Blindsided

by Shey Stahl

  “Wanna make out?” No lie, that’s my response.

  He shifts slightly and leans his head back so I can see his eyes glowing with the lights from the dashboard. “Is that what you want?”

  My lips part and I suck in a breath, but I don’t actually give him a reply.

  “Come over here,” he says in a rough whisper as he looks over at me.

  I eye the space between us. It’s a fucking Bugatti. There’s absolutely no room for me anywhere but my seat. “Where?”

  As he leans to one side with his hand draped over the steering wheel, his eyes find mine in the low light. “Here… on me.”

  I unbuckle myself and practically launch my body onto his lap. It’s not easy. I’m certain I’ve either broken the shifter or kicked a hole in the dash. Either is possible.

  He grunts when I fall onto him but smiles anyway. “I take that as a yes.”

  Even though the suggestion to make out comes from me, reality is still present. Public fornication isn’t exactly my thing, but I can totally make an exception considering, aside from renting a hotel room, this is our only privacy.

  “What if there’s someone watching?” I know for a fact they patrol this area frequently. Last thing I want is to be picked up by Seattle PD, and this being all over TMZ tomorrow that Landon and I had been fucking. Nope. Not happening.

  Problems with the current situation?

  There are many. And Landon, he doesn’t care about any of them. Since my first arrest had been so traumatic for me, I didn’t want to be arrested again. Now, keep in mind this isn’t likely to occur, I’m sure making out in a car isn’t exactly illegal, but still, this is a valid fear of mine.

  Landon likes to tease me endlessly about my fears of being arrested. I’m never amused by this. He’s been arrested twice, once for disturbing the peace and the other for being drunk in public. Both times he acted like it was no big deal.

  “Who cares?” he mocks, trying to take my top off again.

  See? No big deal for him.

  His hands move to my ass, squeezing. “Goddamn, you have the best ass ever.”

  I suppose coming from the whore known as Landon Slade, I should take that as a compliment.

  “Are you scared someone’s going to see us?” A low laugh rumbles in his chest, vibrating through me.

  “No.”

  “Yes, you are.” His rough voice unnerves me. After all these years, he still gets to me and keeps me anticipating everything he says and does.

  Straddling his lap isn’t all that comfortable. Car sex is hard and in a Bugatti, damn near impossible. I’m positive the EB logo on his steering wheel is going to be permanently imprinted in my ass.

  Arching my back, I let my hair fall over the steering wheel. That gets him. He moans, low and deep, and goes back to sucking on my nipples through my top. “Your nipple rings are so hot.” Nipping at my chest, his teeth drag against my heated skin, and then he rips my shirt up around my neck. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Em. Just… so fucking gorgeous.”

  My nipples harden, and it isn’t from the cold. It’s from the idea, the visualization of Landon not being able to control himself, so he takes me here, in his car. His tone, the needy way he can’t keep his hands off me, it fills my stomach with warmth.

  While he’s kissing my chest, I take in our surroundings and the car. How is this actually going to work without one of us getting hurt?

  He notices my hesitation and the way my hands fall from his body. “What are you doing? Don’t stop,” he urges, angling my head so he can suck on my neck now.

  “How is this supposed to work?”

  His lips twitch against my skin. “We get naked and fuck.”

  “Cute.” I work my hands between us to the button of his jeans. “I mean in here. It’s so small.”

  He gives me a look like he’s confused. “What?” His breathing is labored, his hands on my shoulders.

  “The car. It’s too fucking small for this. We should go back to the house.”

  He purses his lips, blue eyes studying me intently. It makes me squirm on his lap. “And do it where? The moment we walk in the door, the kids are going to be all over us, begging for our attention.”

  He has a point. And Cat and Kasen are there too.

  Sighing heavily, Landon scrubs his hands down his face, his head resting back against the seat as he attempts to even his breathing. “Do you not want this?”

  “I do.” My voice is timid as shit, and I have no idea why. There’s absolutely nothing timid about me. “But….”

  “No buts. Not tonight.” And then his mouth is on my skin again, and I forget about the obstacles in my way, like the cramped quarters. If I can live in a closet for a year, I can certainly manage to get this done.

  With some careful movements and legs bent in awkward angles, I get Landon’s jeans undone quickly and attempt to shove them down around his hips. Attempt being the key word here, but I manage.

  “Do you have protection?” I ask, unbuttoning mine and tossing my shirt, which had been choking the shit out of me, to the passenger seat.

  He gives me a quick nod and reaches down to remove a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans. Of course, he came prepared. His eyes look up at me. He tugs my neck forward and leans in to kiss me, then stops, remembering my lip burn. He whispers, “It’s so fucking frustrating not being able to kiss you.”

  “Tell me about it,” I say with a gasp.

  In a rush, he has his jeans down, and we’re working on mine. It’s agreed rather quickly that he’ll open the door, I’ll step out and take my jeans off, then get back in the car.

  In theory that’s what’s supposed to happen, but it results in my falling on the pavement, taking a chunk of skin off my knee and laughing. He helps me back in the car, closes the door, and I’m straddling him, his cock nestled nicely between my folds as he grinds against me.

  After getting the condom on, his length nudges at my entrance. “You sure, Em?” It’s the first time I’ve ever heard his confidence waver. He doesn’t blink, and neither do I. His words break, falter, give way to everything happening between us. I can tell he’s into this with the intensity of his eyes. He’s staring at me like he’ll never let me go.

  I don’t say anything. Warmth colors my face. Why is he asking? “No, actually, I’m not. Can you take me home?”

  He glares at me when I start laughing. “That’s not even remotely funny.” He grunts and sheaths himself fully inside me. Neither of us moves a muscle for ten seconds, our eyes locked on one another, my hands hanging on to his shoulders.

  “I think it was kind of funny.”

  His eyes drop, and then he shifts his hand from my thigh to between my legs. “I can’t wait to suck on your pussy.” His thumb grazes my clit. “But first I’m going to fuck you.” And then he moves, rocking his hips forward in the seat. “Fuck.” He closes his eyes and groans as I begin to move on him, grinding my hips and swiveling. “Fast now, slow later, okay?”

  I nod, trying not to laugh.

  But then it’s not fast. At least not at first. It’s anything but that. His mouth drags down my jaw, his body trembling. Callused hardworking hands move over my thighs, spreading them a little wider as he fills me.

  Heaven. Fucking heaven is what this is. I know it’s so cliché of me to say this, but it’s never felt this good. With anyone. Ever.

  “Fuck, Ember…” Landon shudders, his body trembling as I slide down him all the way, taking all of him inside me. “You’re so fucking wet. I love how greedy your pussy is for my cock.”

  I knew Landon talked dirty, but hearing these words slip past his lips directed at me, it’s almost more than I can take.

  “I thought you said fast.” I smile, his movements slow and his breathing ragged against my neck.

  “I lied,” he says breathlessly against my skin. The action sends a wave of chills over my body, gnawing at me. “For now.”

  Drawing back, he stares at me. Brushing my hair from my f
ace, he cups my cheek, searching my eyes. It reminds me of the night we met. The night we really did become dependent on one another. “Never enough,” he repeats his words from earlier. Lifting me up by my waist, he gasps, then slides me slowly back down onto his cock. His eyes close, a soft groan falling from his parted lips. There’s a hint of sadness that crosses his face before he recovers.

  Sadness? Why would he be sad? Leaning forward, I kiss his neck.

  His head buries in my neck again, his breathing picking up as we find a rhythm together. And he’s right. It’s a hard and fast pace. There’s nothing at all gentle about it.

  He intently watches me, every hint of emotion detailed for him. I’ll never have enough of this, of him. He’s ruining me. The blood pumps faster in my veins, and I know this is crazy, but it’s everything I’ve ever imagined since I met him. Sure, I didn’t exactly anticipate it being in a car, but maybe that’s what I needed from him. There’s something more exciting and bad about it.

  His feet shift, and his buckle clanks as it hits the console below as his legs fight to find something hard to brace himself against and gain the leverage he needs to push up. When he does, he moves me a little, his head falling back against the seat, his hat shadowing his face. I knock it off his head. I have to see his eyes during this. This moment changes everything about us. I want to witness every single emotion that crosses his face.

  With him grunting and thrusting inside me, his hands stay on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh with each thrust. No words are spoken—we need this too badly. With a grunt, his hips rise, and his right hand pushes me down hard on his lap, filling me completely. He moves both hands behind my back and then curls them over the tops of my shoulders, the leverage he needs to go deeper. When I push up on my knees, he slams me down, and we work together like a trained offensive line would.

  There’s one thing about car sex. The sweating. With all the heavy breathing and the windows rolled up, it gets hot quickly. “It’s so hot in here I feel like I’m going to pass out,” I tell him, why, I’m not sure. Probably because I really do feel like I might pass out.

  Landon stops, rips his shirt off—I don’t know why we hadn’t discarded that earlier—and then reaches forward, adjusting the air conditioning without missing a beat, only it’s blowing right up my ass. I’m kind of ashamed to admit this, but it feels kind of good. Shh, don’t tell him.

  I know it’s not the time to pause in the middle because you just want me to get to the good stuff, right? Sorry, I have to set the scene for you. So yeah, both of us are sweating and the most ironic, weirdest shit in my entire life happens. I bump the nob to the radio and KISS 106.1 is playing. Can you take a wild shot in the dark as to what song is playing?

  Okay, give up yet?

  I’m waiting.

  Great, you give up. Fucking finally. It’s “Cry for You” by Jodeci. I don’t know why, but I laugh because, apparently, I can’t take this seriously. As I try to hold back my laughter, my body moves to the slow beat, and it’s more than Landon can take.

  “Fuck,” he cries into my hair, pushing it to the side, his hands tangling in it. “I want this to last forever, but I’m gonna come soon.”

  #hotAF

  I exhale noisily, close to a moan, but then I fucking laugh again at the likelihood that the song I imagined earlier is now playing.

  This time he stops, midthrust, and gives me a glare. “What in the fuck is so funny?”

  I study his face, the sweat beading at his temples, the flush to his cheeks. Goddamn, he’s so hot like this. “The song. It’s funny.”

  “How is it funny?”

  “It just is. You know, I cry for you… doesn’t it at all sound ironic?”

  With a growl—I’m not shitting you, he growls at me—he grabs my face between his hands and then thrusts his hips up, his cock burying deep inside me. “Pay. Attention.”

  He watches my every move with a heavy-lidded gaze. His rapt attention on me as I fall apart for him, above him, is everything he wants.

  “It’s so much better when I can see your face as you come.” He leans forward, a groan rumbling in his throat as his lips move toward mine. He traces his tongue down my neck to my collarbone.

  I breathe out his name and hang on as his cock swells inside me, his hips twitching.

  We had sex! It’s my first thought. My second is… I don’t know, but we stare at one another and I’m curious if he wants a takeback.

  “I can’t believe we just did that,” I say as I disentangle myself, landing in the passenger seat. It’s then I remember my jeans are outside on the ground. Damn it. As I’m contemplating getting out and retrieving them, Landon tosses the condom in the trash bag he keeps tucked behind the seat, then opens the door and picks up my jeans and hands them to me.

  He stares at me but doesn’t say anything.

  “What?” I ask, turning to him.

  “Are you okay? You look nervous.”

  “I’m fine.” My delivery is convincing, but it’s hard to sound believing when you don’t own your words. Emotion clogs my throat. My hands fidget with my jeans, trying like hell to hold in the swell of emotional girl feelings crashing down on me. I’m no longer laughing.

  He grabs my hand. “Let’s go check on those hoodlums.”

  I smile, thinking of the kids. It’s nice to think about them and not obsessing over what this means now that we slept together. Will our friendship change?

  There’s a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth, and just before I’m about to ask him what’s so funny, he leans over and nestles his face against my neck, and he whispers, “Baby, I’m beggin’, baby, I’m beggin’, beggin’, baby.”

  I burst out laughing. Again.

  Trenches – The offensive and defensive lines. Games can be won in the trenches, which means the team whose linemen perform better on that day come out ahead.

  Last night was the best night of my life.

  You don’t hear men say that very often, unless of course they had, well, sex. Or something equally satisfying. Like winning the Super Bowl. That used to be the best night of my life, until I fucked Ember.

  You’re not surprised we had sex, are you? I knew what I was doing getting those tickets to the concert. I knew if anything would convince her to be alone with me for a night, it’d be The Hunna and you know, I want to personally thank those guys.

  What I wasn’t expecting was for it to happen in my car. Believe it or not, that’s a first for me. Well, aside from high school and the only safe place out of Oma’s watchful eyes was my car… and the attic. Getting dates to follow you to the attic is tricky though.

  Want to know the crazy part about all this? I’m fucking clueless when it comes to women and how to make it work. I know you’re thinking, Landon, look at you, that can’t possibly be true.

  Sadly, it is.

  Now, please consider that from this point on because you know I’m bound to fuck this up. To help you understand why this is, let me take you back oh, about nine years ago when I was in high school and had been dating Veda Qualls for the past year. She was my first “real” girlfriend. Not my first… but the first I gave my heart to. I loved Veda. I love to tell everyone I didn’t, but I did love that sweet little blonde and her quirky ways. Here I was the high school quarterback, king of the school, and Veda was the book nerd who used to read Romeo and Juliet at my games and occasionally look up to see me running plays, bringing the Allen Eagles to their third state title.

  Now, you’re probably wondering how it all fell apart, aren’t you?

  She left me for Revel. I get it, broody types work together better, and I did sorta have an on-again, off-again thing with a cheerleader, but it stung having Veda sleep with my brother. Revel didn’t know any better. I don’t say that out of stupidity. I never told anyone I was dating Veda so how was he supposed to know when she basically seduced him? Fuck, our family is fucking weird.

  Anyway, the point to the story is I have absolutely no goddamn clue
how to date, love, or keep a woman happy. But with Ember, I want all that. She’ll never have another man touch her now that I’ve gotten a taste of that pussy. Not literally, but you know what I mean. The pussy tasting will come, though. Soon, very fucking soon. Like now.

  I don’t want to get out of bed this morning. There are a few reasons for this. Look who’s in my bed?

  Don’t stare… it’ll freak her out, as I’ve been told, after staring at her this morning. I convinced her to stay the night with me and we had sex two more times. I’d like to go for a third down before I have to leave for practice.

  “Stop staring at me.”

  Told you. Nice going, you’ve pissed her off. And yes, I’m talking to you, not me. I wasn’t, maybe a little, staring at her.

  I’m on my side, my arm curled under my head, watching the clock and knowing every minute wasted is another one I could be inside her. Or tasting that pussy I’m dying to get a lick of. In fact, I think I’ll do that now.

  I whip the blankets back off her and slide lower on the mattress. Hovering over her, I sink down and flip her shirt up over her tits.

  Ember shakes her head, swallows hard and finds her words in the form of a question. “What are you doing?”

  I have my head between her thighs now. “Having breakfast.”

  “We should get up.” She tries to pull me up by my shoulders. “The kids will be up soon, and I want to go through the morning routine with Kasen once more.”

  “Not a chance.” I knock her hands away and then curl my own around her ass cheeks.

  I drag my nose along her slit and inhale. I take a dramatic pause and wink at her.

  “There’s not enough time.”

  “There’s enough time for this. I’m investigating this clit ring. Who gave it to you and why didn’t I know about it until now?”

  Lifting her head off the pillow, she scowls down at me. “It wasn’t any of your business.”

  I squeeze the cheeks of her ass, kneading the perfect plump mounds between my hands. “It’s my business now.”