Wanting Her (Loving Her Series) (6 page)

             
"What are you doing?" she asks me as she closes the door.

             
"Watching him kiss you. I could
so
kiss you better than that." I pucker my lips to her.

             
She laughs, pushing my face away. "I'm sure you can. Go kiss on ‘what's her name,’ Sydney."

             
"Why would I do that?" I ask, and she puts her little hands on her hips.

             
I mock her with my hands on my hips too.

  
              "I don't know. She's your age," she says.

 
              This age thing really bothers her.

             
"Well, she's not you. And besides, she’s too easy, I think she's been with a lot of guys, and that's gross. Are we still swimming?" I pull my shirt off over my head. Her eyes seem to dilate at the sight of my chest. I'm finally starting to affect her.

             
"Uh, is Preston going?" She looks around for him.

             
"I don't know, he’s talking to Sadie." I turn and walk away through the kitchen to the back door. I hear her start to follow me. I smile to myself.

             
I didn't see Preston anywhere as I walked through the house to the back. I turn as I get close to the pool. Brooklyn is standing there behind me. I reach for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it onto the lounger behind her. Her perky tits are encased in a bright yellow top that the triangles barely cover. She swallows as she looks up at me. With my height easily above her, she seems so much smaller. I flip the button on her tiny shorts, lowering the zipper. They instantly fall to her feet, and she steps out of them. My dick is throbbing against my trunks. She turns and dives in without a word. I look back, and Preston is still missing inside the house, so I jump in behind her. 

             
She swims away from me as I break up from under the water.  "You can't do that, Landon."

             
"I can't help it. I'm not sorry." I'm so tired of not being able to have the woman I want. "I want you."

             
"You can't have me. I'm too old." She leans against the side of the pool, kicking her legs.

             
"Age is only a number. My body and mind don't care how old you are. Tell me you don't feel anything," I plead.

             
"I'm not supposed to feel anything." Her back is facing the door. I close the space between us while watching for Preston.

             
I press against her warm body. I lower my head and kiss her neck. "Can't you feel this?" I press my dick against her belly. She whimpers.

             
"Please, stop. We can't."  I untie the string behind her back, and her top shifts, revealing her perfect tits. I grab a hold of each one.  I move my thumb against her nipples, and she moans. I lower my head, kissing her neck. She wraps her legs around my waist and moans. I'm about to kiss down further, but she pushes against me to climb out of the pool. I watch as she walks away while retying her top.  I lay my head forward against the side of the pool as I hear her feet slap on the ground as she goes inside.

             
I stand there a few minutes, trying to calm my raging dick, when I hear Preston.  "Dude, what's up? Want to get out of there and go out tonight?" Preston stands there at the edge of the pool.

             
"Why the fuck not?" I climb out of the pool with a semi-erect dick that maybe Sydney can help release the pressure of that Brooklyn won't touch.

**

Brooklyn

              Landon felt so good. I feel ashamed that I have these feelings for him now. I run up to my room and slam the door. I pull my bathing suit off as soon as I reach my shower. I jump in to wash Landon from my body and mind. As I'm wrapping the towel around me, there's a knock on my bathroom door. "Yeah?"

             
"Mom, Landon and I are going out," Preston yells from the other side of the door.

             
I crack it open, and both boys are standing there. I avoid looking in Landon's eyes. I tighten the towel and nod. "Just be careful. Don't stay out too late." After they leave out, I walk into my closet. I hear the boys close the door downstairs behind them. I slump down to the floor and tears roll down my cheeks. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but my body is attracted to him. When he pressed against me, and I felt the hardness of his chest, and he prodded me with his cock, I almost melted into him. I stand up, wiping my eyes. I send a quick text to Devin.

             
Me: Up to seeing me tonight?

             
Within minutes he replies.

             
Devin: Waiting right now for you.

             
I quickly dress and apply some makeup. I jump into the Escalade. Moments later, I pull up to his small apartment. I don't even have to knock because he's opening the door as I approach. He pulls me in, and within minutes, we're both panting and naked, tangled on his living room floor.

             
"Fuck, baby, you're an animal tonight. That was more than your usual feistiness." His finger rubs my right nipple. "We should pierce these." He leans down, sucking it in his mouth.

             
"Sorry, just some pent up stress. I don't know about my nipples though, they can be sensitive. Like now." I moan. I close my eyes as he kisses his way down my body, ending between my legs. I spread them to allow Devin to release all my stress from Landon.

**

              I pull up to the house at about midnight, and as I walk into the house, Landon is standing there in the hallway. "Where's Preston?" I look around.

             
"In bed. We got home about an hour ago. Where have you been?" He runs his hands through his hair.

             
"Out. What's wrong?" I close and lock the door.

             
"Who were you with? Fuck, Brooklyn, I can't think straight. You're always on my mind." His look is pained.

             
"Landon, why? Why me?" I hug him to try to give him comfort.

             
He wraps his arms around me. "We went out tonight." He chokes on his words. "I tried to be with someone else. She started touching me and I … couldn't let her. I was so fucking hard after you in the pool, I thought I needed to move on, but I can't." He leans back, looking down at me.

             
"I know." I press my lips to his. He tightens his arms, and our kiss deepens. The moment both our tongues touch, it's like we both ignite. Hands are moving everywhere, his kisses run down my neck. I begin to pant but push him away from me instead. "I can't. Landon, I'm so sorry." As I run up the stairs , I hear him. “FUCK,” he swears, and then slams the door behind him.

             
I run into my bathroom and climb into the shower, clothes and all, and just cry. I fall to the shower floor. I cry for Landon having these feelings he doesn’t know what to do with. I cry for Preston having a parent wanting his best friend, and for his best friend wanting his mom. I cry for myself, for the mutual feelings that I'm now having for Landon. My head tells me it's so wrong, but my heart so wants to be with him too.

Chapter 7-Landon

             
I'm so pissed. I touch my lips where Brooklyn kissed me. I can still feel her in my hands and against my lips. I put my truck in gear and back out of the driveway. I floor it and within seconds, I'm speeding down the road.  I turn a corner, going too fast, and I see Brooklyn flash before me as my truck slams into a tree head-on.

**

              When I wake up everything is fuzzy. My eyes aren't focused, and I hear my mom crying next to me. I turn my head in the direction of her voice and feel her squeeze my hand. A bright light shines into one eye before moving to the other. I can hear a man talking. I don't know whether to me or my parents. I close my eyes a few minutes, willing myself to open them again. When I do, I can see my parents and an older man in a white coat. He must be the doctor. "Baby, can you hear me?" my mom says. I lick my lips. My mouth is so dry. I try to talk but can't get any words out. She tips a straw to my lips, and I sip water.

             
My throat feeling better, I manage to croak out, "What happened?"

             
The doctor speaks up. "You were in an accident. Your truck hit a tree as you came around a corner. You're pretty beat up but nothing that can't heal."

             
"How long have I been here?" I look over to my mom.

             
"Just two days. I thought you weren't going to wake up." She starts to sob.

             
I winced as I try to move. “Try not to move. You hit your head, so you have a slight concussion, and you broke your left arm. There is a lot of bruising on your chest but no broken ribs. Your speed was the factor, but there were no traces of alcohol in your system." The doctor rambles on. I know there was no alcohol because I hadn't drunk anything.

             
"Preston and Brooklyn came by today. They were really upset," Mom tells me as she tips the straw for another sip.

             
The mention of Brooklyn’s name breaks my heart all over again. "Great," I reply.

             
"He really needs to rest," the doctor tells my parents. "I'll give you a few more minutes, and then it may be better to come by tomorrow morning." After a few minutes of my parents fussing over me, they leave. I close my eyes and drift off once again.

**

              The next afternoon after my parents leave, Preston calls, letting me know he is stopping by later. I hope to myself that Brooklyn will come with him, but my hope is crushed when he walks in alone. "Dude, what the fuck? I thought you were staying the night at my place. Why did you leave?"

             
"I had something come up," I tell him.

             
"Good thing it happened now and not in the fall when we're back in school," Preston tells me jokingly. "Mom is worried. She actually panicked when I got the call that night."

             
"I'm sorry I worried ya'll." I moan as I shift in bed.

             
"Don't leave like that again. They said you were speeding. Why were you in such a hurry?" Preston questions.

             
"I don't know. I just needed to get home." I stir around.

             
"How long you in here for?" Preston sits next to me in the chair.

             
"I think I heard the doctor tell Mom a couple days. I should be home tomorrow. Dad said my truck is trashed. Hopefully I'll have a new one within the week." I point to the cup on the side table. "Thanks."

             
"Well, I'm going to head out, Sadie wants to hang. You need anything? I'll drop by to see you tomorrow at home." He walks toward the door.

             
"I'm good. Just need some rest so I can get out of here. Thanks, man. Tell your mom I'm fine." I grab the remote to the TV.

             
"Will do. Take it easy." He walks out the door.

             
I flip around on the TV for the next hour. I look at the clock, and it's a quarter till eight. I close my eyes, just listening to ESPN. I hear the door open and close, and assume it’s a nurse again. When I open my eyes, Brooklyn's standing there with tears in her eyes. "Don't cry. Please."

             
She nods. I scoot over as best as I can and pat the bed. "I can't, you’re hurt," she whispers.

             
"I'm fine." She sniffles. I hold up my right arm and motion to come closer, since my left is now in a cast.  She looks back behind her at the door before climbing up the bed and lying down, straddling on top of me. I wince from the pressure of my chest, but as she lies her head on me, I'm willing to take anything. Her hair smells like coconut. I rub her back as she sniffles in my chest. "Shhhh, baby, it's okay."

             
"I'm so sorry. I saw you yesterday, and you just were lying there. Preston called me earlier and told me you were awake, and I had to see you." She raises her head. I wipe her tear with my thumb.

             
"I look like shit." I laugh, trying to joke.

             
"No, not at all." She lightly wipes against my lip that is busted open. "I'm sorry. This is my fault." She leans forward, placing her lips against my swollen ones. I try to hold her as best I can to comfort her.