Finding His Mrs. Right (Mending Hearts Series)

by Harris, Cyndi

  “Miss. Brooks,” I said as calmly as I could, with my hands at my sides.

  I looked past her at Landon as he held his head. He didn’t look too good, so this was going to be all on me. Glancing back at her, I saw she was studying my face.

  “I know you.” She muttered.

  “That’s right.” I smiled uneasily, as I slowly began to walk towards her.

  “Tessa, don’t.” Landon breathed heavily.

  “I’ve got this, Landon.” I replied, still smiling brightly at his mother. “Landon brought me by for brunch today.”

  “That’s right.” She smiled brightly as the memory obviously brushed over her. She rushed over to me, and I froze as she wrapped her arms around me for a hug. I saw Landon exhale, relieved.

  Go. I mouthed to Landon and he shook his head, obviously worried. I widened my eyes with warning, and he sighed, before struggling up, and slipping from the room.

  “You’re such a sweet girl; you should really give Landon a chance.” She replied letting me go, and giving me a wink.

  “I think I will.” I smiled at her, as I took her and walked her to her bed.

  “It’s really late Miss. Brooks; maybe we should get you to bed.” I replied, helping her lie down.

  “Is it? Oh, I didn’t realize.” She huffed.

  “Yeah, it is. You get some rest, and maybe we can go to the lake tomorrow.” I smiled, remembering Landon saying how much she loved it.

  Sure enough, her face lit up with a smile and she nodded.

  “Me, you, and Landon, I would love that. He really is a good guy; I just wished he’d settle down already.” She insisted before yawning.

  I smiled politely before saying goodnight and flipping off the light when I left the room. Rushing out of the room, I couldn’t think of anything else, but Landon. I practically ran back to his room. When I got there, he was in his en suite bathroom with the shower running, as he tried to clean the blood from his fresh cuts. I saw a trail of blood running down his neck, ruining his white t-shirt.

  “Landon, your head is bleeding.” I said concerned, as I rushed over to him.

  “I know, I hit my head on the dresser.” He said as if it didn’t matter.

  “You might need stitches.” I protested.

  “I don’t.” he huffed.

  “Let me look at it.” I insisted, grabbing his hand and sitting him on the closed toilet seat.

  “I’m fine.” He huffed, again.

  “I’ll be the judge of that.” I replied.

  There was a bit of blood oozing from a tiny wound, and I was glad to see that. He was obviously just a heavy bleeder. Sighing relieved, I saw Landon heaving heavily. He was trembling a bit, and I wasn’t sure if it was from anger.

  “Landon?” I called, and he didn’t respond.

  “Are you, alright?” I asked, overly concerned now.

  “I just—I don’t know what to do anymore.” He whispered, and I fell to my knees in front of him.

  Putting his face in my palms, I felt his warm tears coating his face. Tilting his head up, I made him look at me. His eyes were red, and tears in fact streaked his now rosy cheeks. My heart broke for him, and I didn’t know how to fix him.

  “Tell me what happened.” I insisted.

  “She’s been getting confused more and more. I hate just sitting here, watching this disease eat away at her, and not being able to do anything!” he shouted a bit peeved.

  “You’re doing what you can. You’re here for her, but maybe—maybe it’s time to let someone else take care of her, Landon.” I suggested, and he immediately shook his head in disapproval.

  “I won’t do that.” He objected.

  “But, it’s getting dangerous. She’s already hurt you in two nights alone. Look at you.” I said, trying to get him to see clearly.

  I could see that this was a touchy subject, so I jumped to the next question that was floating around in my head.

  “Why was she calling you, Harrison?” I pushed, knowing that prying probably wasn’t a good idea.

  “Harrison, was my father.” He sniffled, pulling himself free from my grip.

  “You’re father?” I asked curiously.

  “Yeah,” he nodded. “I’m like a splitting image of the jerk.”

  “So, I’m guessing there was more than bad blood between them.” I responded, and Landon shrugged.

  “I don’t want to talk about this. I wanna take a warm shower and be done with tonight.” He said, getting up and stripping out of his shirt.

  He tossed it to the floor, and I got an eyeful of his perfect stomach. Dipping his head into the shower, he washed all the blood away. I nibbled my bottom lip as naughty thoughts trickled through my mind. I instantly felt bad for ogling at him after what’d he’d been through, so I got up and started to leave the bathroom. Landon caught me by the arm and pulled me back to him.

  “Don’t go.” He whispered, dipping his head low and kissing my lips gently.

  “Landon, I—I—”

  He cut my words short by kissing me again. God help me because when it came to this man, I just couldn’t resist.

  “I need you.” He breathed in nothing more than a whisper, and I couldn’t say no. Not because I couldn’t, but because I wanted to be his rock and anchor, and I was glad he wanted me to be just that.

  Breaking into my thoughts, Landon slipped the straps from my dress down my shoulders, before pulling the dress completely off of me. My black and white bra and panty set was the only thing now clinging to me. I watched Landon, as he dropped the material to the floor before kissing me again.

  Slipping his fingers into mines, he kissed me passionately as I leaned against the glass shower door. His tongue massaged mines as I felt pleasure surge through me. Pushing up against me, I could feel his cock press up against my core, and I moaned. That must’ve amused him because he smiled before kissing my cheek. Landon didn’t stop there. He trailed down my chest, to my stomach, as he fell to his knees. My eyes followed him as he caressed me gently.

  Grabbing the lining of my panties, I blushed as he tugged them down slowly. With his eyes watching me, I felt sexy because his eyes were hungry for me. They were filled with pure seduction. I was already breathing heavily, so when he kissed my inner thighs I grabbed a hand full of his hair as a moan escaped me. I nibbled the bottom of my lip as he teased me.

  Kissing, licking and nipping at me.

  I wanted Landon so bad that I wanted to scream and beg for it.

  Twelve

  The look in Tessa’s eyes had told a thousand stories. But the biggest thing was…she wanted me bad. And I was going to give her all of me, but not yet. I wanted to make her feel good first. I wanted to show my gratitude to her, for coming to my aid in the past two nights. So, Tessa deserved everything that was coming to her tonight. Kissing her inner thighs lightly, I replaced my lips with my tongue.

  Another moan escaped Tessa, and my cock twitched in my pants, begging to be freed. Tonight I wanted to savor her, to pleasure her, before giving in to my own pleasure. Tessa wasn’t going to be just a quick lay like the others; I was going to make love to her. The woman made my blood boil like no other. I craved to be inside of her, thrusting deep—but that would just have to wait.

  Tessa’s silky soft legs eased apart more, making room for me. I moved up here thigh with my tongue until I made it to her core. Her body shook as my tongue flicked gently against her clit. Her reaction was welcoming, and made me do it a few more times. She gripped my shoulders as I swirled my tongue around, and circled the entrance of her honeypot.

  “Landon…” she moaned, and it was like a song to my ears.

  Driving my tongue deep inside her soft, wet, folds was heady. She tasted sweet as my tongue massaged every inch of her. I felt her hips quiver, before she withered against my hands. I held her in place as I gave her more pleasure. Her head fell back as my fingers found their way inside, and moved rhythmically inside of her, massaging her gently. She was wet, aching for more.
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  Pulling my fingers free, I hovered over Tessa as she whined. Her eyes met mines as she brought her head back up, and I smiled again before kissing her lips gently. The bathroom was now steam filled, and the mirrors were foggy. Running my hands up her stomach, I stopped at her breast, and stroked them gently.

  “Get in the shower, and wait for me.” I murmured as I kissed her again.

  “Where are you going?” she asked with want in her eyes.

  “I need to grab something; I’ll be back, Kitten.” I replied taking her in my arms, and she wrapped her arms around my waist.

  Kitten? Did I really just say that? Well, it did fit because Tessa was soft and gentle like a baby kitten, but I knew that deep inside she’d strike you if you got to close. She wasn’t a pushover, she was fierce in a way, and the way she spoke to Jocelyn showed it. Ugh, Tessa was turning me into a pile of mush…but, I sort of liked it. It wasn’t something that I’d admit out loud, but whatever. Being here with her, in her embrace made it worth it.

  “Don’t take too long.” She purred before disappearing into the shower.

  There were no worries there because I planned to rush back. Unzipping my pants, I stepped out of them and ran to my bedroom. Rushing to my dresser, I pulled out my pack of condoms, and froze. What the heck was I doing? I didn’t want the night to end like this. Didn’t Tessa deserve more? My cock twitched as to disagree with me, and looking down at my boxers, I sighed. The nights events rushed back, and I shook off my doubts. To hell with it, she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

  Rushing back into the bathroom, I slipped out of my black boxers and slipped on the condom, before opened the shower door. Tessa was standing there, lathered in soap. God, she was so gorgeous. I saw her eyes looking at my erection, and by her reaction, I could tell she wasn’t displeased. I climbed into the spray of hot water, and the water immediately soaked me. Tessa didn’t waste any time.

  Walking over to me the water rinsed the soap from her, before she grabbed me, and pulled me close. Dipping my head low, I took her breast into my mouth and flicked my tongue over her nipple. She moaned before grabbing my cock, and began stroking it hard and long. I gasped, as I gripped her tighter and sucked harder. Pleasure ripple through me as she kept at a steady pace.

  Her hand, mixed with the warm water and soap of the shower was heady. If she kept that up, I wouldn’t last the moment we started. And I wanted to last. Grabbing her hand, I pulled it up to my mouth, and kissed it gently. Tessa looked up into my eyes, and I nearly melted from emotion.

  “Tessa, I honestly didn’t plan on bringing you back here for this.” I said with a lump in my throat.

  Idiot! Why was I being so honest with her? As the question floated through my head, I already knew the answer. The truth was, I cared about Tessa, and I didn’t want to hurt her. Glaring at her, she smiled before reaching up and stroking my hair back. I loved when she did that. The feeling was comforting.

  “I want you, Landon.” She said loud and clear before pulling me down for a kiss. That was all I needed to hear.

  Grabbing Tessa’s thighs, I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I kissed her chest, all the way up to her collarbone, and over her neck before kissing the tip of her chin. Lowering her head, Tessa closed her eyes as she waited to feel my mouth against hers once more. I kissed her fiercely as I drove her down my length. I felt her claw my back as pleasure exploded through me. She was so tight, and wet that it took a few moments for her to adjust to my size.

  I cursed under my breath, from pleasure, as I cupped her firm ass tightly, before leaning her up against the shower wall.

  “You ready, Kitten?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Mm hmm,” she whispered back as she began to grind against me. I thrusted deep inside of her and she cried out.

  I took her mouth into mines and slipped my tongue inside as we moved in sync. Her body fit so perfect next to mines, and I wanted more of her, if that was even possible. My heart hammered against my chest as she slid up and down my shaft. A groan ripped through my chest as she nibbled my bottom lip. This woman had me locked in her web, and there was no denying it.

  “Landon!” she screeched, holding me tighter.

  “Cum for me, Kitten.” I growled in her ear.

  Pushing deeper, she cried out as her body shook. Oh yeah, that was what I wanted, but that wouldn’t be her last, because I wasn’t done by a long shot. Time slipped past as we indulge in one another. I began thrusting harder as I felt her body react, by tightening around me. I knew what that meant. She was close again, and I damn sure wanted her to cum for me because I was on edge myself.

  Picking up the pace, I caressed her breast as the spray of the water beat down on us. Lowering her head on my shoulder, Tessa held on for dear life as I pumped faster and harder. Her body clenched me tight, and I roared her name as she cried in ecstasy. We held each other as her body shuddered over and over again.

  “I’m yours.” I panted in her ear as I let her down.

  Oh, yeah. Tessa Winters had branded herself on me like a hot iron. I just hoped she was ready for everything that was me.

  Staring down at Landon, I couldn’t get what he said out of my head.

  ‘I’m yours.’

  Why’d he have to go and say that? I mean I’m not one for casual sex, but I wasn’t exactly ready for a relationship either. Damn it, why did Landon have to turn me to mush when he got near? I trailed a finger down the new scar on his face and sighed. He was a wounded puppy, but did I want to be the one to take him in, and give him shelter? My head was saying no, but my heart was saying yes. Hell, I didn’t want to hurt him with my emotional baggage, but I knew one thing…

  There was no turning back now.

  He had said it out loud to me in two words. Landon was mines for the taking if I wanted him, and I knew I wanted him. I was just scared. Scared to scar him any further and shatter both of our hearts in the process. I guess it was time to take Gwen’s advice and try to move on no matter how scary this would be. Snuggling up to Landon, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep to the sound of his beating heart.

  “…Ninety-nine, one hundred.” I heard as I opened my eyes.

  Yawning, I saw Landon lying on the floor, doing sit-ups. Sitting up, I admired him from a far as a smile swept over my face. Seeing him maintain his already near perfect appearance was a turn on. I wasn’t one to work out much, thanks to my high metabolism, but if I had to sit in a gym and pretend, just to watch him, I would.

  “Hey there, beautiful.” He said, flashing that heartwarming smile at me. I smiled in return before I turned to look at the clock.

  “Landon, it’s only seven in the morning!” I shouted, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at him. He rolled out of the way, and chuckled before getting up.

  “Sorry, but I needed to work out.” He said walking over to me. “I’m usually up by five, but someone made me sleep late.”

  Making it to the bedside, he dipped his head low and kissed me. I got lost in the feel of his soft lips until he broke the kiss. Opening my eyes again, I saw him shirtless, but that was only because he’d let me sleep in his t-shirt. Men usually loved to see their women dressed in something of theirs. It was the sexiest thing to them. I learned that early on while interviewing my male clients when my business first opened.

  “Well someone kept me up late, but I won’t say any names.” I smiled, looking up to him.

  “Did I?” he asked, kissing me seductively.

  “I didn’t say any names, so you must be guilty.” I said between kisses.

  “Guilty as charged.” He said, throwing his hands up in the air.

  “Do you have anything planned today?” I asked.

  “I just have a conference call this morning. Business crap.” He said, rolling his eyes. “I think I can swing a free day—I mean that is if the boss lets me.”

  This time I rolled my eyes, but I went along with his little joke.

  “Come, take a shower with me
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  Landon insisted, pulling me out of bed. He dragged me towards the bathroom, and I knew exactly where we were heading.

  Thirteen

  After our shower, Landon insisted that I had breakfast with him and his mother. I hated to intrude, but figured it would be ok, considering what I had planned for later. So, I made the breakfast, which shocked Landon, and we all sat down to eat.

  “I told you she was a keeper.” Miss. Brooks whispered a little too loudly.

  I smiled as I ate the waffle on my plate.

  “You were right, mom.” Landon said, looking over to me and smiling brightly.

  He was dressed in a casual black t-shirt and jeans. I was stuck in one of his t-shirts and sweat pants, that didn’t exactly fit me so well. But, I was rocking the hell out of it. Landon squeezed my hand, and made me blush. I was beginning to think this may work. Landon cuddled me tightly the whole night, and I liked it. I did miss having a pair of strong arms wrapped around me.

  Dean used to hold me nonstop, so when he died—God, what was I doing? I was a never going to get over Dean this way. Even though time had passed, my wounds were still raw. I felt horrible for trying to move on. Slyly removing my hand from Landon, I grabbed the diamond ring on my neck, and rubbed it.

  “What did you want to do today?” Landon asked.

  “I was thinking, maybe me, you, and your mom could have a picnic by the lake.” I smiled brightly, and Miss. Brooks clapped her hands. It was obvious that she was excited.

  “No.” Landon snapped. I frowned as my glare went over to him. His face was stone cold serious, and I couldn’t get why.

  “Oh Landon, that would be delightful.” Miss. Brooks said as more of a plea.

  “See? Your mother thinks it’s a good idea.” I chimed in, trying to lighten his mood.