Saving Landon Part 77

"Look, do you want to just go back home? We don't have to do this," he told me. I sensed bitterness entering his voice. "I was being honest when I told you earlier that I was just trying to get your mind off things... but if you're not going to put in any effort..."

"No, that's not it at all..." I replied hastily, feeling bad. I knew he was doing it on purpose, spinning my apathy as a guilt-trip, but that didn't change a thing about falling for the trap. "Wait, we don't have to do what?"

"f.u.c.k," he shrugged. "I thought that's what we were doing after this just a harmless, meaningless little f.u.c.k. I mean, isn't that what you wanted a rebound f.u.c.k to get your mind off of that guy? Something to clear your head..."

I was almost indignant, but the s.e.xy little smirk that crossed his lips, and the way his eyes seemed to twinkle, undermined my firm opposition to the idea.

Particularly when I started to remember just how talented he was in bed nothing like Dalton, but he could still make me c.u.m almost on command...

My mind drifted back to the conversation we'd had over the phone. Did we even TALK about having s.e.x? It was hard to remember, although it must have only been an hour or two before. Ever since the moment I thought Dalton walked in, nothing else had really mattered.

"Yeah, didn't think so," he growled. With a flick of his fingers, he summoned over our nearby server, requesting the check.

"No, wait," I cut in.

The way his eyes flickered to me, and that subtly triumphant smile on his face, told me that he was just trying to push my b.u.t.tons. This was such a bad idea... I needed to get as far away from this guy as I could, because he could effortlessly manipulate me...

But my words betrayed me instead.

"Maybe that's what we both need..."

Was it? But this feels so wrong...

I wanted something to help me forget Dalton, something to just get me through one more miserable night... even if that meant dealing with the Devil himself.

Staring Jeremy in the eyes, I felt something breaking inside me. Was I resigning myself to this? I was in so much pain...

No, I finally admitted to myself.

I can't do this. Even if Dalton and I aren't together... even if we can NEVER be together... I can't let this happen.

"I'm sorry," I told him.

Jeremy's eyes flashed with irritation.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, 'I'm sorry,'" I repeated.

He chuckled nervously, his eyes darkly watching me from behind those wicked frames. Jeremy was clearly surprised... and I recalled then that he was a man who hated surprises.

"Sorry for what? Answer carefully..."

I dropped my napkin against my plate. "I can't do this. I can't spend the night with you... I have to get away from here. From you."

"Clara, that's behind us," he insisted darkly.

"No, it's really not," I told him. "This was stupid. How could I possibly go out to dinner with you? You're a complete monster. We were happy together, and you destroyed that. I've met someone else, someone who makes me happy. Even if I can't be with him, he would still never hurt me the way that you did."

Jeremy leaned forward, a downright villainous flash in his eyes. Although I knew I had the moral high ground, I trembled with fear at what he might do now...

"Well, Clara, where the f.u.c.k is he now, hmm?"

"Right here," a familiar voice rang out.

We both turned, and I gasped in shock. There was Dalton, standing tall in his leather and watching us carefully. Statuesque and menacing, my stepbrother stood just a few feet away glaring with every ounce of overwhelming power that his body could muster.

"Dalton... I..."

"Oh, this ought to be good..." Jeremy hissed.

Before either of us could say another word, Dalton was at my side. Kneeling and taking my other hand into his, he stared up into my eyes. His fury was fading away into something else, something that intimidated me just as much when it came from him.

Compa.s.sion.

"Clara, I don't care about what stands in our way. I don't give a rat's a.r.s.e about the reasons why this is wrong. This entire week, I've tried to ignore the truth and respect your wishes, but I realize now that you... complete me. You make me better. You make me more. I can't stand the idea of not having you at my side... and I know you feel the same way."

"Dalton..."

"Come with me," he told me. "Leave this all behind and join me."

I swallowed down my anxiety and surprise. "But we've been over this. Our parents, your traveling, my school..."

"I'm sorry, I have to cut in a second," Jeremy laughed. "Did you just say your parents? Like, collective parents? Are you two related?"

Dalton flared an insidious glare his way, but I drew his attention back to me.

"It's complicated," I murmured.

Jeremy chuckled. "You think I'm the f.u.c.ked up one? What an interesting turn of events... I would have never guessed that your date was your darling brother..."

"I know you want this to work," Dalton told me, ignoring him. "This last week has been tearing me apart inside... and it's done the same to you. I can see it in your eyes."

"I just don't know, Dalton..."

Jeremy laughed even harder. "Oh, this is seriously happening? I thought this was just some sort of a twisted joke, but you actually want to f.u.c.k your brother. That's a new one." He flashed me an evil grin. "Not sure I'm into incestuous chicks, but hey, if you want to keep things relative, I can always make you call me Daddy when I'm pumping you full of my c.o.c.k..."

"Alright, a.s.shole," Dalton glowered, standing up. With a quick movement, he grabbed Jeremy by the throat and tugged him out of the booth.

"Dalton, wait!" I cried out.

Jeremy's eyes bugged out with anger. He grabbed hold of his steak knife, and I saw exactly where this was going.

"Look out!"

Dalton's eyes instantly tracked my gaze, and he thrust Jeremy forward into the ground as he swiped with the knife. Luckily, he only managed to catch air with the arc of the sharp edge, and tumbled backwards into a heap.

"Oh, you are going to regret that," Jeremy laughed wickedly as he climbed up from the ground. He wielded the knife in front of himself defensively, preparing to leap forward with a jab if anyone made a move. "What can I say, Clara? Can't f.u.c.k your brother if he's in the hospital with a gut wound, huh?"

"Jeremy, stop it!" Dalton hissed. "There's no reason for this! Just calm down and put down the knife before someone gets hurt!"

"Put down the weapon," one of our patrons repeated, in a surprisingly commanding voice. It was a thicker, tall man in a turtleneck sweater and a buzzed haircut. I spotted a holstered gun at his waist.

"Everybody relax," Jeremy hissed, twitching the knife at Dalton. "Everybody except you. YOU are leaving here with a fresh stab wound, thanks to completely f.u.c.king up my night. I was going to f.u.c.k this girl ragged, and I almost had her when you dragged your sorry a.s.s in."

"It's over, Jeremy," Dalton told him. "Put down the knife. People are calling the cops."

"No need," the patron muttered, unfastening his gun. "I've got this under control."

Jeremy snapped, whipping towards him with the knife. "No! f.u.c.k you! f.u.c.k all of you!"

The stranger ducked, but he still took a neat gash to the back of his hand. With a heavy groan, he reflexively punched Jeremy in the face with his free fist, sending my ex-boyfriend clattering backwards against an empty booth. The resounding sound of a click with his thumb told us all that the safety was removed, and he was prepared to shoot.

"Drop the knife, son, before you make this any worse for yourself."

Jeremy hissed, collecting his senses, but let the knife clatter to the ground. "Alright, fine, tough guy. Who the f.u.c.k are you, anyway?"

The patron whipped out his wallet with his bleeding hand, unfolding it to reveal a nice, shiny badge. "Off-duty officer. Now you've f.u.c.ked up. I don't know what kind of scene you were causing a second ago, and frankly, I don't want to know..."

He glanced over at Dalton and me.

"He's my stepbrother. We're not related," I quickly interjected.

"...Right." The officer turned back. "But it's a serious crime to attack an officer of the law. Hands up where I can see them, NOW..."

After the scene was over and the officer had taken some notes from both of us, he patted me on the shoulder with his freshly bandaged hand.

"That guy shouldn't be bothering either of you anymore," he rea.s.sured me. "What the h.e.l.l were you thinking, going into public with someone as controlling and deranged as that?"

"I...wasn't thinking," I conceded. "I wasn't in a great place when he contacted me this afternoon, and I should have known better... I'm so sorry that this happened."

The officer looked saddened. He quickly dug out his business card and handed it to me. "Listen. I don't think this guy will be a problem, but if you run into a situation like this again... call me. My older sister had a controlling boyfriend like this. It didn't end well... and that convinced me to become a cop in the first place."

He turned to Dalton. "And you... help this one keep her head straight, won't you? You handled yourself well with a knife in your face. The only people I know who don't flinch like that are ex-military."

"Marines," he shrugged.

The officer gave him a subtle nod. "Good man. Honor to be in your company. Anyway... you two have a good night. I have a s.h.i.t-ton of paperwork to file now..."

With that, he left. We quickly paid out the tab and left the restaurant, eager to get away from that mess as soon as possible.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Dalton asked, the moment that we were back outside. "You might recall that neither of us live terribly far from here."

"Yeah. Unfortunately, Jeremy drove... do you have your other helmet?"

"Of course," he smiled.

"Then yeah," I nodded. "Let's ditch this place."

He smiled softly, leading me towards his motorcycle. "Going back to your place?"

"Nah," I grinned. "Yours."

And so we did.

Thirty minutes later, fueled by the heat of the evening, we stumbled into his rental house. I say stumbled, because Dalton's mouth was already pressed against mine, our lips instantly locking.

Dalton fumbled with the door locks, almost as an afterthought, while we furiously kissed. We barely made it into the house before our pa.s.sions overwhelmed us. I could already feel his powerful hands the hands of a marine clamped firmly around my thighs, dragging upwards.

His impossible weapon yearned against the denim of his jeans, aching for my touch. It pressed into my leg, radiating extraordinary heat.

"G.o.ddammit Dalton, I need you," I purred breathlessly. "I never stopped needing you."

"I know," he murmured into my lips.

His hands slid up my body, tracing my curves with his rugged palms until he had them around my neck. I lifted my chin, letting him squeeze if he needed to, but instead he cupped the back of my head and pulled me into another crushing kiss.

"I love you, Clara," he whispered between engulfing kisses.

I felt every nerve in my body spark with emotion, a whiplash of pleasure thrashing down my spine. My entire being curled up inside, taking his words and building itself up around them.

"I love you too, Dalton," I replied with hesitation. As the words suddenly slipped from my trembling lips, I realized how right they were to say, and how much I needed him to know their truth.

I couldn't just utter them fearfully.

He needed to understand their conviction.

I repeated it, fiercer this time: "I... love you." As I did so, I let my fingers firmly wrap around his shoulders, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

With the powerful swipe of an arm, Dalton shoved a bowl of fruit and few misplaced possessions clean off the counter.

I let him shove me down to the surface, unbuckling my jeans and tugging them down my thighs. Ripping them off and yanking my panties down, I felt the cold surface and shivered...

Until his hot, yearning breath took me away.

He kissed down just above my eager p.u.s.s.y. The pressure sent a burst of intoxicating emotion through my core.

"Oh G.o.d, Dalton," I murmured peacefully.

He slipped into place beneath my thighs, hoisting them over his shoulders. His strong fingertips dug into my skin as he secured me around his face, kneeling against a stool to hold himself into position.

I felt the flicker of his tongue against my c.l.i.t, and just like that, I was undeniably his once more.

With the expert precision I'd come to expect from my experienced, talented lover, Dalton easily flicked the b.u.t.ton of pa.s.sion with the tip of his tongue. Diving into my hood, he lapped with broad strokes, teased with varied pressure, flicked the edge, and brought down his lips to push down upon my tender, needful c.l.i.t.

"That feels so good, baby..."

Dalton continued downward, licking up the juices that began to lubricate my wet, demanding p.u.s.s.y. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter for him. I loved every last little flick of his tongue and firm kiss from his lips.