Landon's Obsession: An Endless Series: Book 3 (Series 3) (13 page)

     I smiled. “Nobody gets carded here. It’s a private
party.”

     Her mouth gaped. “So anyone can order alcohol?”

     The bartender handed me my beer. “Yep.” I answered,
amused at her naivety.

     She frowned. “Are you planning on drinking a lot,
because I’m not getting back in the car with you if you get drunk? I’m not
going to let you drive either.”

     I stared down at her intrigued again. No other female
cared if I drank and drove, and they wouldn’t hesitate to get in the car with
me at the promise of a night with me. If something happened they knew they’d be
covered by either their parent’s money or my parent’s money…unless we both
ended up dead that is. Nobody could fix that.

     “How about I stop at two? Two won’t impair my driving
and I’ll drink them early so they can wear off.”

     Her frown disappeared and she exhaled like she’d been
holding her breath. “Okay, thanks.”

     My hand rubbed her back unconsciously. “Just to let you
know I don’t drive drunk, and they have several car services available if I did
get drunk.” I didn’t confess that I had in my early drinking years drove
impaired a few times. That had stopped when I’d strolled in one night smelling
like alcohol to find my father waiting for me. He’d raked me over the coals for
it. He didn’t take me to task that often, but when he did he made it count. He
understood that he couldn’t stop me from drinking, but he could take my car
from me, which he had for a month. He then gave me a long lecture on
responsibility.

     She flushed looking embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean
to…”

     I stopped her with a squeeze to her shoulder. “Hey,
don’t be sorry. It’s nice to find someone concerned about drunks on the road.
Unfortunately, most people here don’t give a shit about that.” I leaned down
close to her and smiled when I heard her breath catch. “I also like it that you
were concerned about me.”

     Her flush deepened. “Who says I was worried about you?”
She smirked, arching her brow. “And even if I was I would be concerned about
anyone getting behind the wheel drunk.” She added.

     I smiled at her snarky comeback. Maya with an attitude
was sexy. “So, would you like something to drink?”

     The frown reappeared and she scanned the bar looking
faintly overwhelmed.

     Surprise shot through me. “You have drunk alcohol
before, haven’t you?” I had a difficult time imagining any person over sixteen
not having at least tried alcohol.  

     “I’ve been to a few parties with alcohol, and had a
glass or two at them, but they usually had kegs. I’m not a big fan of beer.”
She grimaced at my beer and examined the display of bottles lined up behind the
bar. “I’ve never seen a display of alcohol like this except in a restaurant. I
have no idea what to order.”

     She was a light weight. With that revelation I couldn’t
halt the thought that if I got her drunk she would be so much easier to seduce.
My dick swelled, more than it already was, at possibility of having her
tonight. I’d never wanted someone so badly in my life, but my stomach rolled at
the idea. I didn’t want Maya that way. It wasn’t like I hadn’t fucked other
drunk chicks, but
they
had all come on to me so they knew what they were
asking for.

     “How about a wine cooler? That’s like the typical girl
drink I hear.”

     She grinned. “Sure, I’ll try one of those.”

     I ordered whatever they had behind the bar in that type
of alcohol and the guy brought back a Mike’s hard cranberry-lemonade. He handed
it over with an admiring stare in Maya’s direction that had me slapping down a
ten spot and hauling her away summarily.

     I don’t know why I was having such a problem with other
guys looking at her.

     “This isn’t too bad.” Maya said after taking a drink.
“It’s definitely better than beer.”

     “Beer is somewhat of an acquired taste.” I tipped my
bottle at her before taking a healthy swig.

     She eyed my bottle with interest. “Does that taste
different than keg beer?”

     I snorted. “There’s no comparison.” Most keg beer was
crap.

     “Can I try?” She asked, sounding adorable.

     Females had asked that before, and I’d given them an
irrefutable ‘
no’
, but I didn’t even think to deny Maya. “Sure.” I
extended it.  

    “Want to try mine.” She held out her cooler like she was
offering me a taste of her dessert. I grinned at the notion.

     I took a drink and grimaced slightly at the sweet
taste. Way too fruity for me. Maya’s face scrunched after tasting mine and she
offered it back. “It tastes different, but the same.”

     I exchanged her drink for mine. “And yours tastes like carbonated
fruit.”

     I washed my mouth out with the beer to get rid of the
fruity flavor in my mouth and watched as Maya did the same thing. We then stood
there silently for a moment watching the stage where the band was playing. Well,
Maya was watching the stage. I was mostly watching her.

     Her face was lit with beautiful animation, and she was
beginning to sway and twist with the music. It reminded me of those times I’d
watched her silently dance when she wore her earbuds. She was so damn sexy, and
I don’t think she even realized it. But then maybe she did. It was difficult
for me to believe that any female as good-looking as her could be that clueless
of her allure.  

     Her head suddenly swiveled my way and she appeared on
the verge of saying something, but at observing my intent stare her eyes
widened and she flushed. I let our gazes lock, allowing her to read my desire,
and watched her chest expand on a shuddery breath. My dick was painfully hard
but I took a drink of my beer in what I hoped was a nonchalant manner. She
looked away and seemed to be gathering herself together, taking a drink from
her own bottle.

     “I’ve never seen a real live band before.” She suddenly
declared, eyes back on the stage. “Unless you count the wedding I went to two
years ago. But four middle age guys in matching blue tuxedo’s singing the hokey
pokey and the funky chicken hardly compares to this.” She tossed me a grin.

     I chuckled. “Yeah, that totally doesn’t count. Tommy’s
had these guys play a few times, and I have to say they are one of my
favorites.” The music sounded like a mix of Nickelback and Daughtry. The band
even sang some songs from each of those bands, but they had original songs of
their own in addition.

     “They sound like Nickelback a little bit. I love
Nickelback.” Maya said.

     I grinned.

     “I’m in love with Ryan Peake.”

     I frowned.

     “If he wasn’t married and twice my age I’d totally be
his baby mama.”

      I scowled.

      Maya laughed and nudged my arm. “What are you scowling
about, like you haven’t had those same thoughts about Beyoncé or Izzy?”

     I cleared my face and nearly rolled my eyes at my
reaction. “I totally don’t want to be their baby mama’s.” I retorted.

     Maya snickered. “But you want them to be yours.”

     “Guys don’t think about girls becoming their baby
mamas.” I grunted. “In fact, baby’s kind of put a damper on the whole ‘damn,
she’s hot’.”

     She tried adopting an offended look, but couldn’t seem
to contain her grin. “But babies are adorable.”

     “Too much adorable can counteract hot and sexy.” Although,
I found her damn adorable and it hadn’t decreased her hotness level.  

     Maya’s face was starting to look determined. “What
about those stories you hear about single dads using babies to attract women.”

     I smirked. “That’s the point I’m making. Women are
attracted to that. You don’t hear those same stories about single mother’s
attracting men, and that’s just basic biology. Men think on a different level
than women. Babies scare the shit out of us.”

     Maya’s expression went abruptly sober and she looked
away from me toward the stage. “Yeah, I have first hand knowledge of that.” At
least, that’s what I thought she said. She’d mumbled the words and with the
noise from the band it was difficult to be certain. Her words, combined with
the expression on her face, had me wanting to ask if I had heard her correctly,
and what it meant if I had, but she spoke again before I could. “Hey, you want
to get closer and dance?” She asked with an inquisitive grin.

     I shifted and for the first time felt uncomfortable. “I
don’t dance.” I stated, lifting the beer bottle to my mouth.

     Maya’s grin widened. “You’re not one of those guys are
you?”

     I scowled. “What guys?”

     “The ones who think dancing will somehow shrink their
manly appendage.” She scoffed.

     My scowl deepened. “I don’t think that…I just don’t
dance.”

     “Don’t dance, or don’t know how to dance?” She asked
grinning.

     “Either, both.” I grumbled, finishing off my beer. 

     Still grinning Maya started swaying her hips to the
music. “I love to dance. I could teach you if you want?”

     I knew she loved dancing. There was no way I could
forget how she had been constantly dancing around my house, and the way she was
moving now was making my balls tighten in appreciation. I don’t think my dick
had never been this hard for so long over a girl. I was pretty sure I was
getting blue balls and that was something I definitely wasn’t familiar with.

     “I’m more of a lean back and watch kind of guy.” I
growled huskily, eyes attached to her swaying hips.

     She froze and flushed at my words and tone which only
had my dick swelling further. I moved in close—so close I could feel the heat
coming off her body. Her breath caught, lips parted and trembling, and I could
see unmistakable desire flare in her eyes. She was just as wound up as I was.
If the sexual tension was already this high, what would the sex be like?

     I couldn’t fucking wait.

     Moving in even closer, I wrapped my arm around her
waist and placed my hand, with the bottle, on her lower back, and the upper
swell of her ass. Spreading what fingers I could I pressed her into me so that
the tips of her breasts scraped my chest and her pelvic bushed my upper legs.
Unfortunately, with how short she was we weren’t able to align our groins
perfectly. However, my hard-on did nestle in nicely against her stomach.

     I began to sway slightly and leaning down I whispered
in her ear. “I do know how to slow dance though.”    

     Both of Maya’s hand came up and gripped my biceps in
surprise, one hand still holding onto the cooler bottle. I rocked side to side,
forward and backward, one of my legs in between hers so that her clit would get
maximum friction, and she gazed up at me breathing heavily, eyes feverish with shock
and arousal.

     She swallowed. “Yes…well…”

     I executed a forward movement that had my rigid cock
pressing hard into her stomach and then stepped back making her ride my leg.
Maya appeared to strangle on her words and her hands tightened on my arms, eyes
wide and cheeks flushed with heat. I was about ready to blow from
overstimulation. It stunned me how quickly and hot she got me, but it had also
been too long since my last fuck…not that I think it mattered with Maya. I
could have fucked last night and still felt this way about her. 

     Abruptly, she pushed away from me, looking stunned
herself. “Bathroom!”

     I was in so wound-up I wasn’t certain I heard her
correctly. “What?” I grunted.

     Face hot, and looking extremely flustered, Maya backed
away further. “I need to use the bathroom. That 32oz. plus this cooler are
going south fast.” Her eyes rolled and she smacked her hand on her forehead.
“Oh, my god. I can’t believe I just said that.”

     Even though I was in pain I couldn’t help but grin at
her embarrassment. “Hey, when you got to go, you got to go. In fact, I have to
go, as well. I drank just as much as you.”

     Grabbing her hand I led her toward the port-a-potty’s that
were lined up on the driveway. We each found an empty stall and did our
business, and while we did I wondered if Maya had pulled away because of her
bladder, or because it had gotten a little too hot and heavy for her out there.

     Was she actually as innocent as she appeared?

     Heading back to the pool area we were waved down by
Todd again. This time it was just him, Conner, and Derek at the table. I gave
them an ‘I’ll be right back’ signal, and after retrieving another beverage for
both Maya and myself we made our way over there. I pulled out a chair for
Maya—which had all three guys raising their eyebrows—and then took the seat
next to her. All three of them then focused their attention on Maya.

     “So Maya, can you tell us the real version of how you
and Landon met?” Todd asked with a salacious grin.

     Maya grinned back. “What makes you think what I told
you wasn’t the truth?”

     Todd’s brow rose again in interest. “Honey, you aren’t
showing enough skin for a street walker.”

     I bristled at Todd’s ‘honey’ endearment but remained
silent. I’d already given them enough fodder to gossip about.

     She flushed slightly. “Believe it or not, less skin is
all the rage these days.”

     He chuckled and looked over at the crowd. “I don’t think
most of the girls here got that a memo.”

     Half the girls in the crowd were wearing bikini tops
with short-shorts.

     Maya looked around. “Well, this is a pool party; they
must plan on going swimming at some point?”

     Derek laughed. “And mess up their hair and make-up. God
forbid!”

     “Hey, we’re not like you guys who can get out of the
shower and just shake like a dog and ‘wah-la’ we’re ready to go. It takes time
to blow-dry, curl, and paint. It would take some mighty strong temptation to throw
all that time away on a quick dip.” She retorted with a grin.