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Chapter
Six

It
had been an hour or so since Lyric had shown up at the party. She was on her
third beer, had a buzz going on, but was about to call it quits with the
alcohol and the night. Marie was over in the corner, pressed against the window
with a guy all over her. Although she’d tried to reason with her friend,
explaining why making out with a guy she didn’t know, and one in college and
probably way more experienced, wasn’t the best idea, Marie hadn’t been drunk
and knew what she was doing.

Looking
down at her cell, Lyric saw it was only going on eleven, still early party
wise, but she was done with this scene. It wasn’t for her anyway, and she had
only come because Marie had talked her into it. Her bed was sounding nice right
about now, and with her dad and stepmother gone for the weekend, and Landon
here, probably going to be passed out before the night was over with, she’d
have the whole house to herself.

Looking
up and scanning the crowd again, she tried to see if she could spot Landon.
Since seeing him show up she’d been looking for him, but once he’d gone into
the kitchen and disappeared she hadn’t seen him again. It was probably for the
best. Even after they’d left school that day and spent a few hours together, it
wasn’t like their relationship drastically changed. In fact, aside from a few
conversations here and there, and of course that shower incident where he’d
been in nothing but a towel far too small for his huge frame, they’d not
talked.

God, him in a towel…

Yeah,
she was sitting here alone, blushing, and thinking about Landon in that towel,
his hard muscles on display and splatters of water on his chest.

Lyric
knew her desires for Landon weren’t right, knew that nothing would ever come of
them. Their parents would be horrified, and people would think they were sick,
twisted, because of what society deemed as taboo.

Or
maybe it was just the whole bad boy thing he had going on? Maybe that’s what
turned her on so much?
No, it’s something
more, something deeper. Landon has more to him than what he shows everyone.

And
then she saw him through the kitchen window, the porch light illuminating his
big form as he stood there drinking a beer. He was so much larger than many of
the other guys, so much more muscular. People didn’t know him, didn’t
understand him, and aside from Devon and a few of the other assholes in the
school, people tended to stay away from Landon. The fact he was only eighteen,
but looked like he had a lifetime of experience, turned her on even more.

 
Standing and pushing all thoughts away from
Landon, she headed over to where Marie was. For a second she didn’t know if she
should interrupt, but then again if she didn’t she’d be here all night.

“Marie,”
she yelled out. It took another few tries, but finally the guy that was dry
humping and mouth screwing her friend pulled away. Marie looked at her, her
mouth red and glossy, and Lyric couldn’t help but grimace at the sight.

“You
okay?” Lyric asked. Marie grinned and nodded.

“I’m
good,” Marie said, her voice clear, her face not showing any signs of being
drunk, although she’d known Marie hadn’t been wasted when she started making
out with the guy.

“I’m
going to get some water and head home,” she had to shout out. They’d driven
separately for this exact reason, and although Lyric had a few beers, she was
fine to drive.

“What?”
Marie said, but it wasn’t because she couldn’t hear Lyric. She pushed the guy
away from her, but he didn’t stray from her. “You’re leaving? It’s early
still.”

Lyric
shrugged. “I’m not having a lot of fun, and as entertaining as it is to watch
you make out with him,” she tilted her head to the frat guy, “I am also tired.”

“Then
I’ll go home, too.”

Lyric
shook her head. “You’re having a great time.” She grinned. “I mean unless you
want to go home?” Lyric asked, not sure if Marie wanted to get away from this
guy and didn’t have the chance.

Marie
looked over at the guy and grinned. “I don’t want to, but that doesn’t mean I
want you to leave by yourself either.”

“I’m
good, Marie, really. You stay and have fun, and text me when you get home.”

They
hugged, and Lyric went into the kitchen for a bottle of water. Once she pushed
her way out of there, bottle in hand, she headed out the front door.

She
stood there for a second. At the front of the house a bunch of people still
congregated outside, smoking. But mainly everyone was inside or out back. The
house was kind of out in the middle of nowhere, so the threat of neighbors
calling the cops wasn’t too bad. She reached into her pocket for her keys, and
before she knew what was happening someone grabbed her around the waist and was
pulling her toward the side of the house. She opened her mouth to scream, but a
hand was slapped over it, having fear rise up even harder in her.

Lyric
was pressed against the side of the house, but with the big body pressed to
hers, keeping her immobile, and the hand still on her throat, she was helpless.

“God,
you smell good.”

Her
eyes widened at the slurred sound of Devon’s voice by her ear. He started
working his mouth down her cheek and throat, and sucked at the base of her
neck. She tried to wedge her hands between their bodies and push him away, but
he was a big guy, and strong, too.

 
And then a wet mouth latched onto her throat.

“You
taste so good, Lyric.” He ran his tongue up her throat and kissed the side of
her mouth. Lyric turned her head and tried to push him away, but he had her
pinned to the side of the house. He let go of her mouth, but wrapped his hand
loosely around her neck.

“Devon,
let me go. You’re drunk.”

“I’ve
wanted you for a long ass time, but you keep being a little cock teasing
bitch.”

She
had no idea what in the hell he was talking about. Not only did he never once
ask her out or imply that he wanted her, he’d been nothing but a dick to her.
She tried moving out from under him, but this time he had his lips pressed to
her mouth.

“Come
on, Lyric. Just put out. Stop playing hard to get,” he murmured against her
mouth, and she turned her head, feeling bile rise. He smelled like cigarettes
and booze, and the combination was sickening.

 
“No, Devon,” she tried pushing him away again.
“Please stop or I’ll scream.”

“You
don’t want me to stop.” He kissed the side of her neck again. “You want me to
go further, don’t you, Lyric?”

She
opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound he had his hand
on her mouth again. Lyric’s heart slammed hard against her ribs. She looked
around, hoping to see someone, plead with her eyes to help her. But Devon had
picked a spot where it was eerily void of activity. She breathed out her nose
hard and fast, felt herself grow dizzy because of her hyper-respirations, and
also the fact Devon was sliding his hand down to cup her breast now.

“Yeah,
you’re actually a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he said, as if to himself. He
pressed his fingers painfully into her flesh, and she tried in vain to push him
away again.

He
removed his hand again and tried to kiss her, but before his fingers could move
fully away from her mouth she leaned an inch forward and bit his hand. He
grunted, and she used that opportunity to scream out and push him back. He must
have been stunned because he gave her room and was looking down at his hand.
She turned, about to run, but he grabbed her hair and yanked her backward.

Tears
pricked her eyes, and she gasped out.

“You
stupid little bitch.”

She
tried to push him away again, but one of his hands was wrapped around her
throat again. Hot tears tracked down her cheeks, because she knew if someone
didn’t help, or she couldn’t figure out how to stop this, the end result would
leave her broken.

Just
as she heard the zipper of his jeans being pushed down, Devon’s body was no
longer pressed against hers. She was frozen against the side of the house, her
focus ahead of her as two shapes were now in the grass. The lighting was horrible
back here, and it didn’t help that she was crying angry and scared tears, her
vision blurry.

Lyric
wiped her eyes, and the scene before her became clearer, shockingly so. Devon
was now on his back on the ground while Landon stood over him, his hands at his
sides, his face a mask of rage. Devon was groaning and holding the side of his
face. Landon lifted his head and stared right at her, and she wiped away her
tears, feeling all her emotion become numb for a moment.

And
then Devon tried to get up. Landon reared his arm back and punched Devon in the
gut, dropping the other man to the ground once more. She felt her eyes widen as
she saw the anger morph Landon’s face. He leaned down so he was right over
Devon now, and started slamming his fist into Devon’s face repeatedly. Devon’s
feeble attempts to get Landon to stop only seemed to make him more aggressive
and violent. In the moonlight, Landon’s muscles strained every time he reared
back and slammed his fist into Devon. He wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t even
breathing hard. He looked collected, steady.

Only
when Devon finally stopped fighting back and moaned on the ground did Landon
get off of him. He stood above Devon for a few seconds, rolling his head on his
neck, and then cracking his knuckles.

“You
put your hands on Lyric again and I won’t stop, Devon. I’ll fucking kill you.”

He
turned and faced Lyric, and all she could do was stand there and stare at the
carnage. He’d come to her rescue, saved her from being raped by Devon. She
should have felt fear over all of this, over what Devon had been doing to her.
Hell, she should have been traumatized. But all she felt was this warmth move
through her.

Landon
moved back to her, and once in front of her all she could do was tilt her head
back and look at him. He had blood on his shirt, and she assumed his fists,
too.

“You’re
okay?” he asked in a gravelly voice. He was looking her over, but it wasn’t
heated or sexual He was making sure she was okay.

“I’m
okay,” she whispered, and before she knew what she was doing she threw herself
in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and all she could feel was
that ever-present warmth in her. After a few seconds he had his arms around her
waist and held her tight.

“I
could have killed him for touching you, Lyric.”

She
breathed out and nodded. “I’m glad you didn’t. He’s not worth it, Landon.” She
pulled back and smiled at him. “Thank you.”

He
reached out and smoothed his thumb along her cheek, and that’s when she felt
the wetness smear along her skin. She hadn’t even realized she’d still been
crying.

“Let’s
go home.”

She
hadn’t heard anything better in a long time.

Chapter
Seven

Landon
had started the gas fireplace up, even though it wasn’t that cold out. But she
liked having the lights off, and since she was shaking slightly, the warmth
felt incredible. He’d even made her some tea and wrapped a blanket around her.
She hadn’t realized how being comforted by him would feel so good.

She
had her feet curled under her, her half drunk tea in her hands, and stared at
the fireplace. Landon was in the chair across from her, but she felt his gaze
on her. Looking over at him, she saw this hard expression on his face, his eyes
locked on hers.

“You
okay?” she asked, because he still seemed so angry, so disconnected even.

He
breathed out and leaned back on the chair, looking over at the fire. For a few
second she didn’t speak or move. “I want to go back there and kick his ass all
over again.”

As
they’d been leaving she’d seen Devon picking his sorry ass off the ground and
stumbling back to the party. Who knew what he’d tell everyone about why his
face was fucked up. She didn’t care though.

“He’s
not worth it,” she said again.

Landon
looked at her again, his jaw clenched tightly. “But you are.”

His
statement took her aback for a second, and she was startled that he’d said
something like that, but her entire body tingled as well. More silence passed
between them. She didn’t know how to respond, so instead of saying something
stupid she stood.

“I’m
going to put this in the sink.”

He
was still watching her intensely.

“You
want anything?” Her voice cracked on the last word.

“No,”
he said softly, but there was still that deepness to his voice, that serrated
noise that moved along her body as if he’d reached out and touched her.

She
nodded and turned, feeling her hands shake and her knees lock up. What was
happening to her? Was she actually wanting something with Landon, something
sexual, personal, something that they shouldn’t be doing?

She
went into the kitchen and set the cup in the sink. For a second she just braced
her hands on the edge of the counter and looked out the window. Her mind was
going through a hundred different thoughts right now, and it all had to do with
Landon. Breathing out once more she turned and headed back into the living
room. He was standing in front of the fireplace now, her father’s bottle of
whiskey in his hand. He took a swig, turned and faced her, and held it out to
her.

She
shouldn’t drink anymore, but after the night she had, and what she was feeling
for Landon, she said screw it. Taking the bottle she tipped it back and
swallowed a mouthful. It burned going down, but she welcomed the discomfort.

“What
are you thinking?” he asked in a deep, but soft voice.

She
thought about lying, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to be truthful with
Landon, especially after what he’d done for her tonight. Handing the bottle
back to him, Lyric stared at him, her throat tight, dry.

“I’m
thinking about you,” she said in all honesty.

He
didn’t answer right away, but he did place the bottle on the mantel and turn
fully to face her. “I’m thinking about you, too, Lyric.”

She
clenched her hands at the way she felt when he said her name. Everything in her
body heated, becoming sensitized, and he hadn’t done anything but look at her
and speak to her.

“What
kind of things are you thinking about?” she found herself asking him.

“Things
I shouldn’t, Lyric.”

She
licked her lips and felt her heart pick up speed when he moved closer to her.
She wasn’t afraid, didn’t want to move away, but still she found herself taking
a step back. The wall stopped her retreat, and she placed her hands on it, her
palms coming into contact with the cooled wallpaper.

He
kept moving toward her until he was only a few inches from her now, his body
heat far warmer than the fire. She wanted him, no doubt about that, and despite
what happened, what had
almost
happened with Devon, she didn’t feel any lasting effects. She only felt this
one moment as she stared into Landon’s green eyes.

Kiss me.

Landon
groaned, and she idly wondered if she’d said those two words out loud, but he
hadn’t moved to do it. So, pulling up all of her nerves and strength, she
breathed out slowly and said what she wanted, not afraid to express it.

“Landon,”
she whispered his name, “kiss me.”

He
made this low sound, and then he was pressed right to her, his mouth on hers,
his hand in her hair.

She
moaned into his mouth, and their tongues slid along each other. She knew if she
didn’t stop this now she would probably do something they’d both end up regretting,
but she couldn’t help herself, couldn’t stop herself.

Lyric
had always relied on what her instincts told her, on what her body felt, and
right now it was saying to let Landon have her in all ways.

Slipping
her hands between their bodies, she started tugging on his belt, but faster
than she anticipated, and to her disappointment, he stopped her from going any
further. He pulled away, his warm, whiskey smelling breath coasting over her
lips.

“Wait,
Lyric,” he said on a rushed breath, as if he couldn’t breathe. Even though
shadows played over his face she could see the hard outline of his expression,
could see that he looked torn. He rested his forehead against hers, and they
both just stood there, neither speaking.

“I
don’t want to stop, Landon.” Even Lyric could hear how needy she sounded. He
pulled back another inch and stared down at her. His gaze was on her lips, his
jaw hard, his eyes looking heavy lidded. She felt his massive erection press
against her belly, and a fresh wave of arousal slammed into her.

“This
isn’t right?” he said, but it was phrased like a question.

“Says
who?” she whispered.

He
lifted his gaze to hers again. “We’re family.”

Her
stomach clenched in distaste. “No offense, but I’ve never seen you as family,
as a brother, Landon. I’ve never looked at you as my stepbrother.” She hadn’t
meant that in a bad way, because although she cared about him, had lived under
the same roof with him for years, she never had any kind of familial connection
with him. “You haven’t seen me as…” She didn’t even want to finish that
sentence.

“Fuck
no, Lyric. I never saw you as my sister, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

She
breathed out in relief. “Then what’s the problem? Why do you think this is
wrong?”

“Because
my mom married your dad, and if they found out they wouldn’t be happy about
this.” An almost pained expression crossed his face. “But, yeah, honestly, I
don’t want to fucking stop this, Lyric, but I also know what almost happened
tonight, what would have happened if I didn’t show up when I did…” He said the
words low, maybe trying to sound calm, but she could hear the anger rising in
his voice.

“I
don’t want to think about that. It didn’t happen because you did show up, did
save me.” She rose up and kissed him. “Just kiss me, Landon.”

“God,
Lyric, baby.” The heat and arousal were laced together in his voice.

Fire
moved through her at the fact he’d just said those words. “Then let’s not stop
again,” she whispered against his mouth, slightly surprised with herself. She
wasn’t a virgin, had lost it her sophomore year at the creek. No one knew about
that, not even Marie. Truthfully she was embarrassed that she’d gotten rid of
it the way she had. But now, in a way, she was glad that was not looming over
her. She didn’t have to worry about what he’d think or say if he knew she had
never had sex.

“Damn,”
he groaned out that last word.

She
took that as affirmation that he wanted this. She moved her hands up his
thickly corded biceps, felt the muscles tense and flex beneath them, and could
see the few tattoos he had peeking out from under his t-shirt sleeves. His
muscles were so hard and defined, and when she let her fingers curl into his
skin he tensed.

When
she pressed her breasts more firmly against his chest he closed his eyes and
groaned. Then he leaned down an inch, cupped the side of her face, and kissed
her until she couldn’t breathe, and would have begged him for more.

“You
have no fucking clue how much I want you right now.” As if to show her he meant
what he said he gripped her wrist with his big strong hands, and pulled her
lower body forward in one quick motion. His hard cock dug into her belly, and a
gasp and moan left her, seemingly at the same time.

Not
wanting to prolong this, because frankly she felt like she was losing her mind
as it was, Lyric reached between their bodies and grabbed his zipper. His hold
on her waist tightened, and she knew that despite his control, if she pushed
him he’d break. That gave her this enormous amount of courage and strength to
keep going. The longer she stared at his face the more she saw the slight,
subtle changes cover his expression. It was as if he’d been holding back just
now, and he was about to give her exactly what she wanted.

Good.

“You
feel that?” he said in a gruff voice. He ground his jean-clad cock against her
hand. She hadn’t pulled his shaft out through the fly yet, but she could feel
how big he really was. It wasn’t a surprise, not when he was tall and muscular
… so powerful in all ways. It was only logical that every part of Landon was
just as impressive.

Lyric
nodded, not able to find her voice all of a sudden.

He
loosened his hold on her while keeping his eyes locked with hers.

“Finish
unzipping my pants, Lyric,” Landon said in a hoarse, purely male voice that had
every part of her warming.

 
She swallowed, loving that touch of dominance
and control in his voice, in the way he looked at her. She slowly brought his
zipper all the way down, and it sounded obscenely loud in the room, and also
coupled with their harsh breathing. Once it was down, she went to work on the
button. Pulling the two flaps of denim apart, she reached her hand through the
opening in his boxer briefs. Landon didn’t move, but she felt his entire body
tense more when she actually wrapped her fingers around his massive length. Trying
to hold in her moan was futile, and the soft sound escaped her. She also felt
her eyes widen at the sheer size of him, at the girth and length of his
erection.

If
not for the flicker of emotion that moved over his face, or the sound that came
from his throat when she tightened her hold on him, she might have thought he
was unaffected by it all. But she knew better. Landon was just very well
trained at keeping himself in check at all times. She’d seen that over and over
again, saw the way he could hold his own without even looking like anything
bothered him.

He
was big in her palm, hot and hard, and the crown slick with his pre-cum. She
grew even wetter when the tips of her fingers didn’t touch as she held him in
her hand.

“God
damn that feels good.” He leaned in an inch so their lips were a hairsbreadth
apart. “It feels really fucking good having your hand on my cock.”

When
Lyric started stroking him in short motions, Landon’s chest rose and fell even
harder, slightly faster. He let go of her waist with one hand and placed it on
the wall beside her head, bracing himself above her as he leaned in just a
small fraction closer.

They
shared the same air as they looked into each other’s eyes. Her pussy was so
wet, her panties soaked. Her nipples were hard, as well, the material moving
along the hardened peaks in an annoying, almost painful way.

Lyric
licked her lips and pulled his shaft out from the confines of the material. She
loved that a small groan left him after the fact. He closed his eyes and once
again rested his forehead on hers when she started stroking him from root to
tip, touching every part of his dick.

“Yeah,
that’s it, Lyric baby.”

A
tingling sensation slammed into her pussy after he spoke, and she felt her
throat tighten.

“You
want me to kiss you? Want me to take possession of you?” He had his eyes open
again, looking right at her.

He
was toying with her, and she wanted to scream out that it wasn’t fair, that she
needed this now.

“Yes,
kiss me—” Before she even got the last word out he slammed his mouth on hers
with enough force her head fell back against the wall. His cock felt like it
jerked in her grasp, growing harder, bigger even. He speared his tongue between
her lips, fucking her mouth like she wanted him to do between her thighs.

When
Landon groaned against her lips and thrust his hips forward and pulled back,
fucking himself in her grasp, she moaned, as well. A tingling started inside of
her, intensifying and spreading throughout her entire body. He didn’t stop
kissing her as he started a slow, steady thrust of his hips, further pushing
his erection in her hand then pulling away. Over and over he did that, using
her hand as the instrument of his pleasure. But God, she loved it.