by Jacie Lennon
“That’s nothing new. My father has been using everyone his whole life,” I spit out, anger coursing through my body as I think about my sperm donor and how much he hasn’t done for me or Abe.
Abe.
So, if this woman is to be believed, Abe is only my half-brother. I stop dead, the blood draining from my face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I grit out, not sure I trust this woman yet or not. It seems a little far-fetched that she didn’t know I was alive my whole life. That she wouldn’t have checked to see for herself. “I have a lot to think about now. I’ve got to go.”
I throw the door open, and Brock stands from where he was leaning against the wall across the hallway.
“Hey, you good?” he asks and steps toward me.
I’m sure I look wild. I feel wild. My body is jittery, and I run a hand through my hair.
“I’m fine. I need to get out of here for a bit,” I say and start to head out before he grasps my arm.
“I need to talk to you for a second,” he says, and I stop, looking at him. “I need to apologize to you.”
“About what?” I still, narrowing my eyes.
This is out of character for Brock. I’ve never heard him apologize for anything.
He looks off for a moment before running one hand down his face. “I’ve been a shitty friend, and I’m sorry for what I did without telling you,” he says with a nod toward the door.
I wipe my hands down my pants and nod. I wish he had given me a heads-up.
“Why didn’t you warn me? Is this what you’ve been so secretive about?” I ask.
“I’m sorry for being silent on the whole matter, but I didn’t know if it would work out. I didn’t know if she’d even want to meet you. I didn’t want to give you false hope. I know people think I’m a douche bag, but I wouldn’t do that to you. You are my brother.”
His words cause my chest to swell with emotion. I step forward, wrapping my arms around him in a hug.
“Love you, bro,” I say before releasing him, and he steps back, clearing his throat. “How did you even know to look for her?”
“There were some inconsistencies with stories from your grandparents and dad when my PI, Derek, was looking into Abe’s situation. Also, the timeline with your stepmom didn’t line up for her to be your real mother. He followed the trail and found Andrea. It’s actually a wonder that it hasn’t gotten out before all this.”
“Her parents were paying my dad to keep quiet.”
“Ah. That makes sense,” Brock says, nodding. “I need to apologize to Landry as well.”
My eyes widen in disbelief. “You are going to apologize to Landry?”
“Yeah,” he says, his voice rough. “I’ve been pretty shitty to her.”
“Good luck,” I say with a smile before we both break out in chuckles. “I gotta go, clear my head and all that.”
“Okay. See you later,” he says, slapping my arm as I walk by, and I give him a little salute before heading down the side stairs.
I don’t know where I’m going. I shove my hands in my pockets to keep them from shaking and walk. It’s not every day you find out a huge family secret like the one I just found out. If I am truly Andrea’s son, I’m an Almadale. I’m basically fucking royalty around here, and I don’t know how to process that. Sure, I’m a king, but I’ve never really been on the level that Brock and Bodhi are. Being a scholarship student manages to knock you down a peg. Or maybe it’s the entitled assholes who do that. But now … now, I’m a fucking Almadale.
Allegedly.
I stop, realizing where my feet have carried me as I look up. My eyes pull directly to her window, and I watch as the dark is washed away by a light being turned on. I see a silhouette pass by the window, and I ache to see her, for her to touch me, clear the thoughts racing through my mind.
Me: You up?
Landry: Yes. What’s up?
Me: I’m outside.
Landry: My room?
Me: Let me in.
Landry: What’s the magic word?
I smile, imagining her saying it and tossing her hair over one shoulder. Hair I want to wrap around my fist as I fuck her. We’ve been dancing around this attraction, not letting it get far enough, but now, I want it all. I want her to make me forget about everything for a moment. I want to get lost in her body.
Me: Now.
I wait a minute for her reply and frown when I don’t see any dots appear on the screen. I’m still staring at my phone like an idiot when I hear the front door open.
“Corbin, get your ass inside before someone sees you,” she whisper-hisses.
I jog up the steps. “Is Trixie in the room?”
“No, she’s not.”
“Good,” I say and press my hand to her lower back, pushing her toward the elevator.
“What are you doing?” She tries to turn around, but I keep a firm hold on her.
I press the up button and anxiously wait, suddenly dying to get this pent-up tension between us out in the open.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Get on the elevator,” I growl, a smile taking over.
“A please would be nice,” she mutters, rolling her eyes.
“I’m not fucking polite, Lan.”
“You were earlier,” she protests.
I pull her face to mine. “I’m no gentleman. Not when it comes to fuckin’ you.”
24
Landry
Lan. Lan. Since when does Corbin have a pet name for me? I guess since now. Speaking of now, what is happening? Where is my sweet guy from before?
Don’t get me wrong; this is hot as hell—the way he strode in here, making demands.
My skin burns where his fingers are searing me through my shirt. I want to squirm away from him and also sink further into his possessive caress.
As soon as I step on the elevator, I’m turning, spinning around. Corbin stops me with a hand to my arm and backs me up into the cold, hard wall of the elevator. I’m staring straight at his throat. I’m afraid that if I look up, see those piercing green eyes focused on me, I’ll crack. I’ll lay myself bare, and there’s no coming back from that.
“Look at me, Landry,” he says.
I immediately want to tell him to call me Lan. He places one finger under my chin, raising my gaze to his, and I suck in a breath.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me you don’t want me to stop.”
My eyes search his, and he remains unwavering. Staring, waiting. Suffocating me but in the best possible way.
“Lan?”
There it is.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, closing my eyes and setting the flames loose. It’s about time.
He grabs my hands, raising them above me, pinning me to the wall, as he lowers his lips to my neck. The moment he touches my skin, I melt. The passion behind his eyes is raging higher than I’ve seen it yet. He steps back, and I blink my eyes open.
“Don’t stop,” I say again.
He grabs my hand, pulling me off the elevator. I didn’t even realize it’d stopped. We can’t get to my room fast enough. My hand shakes as I go to open the door. Once in, I turn, my breath leaving me as I watch him stalk toward me. A predator who knows exactly what he wants.
He bends down to scoop behind my legs, pulling me up against his chest as he carries me the rest of the way to my bed.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, resting my hands on his shoulders.
He drops me back on the mattress, lust on his face. Before I can move to touch him, he’s crawling on top of me, hands sliding under my shirt.
“I can’t go another moment without you,” he murmurs.
His fingertips brush along my skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake, which spreads through my veins and ends in my core. I wiggle against the sensation, arching my back as I raise my arms while he pulls the shirt over my head and I watch as he takes in my naked upper half.
The way he looks at me is addictive. I w
ant to take a picture of his face, so I can remember the way his eyes are lit with lust as they scan my body. He takes one finger and slowly traces it around the outside of my breast, in the dip between them, and over to the other one. I follow his progress with my eyes, my breathing ragged.
His thighs clench mine as he sits on top of me. I can feel his cock, hard and resting between us, still sealed in his jeans. I want to ask what happened, why he’d left me at the end of the picnic, but I don’t want this to stop.
He starts unbuttoning my jeans, and my eyes fly to his. The fire is blazing as he drags my pants and panties down my legs.
“Turn over,” he growls.
His hands find my hips, twisting me over, and like putty in his hands, I comply. His fingers brush my hair off my back, and it falls partly across my face as I look up at him.
“Shut your eyes,” he says, leaning down, his lips pressing into the nape of my neck.
I hear rustling and watch as he reaches for the hem of his shirt. I scoot slightly and rise onto my elbows, seeing each inch of delicious abs as they are revealed, and then his shirt lands next to me on the bed. I ache to see him naked. He’s seen me, but I’ve never fully seen him.
“I’ve dreamed of this moment.” His words are whispered, one fingertip landing at the top of my spine. “Touching you again.” He drags down a few bumps, and I release a jerky breath with each jolt of his finger. “Tasting you again.” He leans down and nips my skin, and then he rubs his tongue across it. “Sinking into you for the first time.”
Even my imagination wasn’t this good.
The comforter shifts as he gets off of me. I rise a little to look over my shoulder at him.
“Fuckin’ shut your eyes,” he growls, and I do, a small smile crossing my face.
His hands find my ass, grabbing it and pushing up, raising my hips until my face is pressed into the mattress. My pussy is bare to him. The air hits my wetness, making me shiver. He traces the line of my crack, his finger dipping down and skimming across my pussy, dragging through the folds and stopping as he presses into my clit.
I let out a moan as I twitch, the sensation of the pressure on my clit making my body tight and limp at the same time.
“You’re so wet for me,” he says.
I give in, opening my eyes. My gaze finds his face as he raises his finger, putting it in his mouth and sucking. It’s beginning to be a habit of his.
“Fuck, I love licking your taste off me.” His groan sends a streak of pleasure through my body.
I watch with one eye since half of my face is plastered to the mattress as he lowers his head, licking up my seam and then inserting a finger inside me, curling down as he sucks on my clit. I’m so ready that it doesn’t take much time to send me over the edge. My pussy has been panting for this actual moment, and she’s ready to go at the drop of a hat. My toes dig into the comforter, bunching it up around my feet as I feel the rising sensations of my climax.
Pleasure bursts from my core, shooting out to my limbs and then back in again, but the grip Corbin has on me keeps me upright. I’m not quiet, and I’m sure everyone on the floor knows what’s going on, but I can’t bring myself to care. This is too fucking perfect.
“I need to be inside you,” Corbin says, flipping me. He’s already unwrapping a condom and sheathing himself. The speed at which he’s performing is astounding. “It’s been so fucking long. You’ve occupied every thought of mine, making me crazy.”
He pulls my legs, putting them around his middle, and then he scoops me up, holding me suspended against him. He spins us, and my back hits the wall between my bed and Trixie’s. My pussy grows slicker, and his cock is hard between us as he lowers his forehead to mine. Breathing heavily, we take each other in.
“Fuck me, Corbin,” I command.
He lifts me before pushing me down onto his hard length. We both let out a hiss, stopping for a moment to just feel. This is it. This is what we’ve been building up to, and now that it’s finally happening, it’s hard for me to comprehend.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls, his lips hovering above mine. “I’ve got to move.”
His breath hits my lips, and I open mine, moving forward to capture his bottom lip between my teeth.
“Fuck me, Corbin,” I repeat from a moment ago, and he doesn’t waste any time.
He sets a punishing rhythm.
In. Out.
My back presses into the wall, scraping back and forth with his harsh movements, but I tilt my head up, letting him take me. He wraps his lips around the front of my throat, his teeth grazing my windpipe, and I thrust myself further toward him.
God, his teeth. When they touch my skin, it ignites me.
He pulls us off the wall, walking backward until his legs meet the bed. He sits, and I land with a grunt on top of him.
“Ride me,” he says.
I lean back, my hands fisting his thighs, digging into the soft hairs coating them. I press my breasts into the air, my long hair dusting my ass as I slowly work my hips back and forth, teasing, while he watches me with hooded eyes.
His hands are looped behind his head as he enjoys the show. I work my hips faster, pumping his cock up and down inside me, my breasts puckered and bouncing. It feels incredible—to be what this gorgeous guy is focused on, is hard for. I relish the power and control I have as I sit astride him. His groans urge me on, and when he bites down on his bottom lip, I feel my control slipping. My movements become jerkier as I stare at him, memorizing the way he looks in this very moment.
I lean forward, gripping his chest with my fingers, and I lower my head, nipping his chin, his nose, his forehead. He holds my sides, keeping me steady before rapidly thrusting up into me, and I love the sensation, his pubic bone rubbing against my clit with each pound.
“Yes, right there. Oh God. Yes, keep doing that.” My words come out in a huff with each thrust, and I dig my fingers into his pecs as a second orgasm rips through me, pulling me under and holding me captive while Corbin never lets up.
Suddenly, I’m wrenched from his lap as he throws me onto my back. After pulling my legs over his shoulders, he plants one hand in the valley between my breasts, guiding himself back inside with his other. The pressure on my chest, combined with the never-ending sensations overtaking my sensitive pussy, sends warmth through me.
I’m floating, and I never want to come back down.
25
Corbin
“God, Landry. You are fuckin’ gorgeous right now,” I get out between thrusts.
She opens her eyes, a sated smile on her face as her tits bounce up and down with each of our movements.
This right here is my happy place, somewhere I wish I could be forever. I knew it would be fuckin’ fantastic, but this kind of nirvana was unexpected.
We fit together perfectly. She seems to know what I need before I even ask. You can’t force that kind of connection.
“Squeeze your tits,” I groan.
I can’t get enough of this scene. She complies, and I watch her fingers wrap around flesh, her thumb and forefinger pinching each nipple as she throws her head back. I slow my thrusts, watching my dick move in and out of her, coated with her cum. Her tongue snakes out to lick her lips, and I pull out, tapping the head of my cock on her clit. I grin when she jumps.
“Fuck, that’s sensitive,” she moans, a giggle escaping. I do it again, just to watch her react. “Stop. I can’t.”
She turns her head side to side, still working her tits with her hands. I pound back into her, hard, and she rises to meet me with her hips.
“I’m so close,” I practically growl.
She opens wider, rising higher. Her soft curves welcome me, urging me on, as her eyes meet mine. It sends me over as I jerk into her, bending down to place my hands on either side of her body. Suspended on top, my entire body thrums with energy, pleasure, and ecstasy, all at once.
“Oh God, Lan. Oh God,” I chant like a mantra as she reaches up to rake her nails down my back,
squeezing my cock and milking everything out of me.
I drop forward, making sure not to crush her, but I need to touch every part of my body to hers right now. I need the connection, this feeling of completeness that she gives me.
Her scratches become lighter as she starts to brush her fingertips over my back, leaving little trails of twitches, as it tickles my skin, and I move, jumping.
“Corbin Henson, are you ticklish?” she asks.
I can hear the laughter in her voice, so I pull back and give her a mock scowl.
“Of course not,” I say.
She lightly runs her hand over me again. This time, I try to remain still, but I can’t.
“Oh my God, you are,” she shrieks in a gleeful tone.
I roll my eyes while pushing my body off of her. She tries to sit up, but I wrap my arm around her, pulling her back to my front, and we lie there, meshed together, our sweat-soaked bodies coming down from our high.
With a sigh, I back up, watching as Landry turns to look over her shoulder at me. I pull forward and kiss the tip of her nose.
“I’ve got to clean up,” I tell her, sitting back to look at the condom I’m still wearing.
She nods, curling up in a little ball, a smile on her face as she watches me get up. Once I throw away the condom and clean myself off, I hand her a wet washcloth. Once she’s done, I throw the towel in the bathroom and I climb back in behind her, melding our bodies together and throwing an arm over her.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” she murmurs, her voice sleepy.
All at once, the memory of tonight comes flooding back. I was able to forget about it, focusing on Landry instead, but now, I have to face it. Think about it. Decide what to do.
A freaking Almadale. Me. I’m not a Henson. Well, I am, in name only, but I’m not really a part of the Henson family. I also have Almadale in my bloodline.
What the hell is going on right now?
I clear my throat, resting my cheek against her hair. “I met my mom.” I can feel her move to sit up, but I pull tighter, keeping her flush against me. “The woman I thought was my mom isn’t. Well, I don’t know. I only know what Andrea told me.”