Lies in Love (21 page)

The ride was agonizing. At
every stoplight he could see Talia’s outline burned in his
mind. He could still smell her gardenia scent all around him. He
could taste her sweet and salty skin on his tongue. When he arrived
at the club, he was forced to adjust himself before he ambled from
the car and headed inside. He’d parked just up the street,
almost in view of his old bedroom. Regret struck him momentarily, but
he pushed it deep down, focusing on his time to come with Talia.

He joined the club’s
meager line, which looked as though many of the usuals didn’t
want to brave the rain. When it felt like the rain was going to begin
soaking into his skin, he was finally able to enter the club and he
went in search of Talia. His first stop was upstairs to check her
usual table, but it was empty. When he sat down and began scanning
the crowd below he found her there, dancing uninhibitedly. She looked
beautiful, her body fully on display in a tight black number he
hadn’t seen before. The back was open to her waist, showing way
too much skin, and a twinge of jealousy came over him as she paraded
around in such a mind-blowing number. He didn’t like that other
men were seeing her this way.

A man approached Talia and
she quickly began grinding against him, acting much more promiscuous
than usual. Anger coursed through him as he ran down the stairs and
stomped onto the dance floor, pushing past the throng of club-goers.
When he got within feet of her, the music slowed marginally. Talia
pulled her hair over her shoulder as she looked back at the man, who
was now holding her hips firmly against him. Landon watched as
Talia’s face turned from laughter to fear in a few short
seconds. He hastened to her side and pulled her from the man’s
grasp before she even knew that he was there. “Get your hands
off of her.”

The man looked ready to
fight at Landon’s words, but seeing Landon’s size
advantage, he decided to walk away. Landon spun Talia to face him,
feeling hampered by the rage radiating off of her.

“Get away from me.”
She ran out of the club, with no hesitation from Landon to follow
close behind.

“Talia, wait.”
He caught her just outside of the club surrounded by the mist and
fog.

“What are you doing
here?” He saw her shiver as the mist gathered on her skin and
he quickly removed his leather jacket to place it on her shoulders.
“Stop it. I don’t want it.” Talia pushed at the
jacket, but Landon was having none of it.

“Take the damn jacket,
Talia. It’s freezing out here and you barely have anything on.”

She stopped fighting and let
the jacket hang over her shoulders. “What do you care?”

“Believe me, I care.”

“Sure.” She was
still shivering.

Landon hated seeing her body
shake from the cold. He began running his hands up and down her arms,
trying to put some of the heat back in, but she immediately shrugged
him off.

“What do you want from
me?” She fell against the wall, still facing him. “I
can’t take the head games, Landon. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Talia.
All of you. I want your body, I want your soul; I want your
feistiness and your anger. I want everything you can give me.”
With each word, Landon took a step closer until he was only inches
from her. “And when you have nothing more to give, I want
everything that’s left. Every…” He kissed one
cheek. “Single…” Then the other. “Bit.”
Then he took her face in his hands and began kissing her mouth. His
body pressed firmly against hers, forcing her against the wall behind
her. He was falling deep into the kiss when she pushed him away.

“Stop. Just stop this.
This is stupid. You can’t keep walking away from me. You can’t
keep doing this.” She pushed off the wall and began walking
down the street with Landon’s jacket still draped over her.

“I’m sorry,
Talia. My life is complicated, especially now that I’m caught
in your web. I feel like I’m your prey just spinning out of
control and I no longer know which way is up. Everything is upside
down when you’re near me. I don’t have any restraint when
it comes to you and honestly, if being with you means I’ve lost
all control, then I don’t want control.”

Talia didn’t say
anything in response. She was staring at him, the overhead lights
bringing out the twinkle in her eye.

“Say something.”
He stood, eyes fixed on hers, waiting patiently for some kind of
response from her, any kind of response other than silence. When his
patience was wearing thin, Talia gripped the front of Landon’s
shirt and pulled him to her.

She began kissing him,
teasing his tongue with her own, nibbling at his bottom lip. Catching
him off-guard, Talia spun him around and shoved him against the wall
while she continued to kiss him.

Landon had no plans to stop
her until he heard a couple leaving the club and realized they were
in full view of the public eye. “Come with me.” He took
Talia’s hand and led her down the block toward Dawson’s
car.

“Where are we going?”
Talia spoke in a breathless whisper.

“Just trust me.”
There was no way he could tolerate another minute. He needed her
alone where he could bury himself inside her and make her realize how
much he wanted this; he wanted her. He needed her out of the cold,
away from the wet air all around them.

When they were next to
Dawson’s car he stopped to pull the keys from his pocket, but
Talia must have had other things in mind, because she crashed into
him, kissing him passionately again. She pulled him in front of her
while she climbed on the hood of Dawson’s car; Landon fell on
top of her, kissing her. Mist had turned into droplets that now
dripped down their faces and mixed with their ardent kisses. The
realization that Talia was more than willing to be fucked on the
front of his brother’s car had him slowing things down a bit.
“God, what are you doing to me?”

“What’s
important is what I want
you
to do to
me
.”
She practically purred the words.

He could feel his dick
pressed hard against his jeans. He would need ice before long if he
didn’t get some relief fast. Standing, he pulled the keys from
his pocket.

“What are you…?”
She stopped speaking when Landon opened the passenger-side door and
pulled her from the hood.

He grabbed his jacket from
where Talia had just been laying and threw it in the backseat,
waiting for her to get inside. He was prepared to take her home and
make love to her, wanting to make up for walking away before. He was
more than a little surprised when she began unfastening his pants and
pushed him into the car. His heart was hammering in his chest as she
removed her thong and let it drop to the ground.

Bending over to grab her
panties, she climbed in Landon’s lap and shut the door behind
them. She was pulling at his jeans and boxers when she asked, “Do
you have a condom?”

This interlude was so
unexpected that Landon had forgotten all about a condom. He tried to
reach into his back pocket for his wallet, but was a little lower
than usual now that Talia had begun pushing his jeans down his hips.
When he was finally able to retrieve it, he found the condom tucked
safely inside and Talia immediately took it from him. Before she
rolled it on, she began stroking Landon up and down, twisting her
hand around his girth as she went. His eyes rolled back in his head
as he growled, “Fuck, that feels so good.” They were both
panting and the windows quickly fogged over, turning all the passing
cars into blurs of headlights. He was glad for the little bit of
privacy they had as she continued to tug at him, rolling the condom
down his length.

When Talia had the condom in
place she hovered over him. “I want you to touch me.”

Landon’s eyes shot
open as she looked at him with a fever in her own. He licked his
index and middle finger and began to slowly rub her clit. The
moisture of his saliva mixed with her wetness made him slide over her
so easily that she writhed in his lap. “You feel so good, so
wet. I want inside you now.”

Talia grabbed onto the door
handle and adjusted just enough so that she could effortlessly lower
herself over him and slide down until he was fully within her. She
began a slow, agonizing pace that had him fleetingly holding his
breath as he basked in the feel of being so deep inside her.

He didn’t think it was
possible, but he felt himself grow even harder with every stride. His
head fell back against the headrest as he listened to her soft moans
and moved beneath her, matching her rhythm. He watched as her eyes
fell closed when their intensity increased. His hand grabbed her
neck, pulling her closer to him. “Open your eyes.”

As passing headlights lit up
the interior of the car, Talia’s eyes opened and a thin sliver
of amber blazed around her black-as-night iris. She was looking deep
into him before her mouth came crashing down over his.

Landon tugged at her bottom
lip with his teeth as she pulled away then he saw her smile as she
continued to move faster. Before long, Landon was barely hanging on.
Everything around them was becoming a blur. Their hot breaths mixed
and created a fog that surrounded them.

When Landon began grunting,
feeling his imminent orgasm, Talia yelled, “Don’t stop.
God, don’t stop.” She held onto Landon’s shoulders,
rising and falling over him in a rhythm that would have them both
lifeless before long.

“Fuck, Talia.”
He was trying to hold on. He wanted to wait for her to climax, but
she was so wet. Every movement put him excruciatingly closer until he
was barely holding on. “Come for me, Talia. Come, now.”

Talia cried out as she
erupted all around him and clenched every drop from his orgasm. They
panted in each other’s arms as they waited for the climatic
spasms to subside.

When she reached for her
panties, now discarded on the driver’s seat, Landon placed his
fingers in his mouth and tasted the wetness that Talia had left
behind. “So sweet.” After their intimate encounter, he
was surprised to see the blush rise in her cheeks. “Don’t
be embarrassed. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
When she was focused on him, he ripped the panties from her hand and
fisted them in his own. “Mind if I keep these?”

The blush increased as she
smiled. “Be my guest.”

“Thanks, Petal.”
He kissed her cheeks and playfully bucked at her in order to return
his pants to their appropriate position.

She pulled her dress down
over her thighs and opened the door as Landon was busy removing the
condom. “Thanks.”

Landon furrowed his brow.
“Where are you going?”

“The girls will be
wondering where I went.”

He reached for her hand to
stop her. “Let them wonder.”

She surprised him with a
laugh and continued to walk away.

He scampered to close his
fly so he could rush after her. He couldn’t let her get away so
easily. When he was finally redressed and crawling from the car, he
saw her reentering the club. “Holy shit, Talia, what are you
doing to me?” He chased after her, pushing through the sea of
bodies once back inside. Somehow he knew he would find her back on
the dance floor. There was no way she was going back to that reticent
woman he met just a few short weeks ago. It was no surprise when he
found her there surrounded by her friends with a bright smile on her
face. She was carefree, waving her arms in the air, twirling in
circles and laughing. She was like a bright beacon of light in a
killer storm, shining for the whole club to see.

When she was close enough to
touch, he saw her Hispanic friend staring him down. It didn’t
impede him from what he did next; his hands brushed across her bare
back to grip her waist and pull her hard against him. “I’m
not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.” His erection had
returned and he pressed it against her to let her know the effect she
had on him. She was a toxin thick in his bloodstream. Like a drug,
after just one taste he knew he needed more. He knew she felt every
inch of him pressed against her, because she began to move against
him, inadvertently turning their dance into foreplay. Feeling her
pressed against him, he knew he wouldn’t be letting her go home
alone tonight.

Talia’s hands reached
back and began running along Landon’s thighs. It sent a boulder
crashing into the pit of his stomach just feeling her touch. Even
after having her in his brother’s car, he couldn’t take
anymore. He jerked her around to face him and whispered, “We’re
going home now.”

She didn’t argue or
waver. She simply nodded and bid her friends goodbye, then followed
him out of the club. Outside, she reached for his hand. “Landon,
slow down. I can barely keep up in these heels.”

He had no self-control left.
With no intention of slowing down, he hoisted her up onto his
shoulder and carried her to Dawson’s car, listening to her
squeal all the way. When he had the passenger door open, he deposited
her inside and rounded the car to join her. Thankful for the deserted
city streets he sped to the east side in search of her apartment. His
hand inched toward her countless times, but quickly returned to the
steering wheel realizing if he laid even one finger on her he was
likely to take her in this car yet again.

“Landon, are you
okay?” Her hand reached across the seat to touch his leg,
startling him just enough to flinch.

“I’m fine.”
Her hand returned to her lap, but he could feel the energy that
lingered where she touched him. There was some kind of pull between
them that was undeniable. He felt it the first time he met her, maybe
even before. Relief began to set in when he turned onto her street.

“Turn up here.”

Landon gave her a
questioning look, unsure of where she was leading him.

“You can park in back,
that way if you want to leave again, you won’t have to walk all
the way around the building.” Her words sounded slightly
wounded.