Landon: Justice Series ― Erotica Paranormal Romance (4 page)

Her hand over his mouth had him licking her palm. He’d never thought of doing that before, which he supposed was a good thing, as mostly men had shut him up. But her eyes darkened and he pulled her body to his as she held onto his shoulders.

“Stop that. We’ll never make it out of here if you keep this up.” He told her that worse things could happen. “You have to learn to curb your desire for just a little while, all right? What do you mean, you’re all necromancers? And who is Vinnie, and how do you know she’s a vampire?”

“I’ve seen her fangs.” Landon pulled her hand down to his cock, and she cupped him. “I don’t really care if we just stay here for however long it takes to make love. There is a bed. And we could lock the door.”

“No. And I told you to behave yourself. There are more important things going on at the moment that, believe it or not, don’t have to do with sex. You have to explain yourself. In a way that I can understand.” He nodded but didn’t let her hand go as he rocked into it. “You are so not helping right now.”

“I’m not trying to. Not in a way you’re hoping for anyway.” When she pulled from him, taking her hand away, he pouted. Landon didn’t remember ever pouting before in his life, but she grinned at him. “Come here and let me drink from you.”

“Focus, damn it. Necromancers. You said you were a necromancer. Why?” He asked her what she meant. “I mean, what do you do to make you a necro? I’m assuming you have some sort of power?”

“Yes. I can see the dead. All the time. A few of them live with me. My grandda for one.” She nodded, but he could tell she wasn’t believing him, or she was trying to and it wasn’t working. “There is a woman in this room with us. She’s only just arrived, but she’s right there. I don’t know what she wants from me, if anything, but she’s dressed in a uniform and she has blood on her dress.”

“And you can see her.” He answered that he could, even though it wasn’t a question. “And what do you suppose I need to know this for? I mean, it’s not like we’re dating or anything.”

“Because my grandda said you can find people, and that you’re being pursued to help some guys out.” Her face paled, and before he could reach for her, she smacked him back. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Who told you? What is it you think you might know? I’m not...who told you about me?” He told her again it was his grandda. “But he’s dead. I mean, I heard about him and how he’d died some time ago. Your mother, I know her dad died about the same time, right? But your father, his dad…your grandfather…has been gone for some time. So you can’t have been talking to him.”

“Right, and I have. He’s here too. But my other grandfather, he’s moved on from what I can see. Grandda Logan has been keeping me company for…well, since I was a baby. I had no idea he wasn’t alive until I was sent away when I was six. To a boarding school, so that my parents wouldn’t have to see me every day. Not that they did that often, but that’s where I spent most of my childhood.” He took her hand in his and held it tightly when she tried to pull away. “He told me your name is Dillon Kerrie. That you spent a great deal of your childhood in boarding schools and that you’re not close to your father either. And that you’re a person who uses psychometrics. He thought that you could help us, the rest of the team, when it comes to our jobs, and that you and I would...he thought we’d hit it off. He was tired of me being alone.”

When she backed further away from him, Landon stepped toward her. He knew that any minute now she was going to hit the closed door, and he was afraid she’d open it and leave him forever. As he matched her step for step, all he could think about was keeping her safe and close to him.

“You got this from someone. I don’t mean your dead grandda, either.” He said nothing, moving slowly so as not to scare her any more than she already was. “I want you to leave me alone. I want you to get away from...is that why we had sex? You think to hold me there somehow?”

“No. I don’t know why the need to have sex with you made us do what we did. And it wasn’t just me, Dillon. You wanted me as badly as I did you.” She said nothing as her back touched the door finally. He moved quickly now, hoping to hold her there until he could explain. “You’re as safe with me as you would be with anyone. I promise you this.”

She was struggling with it. He could see that. And he was pretty sure that she believed him when he said he got his information from his grandda. When she looked down, tears forming in her eyes, it was all he could do not to take her away from everything and everyone and hold her tightly in his arms.

“I don’t know what to do.” He nodded and lifted her chin up so that he could look into her tear filled eyes. “There is only one person trying to find me, and I think it’s only because I said no to him. I never...I don’t think he means to kill me or anything like that, but I refuse to do anything that is going to get me into trouble. My father, much like yours, doesn’t like to have people tell him no. He thinks that because he was present for my conception that he sort of owns me.”

“I understand.” And he did too. More than she could know. “We’re going to go out there, and we’ll explain to my family who you are and what you’re doing with me. Then we’ll work on keeping you safe from him and anyone else that comes along.”

“What am I doing with you?” He just shrugged and then leaned into her mouth just enough to feel her breath on his mouth. “Don’t tease me, Landon. Kiss me.”

“Gladly.” Taking her mouth, Landon lifted her up enough that he could feel her pussy at his cock. Rocking her against the door behind her, he rolled his tongue over hers, trying to get as much of her flavor into his mouth as he could. He wanted her, his cock, hard and hurting, wanted to be freed and buried deep within her, but she pulled his head back and looked up at him. She was pretty good at keeping him under control, and he sort of loved it.

“You’re dangerous.” Grinning, he kissed her again as she held onto him. But when she pulled his head back this time, he could see that she wanted him as much as he did her. “We have to do this. Not this, the sex, but go out of this room. They might wonder what we’re doing here.”

“I’m stone hard. I’m pretty sure one look at me and they’re going to know.” He rocked into her again. “Let me have you. I want to fuck you right here. Just to...just enough that I can make us both more relaxed.”

“That’s the dumbest pick-up line I’ve ever heard.” He lifted her blouse up and cupped her bare breast into his hand, thumbing her nipple. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

Turning her, he thumbed the lock on the door and made his way to the bed. He had to have her. Not when they got home, but right now. Laying her on the bed, he pushed up her skirt and then leaned down to her pussy. She was soaking wet, and he licked the first taste of her.

“I’m not going to survive you, am I?” He just grinned as he pulled his pants down to his thighs. Fisting his cock, he moved it over her clit and juices until he nearly came himself. When she grabbed the pillow from the top of the bed and put it over her face, Landon slammed forward and nearly cried out himself. She fit him. That’s all he could think about as he filled her over and over; she fit him.

He wanted to take his time, fuck her slowly, and watch her face as she enjoyed it. But he was hurting and they weren’t in a very private place. Moving the pillow from her face, he kissed her hard, hungrily as he fucked her, pounding her as hard as he’d wanted to in the truck earlier.

“When you come with me, we’re going to have to be quiet about it.” He lifted her blouse up over her breast and tugged hard on the tight nipple. “When I get you home, I’m going to take my time with you. Explore every inch of you after I eat you.”

“Please. I need to come. Fuck me, Landon. Come in me.” He had a thought that they weren’t using protection again, but she tightened around him, strangling his cock, and he knew that she was coming. Letting his own body go, Landon could have sworn that he felt his cock releasing in her all the way to his toes. Then she bit him on the shoulder, and Landon came apart again. It was the best thing that had ever happened to him, going to his parents’ house and finding her there.

Keeping his weight off her, he held her to him as he rested. Christ, he’d not had this much sex in five years, and never had he come this hard. When she opened her eyes to look at him, he knew then that he could love this woman for the rest of his life and never tire of her. As he helped her dress, then himself, Landon tried to tell himself that he was lonely and that she was nothing more than a woman he was helping, but that hurt not just his heart but his head as well. When they were both presentable, he took her into the hall again, this time holding her hand tightly in his, and she never once tried to pull away.

Chapter 4

Vinnie watched the two of them. Landon said he would explain to her later what was going on, but for now, she just watched her. The man with Landon, his grandda, she’d seen before, but he didn’t concern her as much as the one that kept going in and out of the room, who seemed to focus all his energy on making sure that Dillon wasn’t hurt.

Ghosts could, she’d only just realized, hurt you. They could even kill you if they took a mind to. Shove you into oncoming traffic. Or even whisper in your ear that you wanted to die. Some of the weaker minded people would follow through on these suggestions, but not a lot. Most of the time they would just hang out and offer up suggestions on what they wanted you to do. But this man was different. He was not even aware, Vinnie would bet, that he was watching over her.

He would keep close to her when Landon wasn’t near her. Twice when she’d gone to the bathroom, the ghost had gone with her, standing outside the door until she came out, and then following her down the hall until she was next to Landon. Or one of them. Then Vinnie realized that Logan was falling in love with the woman. And the ghost knew it, Vinnie thought.

“Please don’t speak to him. I don’t think she can see him; or she might know he’s there, but does not speak to him.” Vinnie leaned back and waited for Logan to explain himself. “He’s not related to her. He’s someone that she was supposed to find for the family, but his body was...he wasn’t happy that they were not able to find all of him. He’d been dismembered by his murderer, and the family was satisfied with what she’d been able to locate for them. But I think...do you think that he is bothering her for some reason?”

“No. I think he’s keeping her safe from someone else. How much?” Vinnie asked him quietly. Logan nodded as if he knew what she meant, and she waited for him to return to her after he’d gone to see his grandson. Landon had left the room for a moment, and when Logan returned, he said that Kari was in the final stages of labor. “How much was she able to find for them?”

“All but his head. I don’t think he thought they should have been happy with her not finding it. But you should know that she did try. I heard that she even went out to the site where the body had been located by herself to see if she could find it on her own. But she wasn’t that lucky.” She asked him if they’d caught the murderer. “Oh yes. She was able to lead them to him when they found the saw that he’d used. Left some of him behind on it, I guess. I’m not sure how all that works, you see. But she is trying to find it. You think that he’s protecting her from my Landon? I assure you that he’s not going to hurt her.”

“I know that. But you’ve been watching her for more than just the few times you’ve seen her at your son’s house.” The man looked around nervously, and she did as well. The only person who might have been able to hear her was Kari, and she was a little busy right now with birthing the baby. “How long have you had your eye on her for Landon?”

“Landon is very...he’s more than just lonely, but he’s hurting too. Some days I despair of him getting out of the house when he had no reason to, and I think that his parents hurt him more than I thought. Not that I don’t still believe that, but with her with him, he can think on other things other than...other than what he believes he’s responsible for.” She asked him what that might be. “You know his name and how old he is, don’t you? Well, look him up. I can’t...someone should have done it long before now to help him, but I don’t think...no, I know that Landon would leave should someone find out. But it’s all lies.”

“He killed someone.” Logan shook his head sadly. “Then he thinks he did. And his parents are blaming him for it.”

“Look him up.” Logan stood up then and moved away before turning back to her. “When you need me, just call my name. I’ve learned to keep myself hidden from people like you, and it has served me well. But you call me when you’ve figured it out and I’ll come back to you.”

When he faded out of the room, Vinnie sat there for several minutes, not paying much attention to the things going on around her. As she sat there, her mind drifting in and out, she started to close her eyes, and that was when she saw them.

The boys looked like preps. Both of them were about sixteen to seventeen years old when they were killed. And neither of them looked like it had been a very easy death, either. They’d been burned, and badly. The taller of the two worse than the other.

They were tormenting Landon. Not only that, but they were touching him, sticking their bodies into his until he had to get up and move. The boys, laughing now, followed him to the other side of the room and began their torment again. She had no idea what they were saying, but whatever it was, it was tearing Landon apart. His aura was dark with pain, and she wanted to see what she could do to help him. Pulling out her cell phone, she put in his name and realized her mistake immediately.

There were six Landon Logans. Clicking on each one, she read their dates of birth and death until she came to Logan. The man’s picture was there with his obituary. The man had lived a very colorful and very happy life, it seemed. Not only that, Landon’s grandfather had managed to nearly triple his money in a single move some years before Landon had been born, and left it all to his only child, Landon’s father. And when he’d been murdered by an intruder at his home at the age of ninety-four, Vinnie had a feeling it was the saddest day in his life not to be able to go on with the next adventure. He’d been a widow for nearly forty years when he’d passed. Then she pulled up her Landon.

The sixth in a long and very prestigious lineage, Landon came from very old money. As she read about his line, his family history, Vinnie had a feeling that what might have been printed was nothing like what his real life really was. Then she came to the day of the fire.

Landon had been in Paris at an all-boys boarding school when it broke out. There were rumors that Landon himself had set it, but that was quickly dismissed when the attorneys for the family said that he’d been able to save five other boys who had been caught in the blaze that took down three of the larger dorms at the school, as well as a portion of the gym that had been the focus of the investigation. It was said, and sort of glossed over, that there had been a drug lab in the upper levels that had never been discovered until the fire happened. Two boys, both of whom had been kicked out of the school some time before, had been killed. And according to their pictures, grainy and faded in the paper, it was the two with Landon now.

It went on to say that Landon had been able to pull one body out on his own minutes after the fire trucks had arrived, and had gone in for more before anyone could guess his intent. All told, it said that he’d managed to bring out the few that had been in the building when the explosion had rocked the place, and the bodies of two who had died before help could arrive. Those two were the only deaths attributed to the fire. And Landon had been hurt badly in it as well.

She never got any further in her reading, as Steele came into the room with them. Vinnie watched his face, the way he seemed to be slightly overwhelmed by it all, until Ray snapped his finger in front of his face. And even then, he wasn’t entirely focused.

“I’m a dad.” Ray laughed and asked him of what. “I have a daughter. A little girl. She and her mom are...I have a little girl, and she’s the most gorgeous thing. All her toes and...it’s a girl. I have a little girl.”

Everyone congratulated him and asked how they were doing. Steele seemed to get his act together after a little bit, and told them that she weighed eight pounds and five ounces and was nineteen inches long. That she had red hair like her mother and the bluest eyes. When asked her name, Steele turned to his sister and asked her to tell them. Aster had died at seventeen, but had never left her only brother.

“Her name is Aster Bethany Constance Bennett. And she really is very beautiful.” It was a day for celebration, and everyone brought out gifts hidden around the room. Even the nurses had bought them a gift, as well as the doctor who Vinnie knew they’d helped out a couple of times. And as they made their way back to see the baby and new mom, Vinnie asked to speak to Dillon.

“Are you planning to warn me off?” Vinnie asked her if someone else had already tried that. “No. But we’ve only known each other today and he wants me to move in with him. I mean...we’re already sleeping together, so I guess why not. So if you’re planning to tell me to go away quietly or else, then I’m going to tell you to fuck off.”

Her face turned bright red when she spoke, and Dillon stared at her for several seconds before Vinnie laughed. “You always say what’s on your mind, or is it because of me?”

“I have no idea. I’m sort of stressed out right now.” Vinnie told her she could understand that. “You’re the vampire, aren’t you? Married to Mitch. And Addie, she’s...well, she told me she’s like Steele, but I have no idea what that means. And Kari is a panther.”

“That’s right. And the men, all of them, are necromancers. Of varying degrees of talent.” Dillon said she was a practitioner of psychometrics. “And that would be what? I kind of know what the word means, but not really.”

“I can find things or people. Just with a touch. It has to be something that belonged to the person. And I don’t mean like a shirt or pants, but something that they treasured. Like a ring or something close to their hearts. I know that we’re portrayed as being able to find things with a hairbrush or even a button. But I can’t work that way. Anyone can use a brush after you do. And a button will catch all kinds of vibes from other people with just a hug or two.” Vinnie nodded and told her she knew of a couple of people like that. But sadly they were gone now. “Yes. I have done some research on my kind as well, and they don’t seem to last long. Usually someone kills them, or it’s too much for them and they end their lives. It’s a sad...we’re not very trusted, I guess you could say.”

“Someone is looking for you.” Dillon said that someone was, but they were harmless. “And the man who haunts you? What do you know about him?”

“I don’t know what you mean. I have...who is it, do you know?” She told her what Logan had told her, leaving out the older man’s name. “Crenshaw. His name was Danny Crenshaw and he’s not...he’s here? He was killed about five years ago over some gambling debt. But why would he be haunting me? I found him and his killer.”

“He wants his head found.” Dillon stared at her for several seconds before Vinnie continued. “He’s watching over you. Keeping other ghosts away that might want something from you. He also pushes you into things, like safe places, I’m betting, when someone gets too close to finding you.”

“He’s directing me. How? And more importantly, why?” Vinnie told her that the man more than likely thought that she needed him. “I looked and looked for his head, but it’s not anywhere I can find it. If they burned it, which is what the police said they’d done, then I’d still be able to go there and find the place. But there is nothing. As if his head never was lost.”

“Tell Landon. I’m sure that he knows about your ghost, but not what he wants from you. Tell him and he can have some of his connections look for you.” Dillon asked what she meant. “They can find out where his head is, maybe. I mean, it’s worth a try. For all you know, he even knows where it is.”

Vinnie waited with the young woman as she worked things out in her head. For some reason, Vinnie admired her, the way she seemed to have her shit together, even thrown under the bus as she had been. When Landon came out to get her and Dillon, she went into the room to see the new baby as well. But Vinnie had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be like this forever. Things were going to hit the fan soon, and she was afraid someone was going to get hurt.

~~~

Landon showed her around his house. He had been aware of how empty it was, but never more so than he was now. There were a couple of chairs at the table he’d bought on sale a few days ago, as well as some small appliances that he’d had to have…a tea maker, as well as a tea pot to make hot tea. There wasn’t much in the way of dishes in the cabinet, but he had a boxed set, a gift from Ray, as well as lots of silverware still in the wrapping that it came in. And there were lots of things left over in the kitchen that Amber, Vinnie’s grandmother, had left him as well. But as for furniture, there wasn’t much.

“I have a bed.” He felt his face heat up again. “I mean, I have a place for us to sleep. And there are a couple of dressers in the room too. I think they match. I never really looked before.” Her giggle had him smiling at her.

“You’re nervous. Why is that?” He told her he had no idea. “Well, stop it. You’re making me nuts with it. And this house is beautiful, filled or not. I like it. And I’m glad you have a bed. It’ll make resting so much easier. Unless, of course, it’s a twin. Then you’re on the floor, buddy.”

“It’s a super king, and we’ll share it. I’m a little lonely, I guess, but I don’t mind being here alone.” He thought of what he’d said. “I’m not wanting you to move out. I’m just saying that before you got here, it was lonely. I was lonely. I’m not going to be with.... Christ, I need to just shut up. I never babble, and here I am making a sport of it or something.”

Dillon laughed and Landon felt it to his toes and back. He pulled her into his arms, just loving the way she fit under his chin, the way her hair, short and cute, felt good in his fingers. He loved everything about this woman, and thought perhaps he could love her for the rest of his days if she’d let him. Instead of embarrassing himself again, he thought of her laughter.