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Chapter thirty-three

Landon

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When the final whistle blew later that night, Landon left Ikaika sleeping on the couch and headed back to his apartment. Keala said bye to him at the door, promising she would be over in a few. True to her word, she knocked twenty-four minutes later, clad in his favorite of her pajamas: his Sentinels shirt and one of her many pairs of black-and-red plaid shorts.

Landon wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her inside and kissing all over her face. “Missed you,” he murmured, shutting the door behind her and walking her to the living room.

Keala laughed. “I saw you less than half an hour ago.”

“Mm, and it was too long.” He continued peppering her with kisses.

“Landon! You were supposed to change out of these clothes. It’s time for bed.”

Landon pulled back. “I saw the way you were watching me as I left. Don’t pretend you don’t love the way I clean up.”

She shrugged, looking around until her eye snagged on the dining table. Landon followed her line of sight and cursed.

Keala walked over to the table—which still lacked chairs—and stared at the open calendar.

It was the Sentinels Sirens yearly calendar for the next year.

“You do know it’s November and not May of next year, right?”

Landon was slightly embarrassed he hadn’t hidden it. In it, Keala wore the small black skirt and tinier long-sleeve black top that tied in a knot right in the middle of her chest. She was smiling wide, a hand on her waist, toned stomach exposed.

“Uh, yeah.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I saw them at the facility a few days ago and swiped one. I’m surprised you haven’t seen it the last few days—I think it’s been on the table for a while.”

She tapped the photo. “I was shocked they chose me. If it were up to Angelica, I wouldn’t have been, but the team voted. It was also probably a diversity thing.” Keala smiled coyly, turning and running a finger down his chest. “Can’t imagine what you were going to do with this.”

“If you mean fuck my hand while I thought about you, you’ve given me plenty of memories I can use. It’s hot, but nothing compared to the video I see when I close my eyes.”

“Do you do that? Use our…time together to get off?” Her eyes glazed over, and Landon grabbed the hand that had stilled against his stomach.

He hummed. “Do you like that? Knowing I can’t get you out of my head?”

She nodded slowly. “Yes.” Keala dropped her eyes to his dress pants, then dragged her gaze up his long-sleeve button down and tie until she landed on his lips. “I suppose it would be a shame to waste this.”

Landon pulled her to himself by the hand he held, kissing her hard. She kissed him back just as hungrily, making those pretty little moans he loved so much.

“What happened to bedtime?” he joked as she kissed his jaw.

“Screw bedtime—I sleep better after anyway.”

He was confused when she moved away, opening the door to his balcony. It was late November in Northern California, so he flicked on the heater switch. The two on either side of the doorway hummed to life, and Keala smiled gratefully at him.

Grabbing his tie, she pulled him to herself, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing a line down his body to his pants.

“Keeks, what are you doing?”

She looked up at him, her hand resting against the top of his dress pants. “I’ve known the real me as long as you have. I don’t know half the things I love or hate because I’ve spent so long suppressing them in favor of what others want. You want me to do what I want? Right now, I want you to fuck me out here. And before that, I want to do this.” She undid his belt, then the button and zipper until his dick was out of his boxers.

Landon looked around, taking in the city lights twinkling far below them. Otherwise, it was dark, and there were no buildings as tall as theirs for miles. He knew no one would see them. Still, he asked, “Are you su—”

Keala took him in her mouth, and he couldn’t remember what he’d been saying. She bobbed her head, licking and sucking and moaning until Landon felt his balls tighten. “Baby, slow down. If you want me to fuck you out here, you have to stop.”

She pulled away with a pop and stood, tugging her shirt off and turning so her front pressed against the parapet, which was entirely made of stone and hit her at mid-stomach. Landon stood by the balcony door, shocked by the unexpected twist the night had taken. Keala looked over her shoulder at him expectantly, so he hurried out of his pants and grabbed a condom from inside.

He loved when she took charge.

Landon rolled the condom on, grabbing her throat gently until her back hit his chest. Pushing her hair out of the way, he kissed her neck, his other hand slipping beneath her shorts and lace thong. When he found her soaking, he groaned. “You liked sucking me off, huh? You like knowing what you do to me?” he whispered against her ear, and she shivered. When she didn’t respond, he lined himself up, pushing her thong and shorts out of his way. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You.” It was all she said, breathed out into the night quietly, so with one hand around her throat and the other pushing her clothes out of the way, he sank into her.

He felt little resistance, and when she began pushing back, moaning happily, he picked up the pace. Landon moved both his hands to her waist, smiling when she gripped the top of the wall. “You can be as loud as you want out here. That’s what you want, right? People to know how good you take me?”

She moaned louder, as if in agreement. Landon wanted to focus on her, making sure she came first, but his balls started to tighten again. He slipped one of his hands back into her shorts, rubbing her until she was practically screaming. “You like knowing someone could be looking at these sexy fucking tits bouncing, baby? Hearing me fuck this pretty cunt? I bet you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Landon, please ,” she whined. “Make me come, please. I’m so close.” Landon leaned over, kissing her smooth back, picking up the pace with his fingers and cock until he felt her tightening around him, her whole body shaking. Keala breathed heavily when she was done, pulling his hand to hold her tit as she bounced on him. “Now I want you to fill me up again.”

And that was all it took. Something inside him contracted, then he felt a rush in his chest as he came inside her. Landon hadn’t known he was holding his breath until it was over, when he finally released it.

“Damn it,” he groaned against her skin. “You are fucking perfect, you know that?” His body shook as he pulled out, spinning her around so he could kiss her, wrapping both arms around her as he did so.

“I’ve never done that before,” she whispered, voice breathy. “Have sex outside, I mean. I know nobody could have seen us, but I…did like the idea that they could hear it.”

Landon squeezed her in response, too tired to speak again so soon. He loved that she was discovering things about herself, and that he was lucky enough to be the one to learn what she liked along with her.

Though the last few times they’d had sex, possibly every other time, had felt important in some way, this time was far more significant because it was the first time he was with someone exclusively. Not that he’d been hooking up with anyone else since he’d met her. The thought hadn’t crossed his mind.

But now that they’d agreed to be together, it all felt so real. Her bare skin against the sliver of his chest exposed by his open shirt. His cheek pressed against her head, his hands in the divots of her waist. It felt peaceful and it felt right.

“Proud of you for figuring out what you want. And asking for it.” He kissed her forehead. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

Half an hour later, Keala was sitting across Landon’s lap in the one chair on his balcony. She stared up at the stars sleepily while he fed her grapes and gave her sips of her Pedialyte. She had been very insistent about the latter.

“The day we met, you joked about your kinks. Do you have many?” She blinked at him, and that ache in his chest intensified. She was so damn beautiful, her freckles just visible, her hair in a messy bun, her eyes half open.

“I don’t know what many means.” It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable discussing this. He just had never talked about it with someone he cared about. “But I would say I have some, yes.”

“I’m scared you’re going to want someone who can provide you with all those things.”

Landon squeezed her to himself. “I don’t want anyone but you. I don’t need all that stuff if you’re not comfortable with it. I get off on knowing I’m giving you what you want.”

“But I want to make you feel good too. I haven’t done anything crazy, but”—she sat up, resting her head against his shoulder—“I’m open to trying things. I liked this, and it was kind of kinky, right?”

Her voice was so small and worried. Landon felt he was ruining this; he didn’t know how to express how seriously he meant what he was saying.

“Yeah, Keeks.” He kissed her temple. “It was. And it was hot as hell. But don’t worry about all that, we’ll work you up to it if you’re comfortable. I want to go slow with you.”

“Okay.” She snuggled against his chest. “More Pedialyte please.”

He smiled, picking up the cup with a straw for her. He wondered if that ache in his chest and the stone in his throat were what love felt like.