problem! It’s been our problem since I was sixteen. I don’t want them to have anything other than a perfect fucking life! Nothing of what I had. They won’t grow up like that. I won’t allow it.”

“What about you, Devon? What about you?”

“I’m fine. I love you; Mom, and I love my sisters, more than anything. Life hands us cards and these are mine. Now can you please… drop it?”

“I’m so sorry…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You didn’t do anything.”

“I married him, I had children with him, I didn’t leave him.”

“He wouldn’t have let you. You know that. He would never let us leave. He had the whole town fooled. You remember his funeral? You remember the papers? Fuck, Mom, they thought he was a God.”

She wiped away her tears and I felt like an asshole.

“Please, don’t cry. I can’t take it when you cry.”

“I don’t know how I got to this place, baby, but I can’t help but feel like I have failed you.”

“You haven’t failed me. You haven’t failed anyone. I want to help take care of you guys. It’s not a burden to me.”

“Devon, it may not be a burden now… but what about in the future… when you have a family of your own? When you want your own life… what about then? I don’t want you to look back on your life and regret the choices you made because you had to, not because you wanted to. Do you understand me? It’s not fair to you, none of this is.”

“It doesn’t matter because right now, this is the best option for me and for us. It couldn’t have come at a better time. I’m about to graduate with my MBA and you saw the numbers, Mom; that bar makes a killing. I have some ideas to bring in more revenue. I could set us all up for life. I don’t want you to have to work for the rest of your life. You don’t have a college degree and you work at your shitty office job because the bastard never allowed you to work or do anything with your life but cook
his
dinner, take care of
his
house and
his
children.”

She shook her head. “God, Devon, the things that you’ve seen because of me…”

“No, Mom, because of
him
. The things I have seen because of him…”

I awoke the following morning in Landon’s arms. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping, content and happy. I wanted to stay in his arms forever and pretend that I didn’t have to live the life that I knew was waiting for me behind my chrome gates on Star Island. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the day ahead. I needed to call my mom or get a flight out to San Jose to let her know what was going on.

I carefully removed myself from Landon’s grasp, and quickly and quietly dressed. I was sore almost everywhere and it didn’t make any sense, seeing as all I did was lay there. As soon as I was done, I took one last look at him and called a taxi as I closed his door behind me. It didn’t take long for it to arrive. I tried not to think about what lay ahead as I watched the meter run.

I paid the driver and looked at my cell phone; the time read 12:30 PM. I couldn’t believe I had slept in that long. I used the service entrance and made my way up to my room; Christine was still passed out. I took a shower and dressed in casual cotton pants and a tank top, tying my hair back and away from my face. After I had finished brushing my teeth, I walked back into my room and Christine was waking up.

“You whore…” she yawned.

“What?” I replied confused.

“Where were you last night?” she asked, grabbing her phone.

“How do you know I was gone?”

“Your mom came in looking for you.”

“My mom?” I asked in shock.

“Yeah… why are you looking at me like that?”

“Christine, my mom is out of town.”

“Well, she wasn’t this morning. She came in here around nine and asked me where you were.” She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. “So where were you? You were with my brother, weren’t you?”

“Yeah… but—”