Landon's Desire (Book Three of The Pulse Series 3) (17 page)

“Hard day at the office,” Landon said, looking from side to side and whispered, “Babes?”

“You have no idea,” he laughed. “Give me my nights back, I can’t handle this day time shit.”

“Were you bored without me around to pester you?”

“No, there was plenty to do, people coming and going,” Carl said, brushing his fingers along Landon’s arm.

“You missed me, you know it.” Landon teased, loving Carl’s touch.

“Oh, by the way, there was a guy came in asking for you.”

“Oh yeah, did he leave a message?”

“Nope, said he’d be back. Not bad looking either, getting a little on the side when I’m not looking?” Carl joked, noting the narrowing of Landon’s brow.

Landon grabbed Carl’s wrist. “Not funny, I don’t fuck around.”

“Take it easy, Ace,” Carl said, placing his hand over Landon’s.

“Sorry,” Landon apologized.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and see if he comes back,” Landon said. “Until then I have a surprise for you.”

A skeptical look graced Carl’s face. “It better not involve that flying machine of yours.”

Landon laughed and reached into his jacket pocket. “Our second date is going to be a blast and no we are not flying, I’m driving us to Salisbury.”

“What’s in Salisbury?” Carl asked, looking to see what Landon was holding.”

“This,” Landon handed him two tickets and grinned from ear to ear.

“Theory of a Deadman? Holy fuck, seriously?”

“If we leave here early enough on Saturday, we can check into the hotel, do some sight-seeing and shit, then have dinner before the concert.”

“We’re staying overnight?” Carl asked, inspecting the details on the tickets. “These seats are practically front row and center.”

A sudden tightening in his chest at the idea of spending the night with Landon in a hotel room quickly left him when he looked up to see Landon’s beautiful smiling face. The man was beyond sexy and seemed ecstatic that Carl liked his surprise. Carl vowed to stop being such a tight ass and let Landon into his heart, slowly, he didn’t want to rush and mess it up.

“Only the best,” Landon said.

Carl leaned over the bar fisting Landon’s shirt and yanked him forward, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, surprising Landon who looked around for an audience.

“Careful Babes, someone might see.”

“I don’t care,” Carl unexpectedly confessed. “It’s too tiring worrying about what everyone else thinks. I’m only worried about what we think. Me and you.”

“Me and you,” Landon reiterated Carl’s words. “I like that. I like that there is you and me.”

A throat cleared and Landon spun around coming face to face with the one person he wished had fallen from the surface of the planet.

“Briggs.”

Carl’s eyes widened as he realized the man standing in front of them was the same man that inquired as to Landon’s whereabouts earlier, the man with the British accent.

“Ace, can I have a word?” Carl asked, nervously.

“What do you want Briggs?” Landon asked, his words filled with irritation and annoyance.

“Ace?”

The beat of Landon’s heart drummed violently in his chest, near to exploding, from a mixture of trepidation and pure venom. He’d never known a feeling of hate quite like this. Bile rose in his throat, he wanted to run, wanted to lash out, but most of all, he wanted Briggs gone.

“Ace,” Carl put his hand on Landon’s shoulder and whispered in his ear, “he’s the guy that was looking for you.”

“Thanks Carl,” Landon patted Carl’s hand. “I told you I wasn’t interested Briggs, I’m still not.”

“You can’t blame a man for trying,” Briggs said. “I have a proposition for you.”

Landon glanced casually at his watch, attempting to come off as nonchalant and blasé about the entire situation as he could manage without throwing up. Unfortunately he was feeling like a caged animal ready to chew its own leg off to get away. Panic forced him to take a deep breath and calm himself.

“I suggest you speed this up because by my watch you’re running out of time.” Landon said, in a cool tone.

“May we talk privately?” Briggs asked, looking over Landon’s shoulder to Carl.

“Nope,” Landon snarled. Smart ass was taking over, his way of dealing with sticky situations. “Tick tock, Briggs.”

Briggs narrowed his eyes and glared, not at all pleased with the way Landon was responding. This man was used to getting his own way, because money and power spoke volumes in his world. It didn’t seem to work on Landon though and Briggs was not impressed.

“I like you just Landon, I like that you have the brass balls to tell me no,” Briggs chuckled. “Not too many people have stood in your place and told me no.”

“And lived to tell about it?” Landon asked, sarcastically.

Briggs slapped his hand against Landon’s cheek. “Precisely,” he laughed.

“Ding,” Landon said, slapping Briggs’ hand away, “times up, leave!”

“Don’t act too hastily my friend…you haven’t heard what I came to ask.”

Landon situated himself between Briggs and Carl, and nodded towards the door. He wasn’t having this conversation in front of Carl, or anyone else for that matter. He wanted Briggs gone and he wanted him gone now.

“Let me show you to the door,” Landon offered, sweeping his hand for Briggs to walk ahead.

Staying close, not allowing Briggs the chance to change his mind and head back in, he saw two shapes approach them from either side. He looked left, then right and snickered at the sight of Briggs’ body guards.

“These must be your girls,” Landon thumbed at each of Briggs’ ape like goons.

“You’re a funny man, just Landon,” Briggs tittered. “All I ask is that you hear me out.”

“Make it quick, I have better things to do.”

Briggs took one step forward and Landon took one step back, colliding with the heavy chest of one of Briggs’ guards. The scent of stale cigar and spices permeated Landon’s nostrils, the all too familiar scent made him want to heave.

“My daughter’s wedding takes place on the nineteenth in Monaco, I want you with me as my guest and companion.”

“No,” Landon said bluntly, no need to mince words, there was no way in hell he was going anywhere with Briggs.

“I’ll pay you handsomely, more than you can imagine,” Briggs offered.

“No, I don’t need your money.”

Landon could probably buy and sell this asshole and still have change left over, he hadn’t a clue.

“I’ll pay you what you make in a year in this dump.”

“I’m sorry,” Landon said, with a furrowed brow. “Is there a particular part of
no
you don’t get?”

Briggs placed his hands on Landon’s shoulders. “Come on Landon, I can make it so you never have to work again.”

“I can make it so you never fucking walk again,” Landon snarled and batted Briggs hands away. “Why not stop wasting your time and mine and find someone else, I’m sure there’s some other guy out there that wouldn’t mind being threatened into performing sexual favors for you, I am not that guy.”

“Oh my God,” Briggs feigned shock. “You actually took me serious?”

“Very, I don’t fucking like being threatened.”

“I thought it would turn you on,” Briggs shrugged. “You know, a little dominant play to help you get off, it was all in fun.”

“Fun,” Landon stepped back, disgusted at Briggs idea of fun. “Are you fucked? What’s funny about threatening to harm my boss and friend Mikala? I took you very serious when you told me you’d see to it that she spent time behind bars, you’re one sick fucking son-of-a-bitch. Get the fuck out!” Landon hollered, shoving Briggs’ back against the door.

Briggs’ men were on Landon, in a matter of seconds. They had him pinioned between them, one holding him by the throat, the other pinning his arms behind him. He had no chance of escaping without busting up the place.

“Get your goons off me Briggs!” Landon yelled.

Carl, Rex and a crowd of others came from the bar to see what the commotion was all about. Briggs gave a chin nod to his guards who quickly released Landon, smoothing wrinkles from his jacket and stepping back. Carl chested his way forward, shoving passed the goons and stood at Landon’s side.

Briggs’ eyes travelled back and forth between them, a bitter death stare locked onto Landon as he spoke. “Your little friend here should keep his nose out of our business,”

“Fuck you Briggs,
we
have no business here and you and your goons need to leave before I call the cops,” Landon said calmly, stepping slightly in front of Carl, acting as a shield.

Briggs’ brows rose and he full belly laughed, the only one doing so, and snapped his fingers. His goons broke into action like well-trained monkeys, one opening the door, the other taking a stance between Briggs and the crowd. He turned his back to leave and then looked over his shoulder.

“We’re not done,” he said and walked out.

“We’re done!” Landon roared. “So fucking done!”

Landon was shaking, his fists balled at his sides as Rex maneuvered everyone back into the bar, leaving Carl and Landon alone.

“Ace?”

Landon didn’t respond, his eyes were focused solely on the glass door.

“Baby, let’s go upstairs,” Carl whispered, slipping his hand around Landon’s.

“What did you say?” Landon asked, in an impassive tone.

“Let’s go upstairs?” Carl said, nervously. Unsure if Landon would tear him apart, he was so full of anger.

“No,” Landon stepped into him. “The first part.”

Carl smirked, slipped his arms around Landon’s waist and whispered, “Baby.”

Landon wrapped his arms around Carl with a cheesy grin on his face and they stood hugging. Hugging had never really appealed to Landon until this very moment, it didn’t seem like much when looking at it from the point of a spectator, but it was everything when cradled in the arms of someone you cared for deeply.

Deeply, yeah that was the way he felt, it wasn’t love, not yet anyway, but it was more than he thought he’d ever feel for another person. He was addicted, but how could he be addicted to Carl already? He stopped himself before he over analyzed something as silly as a hug.

“Say it again?” Landon asked, holding Carl’s face in his hands.

“Baby,” Carl whispered, so low Landon had to watch his lips to hear the sound.

“Again,” he demanded.

Carl put his lips against Landon’s and whispered, “Baby.”

“Do you realize what you’ve started?” Landon asked.

“What have I started?” Carl asked, mystified momentarily by the smoldering look in Landon’s eyes.

“This,” Landon took Carl’s hand and place his palm against his heart. “It’s been sitting idle for so many years I didn’t think it would ever beat again, you just changed all that.”

“Just because I called you Baby?”

“Because you gave me a little part of you today.”

Carl traced the seam of his lips with his tongue. “Let’s go upstairs…that is…if you want to?”

Landon swallowed back a huge lump in his throat. Carl’s eyes followed the rise and fall of his Adam’s apple. Dark and brooding eyes looked into his as Landon’s hand slid into his and they turned to the stairs without a word.

The door to Landon’s room had barely closed when Carl shoved Landon against it, their mouths colliding in a frenzied mix of tongues, lips and teeth. Each desperate for air, but neither wanting to pull apart, they moaned and groaned their pleasure into each other’s mouths. Carl entwined his fingers with Landon’s and raised his arms over his head, rubbing his arousal against Landon’s thigh.

Peppering kisses across his cheek to his ear Carl whispered in a breath. “I want to taste you.”

Landon turned his face so Carl’s cheek rested against his, “Only if you’re sure.”

“Positive.”

Carl let go of Landon’s hands and trailed his over Landon’s chest as he lowered himself to his knees and opened Landon’s belt with Landon’s help. He unzipped him and worked his jeans to his knees. Staring at Landon’s black briefs for a moment he slipped his fingers into the waistband, lowering them too. Landon’s cock pointed up to his belly, large, thick and heavily veined, the head purple with greed and want. He was ready and twitched, as a bead of glistening pre-cum seeped from the tip.

Carl spit into his hand and wrapped it around Landon’s length and listened to him moan, he was hard as steel but his skin was satin soft as Carl stroked up to the head and thumbed the bead of pre-cum in circles.

“Jesusfuckingchrist,” Landon groaned, throwing his head back so hard it thudded hard against the door.

Licking his lips, making them good and wet, Carl licked his tongue along Landon’s heavy vein and locked eyes with Landon as he swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. He smiled at the glazed expression on Landon’s face covering his mouth over the head and humming as he slid up and down his length.

Carl clamped his one hand around the back of Landon’s thigh and held his other in the air and winked. He was working Landon hard as Landon wove his fingers with Carl’s offered hand and his heart skipped a beat. Landon took his free hand and held it against the side of Carl’s face.

Landon’s hips rocked to match the rhythm Carl had set as he moaned and groaned, enjoying the way Carl’s tongue flicked the frenulum, so highly sensitive, Landon flinched each time he touched it.

“Oh fuck,” Landon gasped, with an anguished look on his face.

As Carl’s warm hand smoothed over his thigh up his hip and over to cradle Landon balls, Landon started to shiver.

“I’m going to cum, so if you’re not ready to enjoy
all
of me, stop now,” Landon warned.

He stopped for a moment, long enough to see the look of disappointment in Landon’s eyes and then sucked him deep into his throat, putting his gag reflex to the test. His eyes watered and he pulled back setting a new rhythm, a new purpose of getting Landon off. Come for me his eyes begged.

Carl tried to pull his hand free from Landon’s but Landon held tighter. “Don’t let go,” he panted.

“Don’t ever let go,” Landon begged and shot his seed down the back of Carl’s throat. He looked at Carl’s mouth when he pulled free and caught a drop of cum from the corner of his mouth, with his thumb and held it to Carl’s lips. He opened and sucked Landon’s thumb into his mouth.