Landon's Obsession: An Endless Series: Book 3 (Series 3)

LANDON’S OBSESSION

Series Three of an
Endless Novel

Published by:

Sara Hess

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PART ONE

LANDON

     “Dude, you need to get your ass over to Tommy’s ASAP.
There are shit loads of hot woman in the tiniest bikini’s you’ve ever seen, and
they are
ready
and
willing
.”

     I shook my head at Todd’s report.  Unfortunately, we
were communicating via cell phones so Todd wasn’t able to see said head shake.
“How is that different than yesterday?” Tommy was having one of his three day
parties and there were always a shit load of girls in strings there. “I can’t
believe you guys are up and about after last night. I’m just waking up.” I
yawned, giving testimony to that detail.

     Todd barked out a laugh. “Shit dude, it’s nearly noon,
and where are you waking up at? I saw several girls hanging off you last night.”

     I guided my black Ford Mustang through the streets of Richmond, Virginia because I was in fact coming from some chick’s house. She’d invited me
back to her house, or rather her parent’s pool house, for a couple hours of
sweaty, down and dirty sex…her words, not mine. I hadn’t been too drunk to
drive so I’d taken her up on her offer, and it hadn’t been too bad, but hell,
one chick was pretty much the same as another, and sexual release was sexual
release.

     After the first fuck she’d convinced me to stay for
further drinks while she’d danced some stripper moves in an effort to work me
up for a second round. Three drinks and twenty minutes later she’d finally
accomplished her mission; riding me like a cowgirl in the lounge chaise I’d
been sitting in while watching her.

     She had worn out her welcome on me after that and I’d been
a step out the door when she’d presented the idea of a second girl. I was bored
enough to be sufficiently interested in checking out this second girl. I’d had
two girls before, but not often enough that it was old. By the time the second
girl had gotten there I was smashed and they’d had to do some serious girl on
girl action to work me up again.

     Normally I wouldn’t have stayed the night at a chick’s
house but I’d been too drunk and exhausted to skip out afterwards. Thankfully, both
girls had still been sleeping on the bed when I’d woken up on the chaise this
morning and I was able to get out of there without waking them. The one girl
had been too dogged in wanting me to stay that I knew she’d be a problem.

     Some girls were fine with casual, usually those who
didn’t know who I was, but those who did tried to latch on to me like a sucker fish
in a tank coated with algae. 

     “If I described the girl to you would that really clear
it up for you?” I asked.

     That got me another bark of laughter from Todd.
“Probably not. Did you even remember her name this morning?”

     I hadn’t concerned myself with remembering her name
last night. “I remember that she’s a sophomore in college.”

     “Fuck man. How do you get these college females when
you’re not even in college yet? Do you remember which college?” He asked, humor
dripping through the phone.  

     “Uh…no.” I wasn’t bothered by his humor, or my bad
memory. Actually, it wasn’t that my memory was bad; it was just that I hadn’t
cared. We’d hooked up for one purpose, the insignificant shit-chat before hand
was inconsequential but something they seemed to think was obligatory. “And
Todd, we may not have gone to college, but we are considered college freshmen
as of two weeks ago when we graduated high school.”

     Todd whooped. “Damn, you’re right. This is the summer
of fucking fun. Now get your ass over here so you can line up your next
conquest.”

     I chuckled. “You’re going to have to give me at least
an hour for the three S’s and some grub. It’s not like anyone is going
anywhere. You assholes are going to be there all damn day and night.”

     “True that.” Todd yelled in agreement. He sounded like
he was already on his way to getting shitfaced and it was only noon.

     But what he said was true; we’d graduated high school
and this was the summer of fucking fun.

     Fifteen minutes later I arrived at the entrance to my
family’s property, and the security guard opened the gate when he saw that it
was me. Our house was in one of the most elite sections of the city where only
the richest of the rich lived. The house was a Spanish architectural, thirty-five
thousand square foot monstrosity that sat on ten acres. It had any amenity you
could want; pool, hot tub, sauna, pool house, tennis courts, half size
basketball court, even a three hole golf course.

     Shit, the house was priced at around eleven million, but
when your dad owned shares in an oil company, as well as several other
companies, and also owned an energy company right here in Virginia, you
basically had money pouring out your ears.

     I parked my car in the driveway outside the front door
rather than the garage because I wasn’t going to be staying long. Punching in
the code to get into the house—no keys for this abode, everything was punch a
number—I strode inside and headed for the kitchen.

     I needed to eat.

     Before I even stepped into the kitchen I smelled whatever
Rita had cooking up in her crock-pot. Rita was the all day help, our head
housekeeper, and six days a week she always had something simmering in that
crock-pot for whoever wanted to grab something quick and delicious. Today it
smelled like her shrimp gumbo. My dad, my brother, and I would dip into the pot
whenever we had the chance. My mother was the only one who passed on it. She
said the calories in those dishes were too high for her.

     Stepping up to the pot and lifting the lid I inhaled
deeply…Damn, was my mom missing out.

     Spooning some into a bowl I scarfed it down in minutes,
along with some of her home-made bread and a glass of water. After I was finished
I set the empty bowl in the sink and headed for my bedroom. Walking through the
house I could tell no one was home by how quiet it was…not that my parent’s
were anywhere near boisterous…but then I didn’t expect anyone to be home
anyway. It was a Wednesday and my father would be at work. My mother could be
anywhere; she kept herself pretty busy with various activities. My older brother
wasn’t even in the States, he was vacationing somewhere over in Europe.

     However, as I got closer to my bedroom I could hear
noise coming from inside, a vacuum. Rita must be in there cleaning. When I
stepped through the door though it wasn’t Rita I saw driving the vacuum. This
person was way younger…and fucking hot.

     We’d never had anyone this young working in the house
before.

     She had long black hair that was pulled up in a
ponytail, caramel skin, and her face…shit, she was like a young Holly Berry and
Beyonce mixed together that formed something even better. She looked to be half
African American and half white. I’d never hooked up with someone of her
ethnicity before but that was only because it had never been offered up to me.

     Except now here it was being offered up to me, right in
my bedroom, and my dick started to swell at the possible opportunity.

     As I stood there drooling over her she appeared to not
have noticed my presence yet, focused on her vacuuming, or maybe it was because
she had ear buds in.

     I frowned suddenly as my exam of her continued. Hell,
this girl was really fresh faced and petite; no make-up, maybe five-three in
height, and weighing no more than a buck five. Was she even old enough to be in
my x-rated thoughts?

     She had on somewhat form fitting black slacks and a
plain white t-shirt that displayed a possible b-cup and firm ass. The girl was
definitely in her upper teens, but now that I was eighteen seventeen and under
was off limits to me. Even before I turned eighteen I didn’t like to dip into
the under sixteen pool; most of them were too emotionally charged and needy.

     My frown deepened. Since my first foray into sex I’d
come a long way and I could for the most part look at a female and know if she
was an uncomplicated fuck or a relationship girl. And this girl in front of me,
if she was old enough, was leaning heavily toward the relationship end of the
scale.   

     Just then she did an exceptionally sexy as hell move
with her hips that had my cock pushing uncomfortably in my shorts. Damn, she
was hot. Maybe she’d want to branch out and get a rich guy fuck in under her
belt. Many a girl before her had gone that path with me. It was something for
them to brag about, now and later in life: ‘
Landon McKay fucked my brains
out’
. A few of them had probably put it on a t-shirt.

     The girl did another shimmy with her tight little ass
and I had to reach down to adjust myself. My movement must have caught her
attention because she turned to look right at me.

     Fuck! I had only been getting partial glimpses of her
face, but full frontal was a punch to the solar plexus. Her eyes appeared
nearly black and were fringed with thick dark curly lashes, she had a straight
nose that was petite like she was, and her mouth was lush and had that bee-stung
quality that every guy would love to see wrapped around his dick.

     She was literally perfection.

     And she was looking at me like I was Jack the Ripper…or
like my dick was hanging out. But no, it wasn’t hanging out because my hand was
still on it from when I’d been adjusting it, and it was positively in my pants.
Nothing pervy about standing in my doorway watching her while holding my junk.  

     I snatched my hand off my slightly prominent package
and jammed it in my sandy blonde hair feeling more flustered than I’d been in a
long time. Normally it took a lot to discomfit me, but she just looked so young…and
innocent. Not that I cared about that shit. She was female and on her way to
mercenary.  

     “Hey, I need to take a shower.” I yelled so I could be
heard over the vacuum. She continued to stare at me looking slightly stunned. I
pointed to my bathroom and repeated. “I need to take a shower.”

     Blinking, she seemed to wake up out of her alarm and
her tan creamy skin reddened. Fumbling with the vacuum she turned it off and
then after jerking the ear buds from her ears she began rolling up the cord
hurriedly giving me sideway glances of apprehension.

     Surprisingly, her embarrassment and anxiety made me feel
almost shitty. Generally, I didn’t care if I behaved in an asshol’ish way, in
fact I liked to stretch the boundaries on the asshole scale, but it wasn’t
sitting well with me at the moment.

     “Sorry if I scared you.” I gave her one of my trademark
smiles that I only used on special occasions. There was always the possibility
she
was
old enough and into casual, and I didn’t want to ruin my
chances.

     She was finished rolling up the cord and straightening
she cocked her head and stared at me. Her gaze sustained its trepidation, but
there was also curiosity, and she still hadn’t spoken.

     “Cat got your tongue? You can talk, can’t you?” I asked
with a smirk.

     Her head tilted the other way and her eyes narrowed. “
Ningŭn
gato aqui
.”

     My brows shot up in astonishment, and unexpected disappointment,
and then I let out a mocking laugh. “Seriously!” I’d taken my required foreign
language in high school, but that had been French, not Spanish. We vacationed
more over seas than we did down south. “We’ve moved to hiring immigrants now.
My mother can lean slightly toward the elitist side, but this seems to be a bit
fucking excessive on her part.”

     The girl stared for two seconds further before moving
toward me pushing the vacuum in front of her and pattering some Spanish again.
“
Ir a tomar su ducha. Ya he terminado
.”

     I identified my disappointment; it would be way too
difficult to hook up with someone when you couldn’t understand what the other
was saying. Not that I cared what they had to say, but there had to at least be
some dialogue.

     Life and its little jokes. I mumbled this in French
just to be random. “
Vie et ses petites blagues
.”

     She shot me a look of surprise as if she understood me.
I knew that some foreign words were similar to others so it was more likely
that she’d just recognize something of what I said. I moved out of her way as
she moved past me out the door and up close she was even more stunning; smooth,
clear skin, large dark eyes, glossy hair, and she smelled great, like vanilla
and coconut.

     My body clenched in an arousal that I’d never felt
before from just standing in the presence of a female. I took another step away
at the shock of it and the next second she was out the door and hurrying down
the hall.