Landon's Desire (Book Three of The Pulse Series 3) (33 page)

Landon had his pants open and his cock out, slathered in lube before Carl had a chance to protest, like he was going too, not. He shoved Carl over the control panel and held him in place as he slid his jeans to his knees and fingered his hole eagerly.

“You’re going to ride me until you can’t see straight and after I come, I’m going to fuck you good and hard.”

Sitting on the swivel chair he ordered Carl to straddle him, then glided him onto his shaft and growled as Carl swallowed him into his depth. Carl’s head dropped back against Landon’s shoulder and he curved his back, turning to face Landon and licked across his lips.

“Feet on my knees.”

Landon grinned as Carl kicked off his shoes. Landon’s eyes narrowed as he clamped his hands on Carl’s thighs and assisted him into position. He pumped into him with all the fury he could muster, Carl panted and sat forward grasping the armrests for support.

Landon’s mouth formed the perfect O as he moved Carl smoothly along his shaft and tightened his grip, leaving finger impressions in the flesh of his hips. Like many times before, there were going to be bruises and Landon would gloat after leaving his man marked. His lips touched the soft flesh on the back of Carl’s arm and he nipped gently, listening to Carl moan with pleasure as he picked up the pace and watched a drop of sweat slither along Carl’s spine to the crack of his ass.

Carl’s face contorted into the look of agonized glory, both pain and pleasure mingled into one triumphant mess as Carl spurted cum across the room.

“Fuck!” Carl roared.

“That was fucking beautiful,” Landon laughed and then grunted as he shot his load into Carl.

However it wasn’t over just yet, Landon had other plans. He lifted Carl from his lap and spun him around, holding his face in his hands he kissed him with unbridled passion forcing his tongue between Carl’s lips and consuming him.

Though his cock had started to deflate, he was getting hard again, lengthening and thickening as he tasted all that was his man. He was insatiable and demanding, ducking down and scooping Carl from the floor, his arms wrapped around his thighs and grunted as he slammed him against the wall.

“Round two,” Landon grunted.

And although he couldn’t get as deep inside Carl as he normally liked, he pushed into him and stepped back holding Carl in the air as he pumped him up and down his cock and Carl latched onto Landon’s neck crying out.

“I could do this all night, you feel so good on me,” Landon grimaced. “But my arms won’t hold out.”

He pulled from Carl and placed him on his feet, turned him towards the wall of screens, then lifted his one leg onto the control panel table top and entered him with a swift thrust. With each thrust Landon rumbled a mouthful of profanities and lifted Carl off his foot. Carl took hold of the counters edge and held tight, groaning his pleasure, enjoying the rough play. His cock grew hard as Landon drilled into him and reached around taking hold of Carl’s cock, whacking him off as he raced to a finish.

“Oh fuck, baby…again!” Carl yelled as he emptied onto the floor with a loud amplified cry.

“I so fucking own you,” Landon whispered into his ear. “Every fucking inch of you, I own.”

“Yes you do,” Carl admitted.

The grasp Landon set on Carl’s hips as he buried himself deep and shot his wad into him blending old with new, was stinging with pain. No doubt bruising his skin, leaving his mark and claiming Carl as his. Landon was a delicious caveman when the mood took him. Carl smiled and bit into his lip.

TWENTY-THREE

The countdown was on as Landon took a mouthful of coffee and placed his cup on the end of the bar, he didn’t have much time, his first meeting was scheduled for ten. He adjusted his tie and held up a silver tray checking himself out.

“Looking good Landon,” Tristan said, as he came from the kitchen.

“What are you doing here?”

“Carl asked me to come in early and receive the first delivery. I was getting myself a coffee. You want one?”

“I have to go,” Landon told him. “Why are you here, Tristan?”

“I told you.”

“No, I want you to tell me why you’re here in Boston,” Landon’s brows knit together as he stepped closer. “Did you come looking for me? Because you sure as hell didn’t go to school.”

Studying his face, he could see him thinking up a lie that Landon would fall for, it was taking him too long for the next words to cross his lips and Landon was growing frustrated with the challenge.

“Let’s try the truth and then you won’t have to work so hard at convincing me.”

“Fine,” Tristan snapped. “I came here looking for you. I missed you and thought maybe we could start again where we left off.”

“We left off at goodbye, Tristan. We’re not trying anything again,” Landon boldly told him and turned to walk away.

Tristan darted into his path, setting his palms on Landon’s chest. “Not even one last fling before your so called wedding?”

“Don’t go there.”

Tristan stood on tip toe and planted his lips to Landon’s, holding tight to his neck while Landon squirmed from his grasp.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” Landon shoved him away. “Don’t fuck with my life Tristan, it will do you no good you’ll come out of it a bloody mess.”

“Are you threatening me?” he asked, looking confused.

“I never threaten,” Landon held up a hand when Tristen stepped forward. “But I sure as fuck promise if you mess with me and Carl, I’ll take great pleasure in making you pay. Now just do your job, or I will see to it that you’re fired.”

Tristan stormed off in a huff, Landon watched as he flew through the kitchen doorway and a shadow off to the left caught Landon’s eye, whoever it was cleared out too fast for Landon to see. He shrugged it off and left for the office, he was going to be late thanks to Tristan and his childish behavior.

***

Three days until the wedding and with everything that needed to be taken care of at Liberator before Landon took off for his honeymoon, he wasn’t spending a lot of time with Carl.

By the time he got home each night too tired to be bothered with much more than sleeping, he would fell into bed exhausted. And by the time Carl closed up each night and had gotten himself into bed, they saw each other long enough to say goodnight, then good morning before parting.

Landon was feeling lonely.

He took five minutes from his meeting and sent Carl a text.

I miss you, tell me you’re missing me too. L.

I’m feeling lonely as fuck around here without you, Rex is being a nightmare and Tristan’s a pain in the ass. C.

Clarify pain in the ass. L.

Ha Ha Ha! C.

I need you, want to go on a date? L.

Yes. You, me and a set of powder blue satin sheets? C.

I like that idea, but I was thinking Chinese takeout and somewhere no one will find us for a few hours. L.

Okay. C.

Meet me out back at 6:30. L.

6:30. C.

Dress warm and don’t wear underwear. L.

***

Carl sat with a thud, taking a deep breath and blinking several times at the screen. At the onset of shock his eyes filled with tears and then the longer he stared at the phone, the angrier he became.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, with only three days until the wedding, a shot of Tristan with his arms wrapped lovingly around Landon’s neck with their lips locked together appears on his phone. Clearly not a picture from Landon’s past, the
Congratulations L&C
banner in the background gave the date away.

He didn’t recognize the number that sent it and didn’t much care, he was more concerned by the fact that Landon had his lips on another man’s.

A message alert warned of a new text, he looked up at the clock on the wall and scowled. He wasn’t entirely sure how to handle the situation and it being six thirty-five, he knew the text was from Landon, he didn’t need to look.

The second alert followed a minute later, Mr. Demanding didn’t like to wait and Carl was well aware of that fact.

Ready, Babes? L.

Carl read the words and his chest tightened.

Foods getting cold. L.

A large lump formed in Carl’s throat as he typed his short but unsweet message.

Go straight to hell! C.

A reply came on the tail end of him sending the bitter message, surprising Carl, even though he shouldn’t have been.

WTF? L.

Carl waited the moment it took Landon to realize no reply was coming.

Carl, are you playing with me? L.

Carlton Ward, I’m being very patient here. L.

Fine I’m coming up. L.

Carl locked the door, slid the chain into place and jammed a chair under the door handle. He heard the sound of Landon running up the stairs and his key slide into the lock. The handle rattled, but the door didn’t open and Landon cursed as he slammed his shoulder against the door.

“Carl, what the fuck is going on?” Landon yelled through the heavy door. “Can you give me something here? I don’t understand what I’ve done.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, Carl decided he deserved to know why he was locking him out of his life.

“We’re finished!” Carl yelled.

Landon’s eyes bugged out and his fist slammed against the door. “Finished? Open this fucking door now, or I break the fucker down.”

Carl forwarded him the photo of Landon and Tristen kissing and waited.

To Landon’s horror a shot of this mornings uninvited escapade with Tristen appeared on the screen. He slapped his palm to his forehead and leaned against the door.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“It never is,” Carl sneered.

“Let me explain.”

“No, you go be with him and leave me alone,” Carl said. “The wedding is off, we’re finished.”

“Carl you can’t do this, I love you, we’re getting married on Saturday,” Landon’s voice was desperate as he leaned his forehead on the door. “I didn’t kiss him, he kissed me.”

“Like I give a shit who started it, you looked pretty cozy.”

“Babe’s please let me in?”

“Goodbye Landon Kyle, have a nice life.”

“I’ll fucking kill him,” Landon said, smashing his fist into the door and storming down the stairs.

Carl listened at the door, it was silent on the small landing, Landon had left and a tear ran down Carl’s cheek.

Music was blaring and a crowd was already starting to fill the seats, a few people were dancing as Landon flew into the room. He barged past two men at the bar as he stomped over to Rex.

“Where’s Tristan?”

“Nice to see you too,” Rex joked, then realized by the stern look on Landon’s face he wasn’t in the mood. “He’s not in tonight. Carl gave him the night off since he came in early.”

“You know where the little fucker’s staying?” Landon snarled.

“Not a clue,” Rex said. “What’s wrong?”

“Let’s just say, he pushed the wrong fucking button.”

“Am I talking to a ticking time bomb?” Rex laughed.

“Try me and let’s see,” Landon raised a brow.

“Whoa!” Rex raised his arms in surrender. “Kidding.”

“Give me a whiskey shot and a beer.”

“Drinking doesn’t solve anything my friend,”

“I don’t remember asking for your fucking advice,” Landon glared. “A shot and a beer, whatever’s on tap will do,”

“Hey, who am I to stand in the way of a potential drunk and his alcohol. But first, you hand over your keys.”

Landon slammed his keys on the counter.

Once Rex poured his shot and handed him both glasses, Landon threw back the shot thumping the shot glass on the counter and picked up his beer.

“If anyone comes looking for me, tell them to fuck off,” Landon said. “Unless it’s Tristan, you can call me upstairs if that bastard shows up.”

“Yes sure,” Rex said, and took his cell from his pocket as he watched Landon heading up to the club.

***

“You’re three sheets to the wind,” Tiny announced. “Sleep it off in here; I’ll let Carl know you’re okay.”

“No need little man, the grooms not talking to me anymore, he’s pissed at me for something I didn’t even do,” Landon laughed.

Tiny dropped him onto the bed and pulled off his shoes. Landon tried to sit up and Tiny pressed his hand to his forehead, shoving him back. Landon’s feet flew in the air and he giggled as he tried to sit up again, only to experience a repeat performance.

“Give it up Lando, we’ll be here all night at this rate. Sleep it off.”

“Tiny, I love you, but don’t make me kick your ass.”

Tiny’s laugh took up all the space in the small room as Landon gave him an indignant frown.

“When you think your man enough, bring it on.”

One leg fell off of the edge of the bed and Landon let out a heavy weighted sigh as he gave in and sunk into the mattress like a heavy sack of concrete. Tiny crossed his arms over his chest and stood staring.

“Tell me what thing this is that you didn’t do?” Tiny asked, sitting on the bed causing Landon to roll his way, into the center of the mattress.

“Kissed Tristan.”

“You kissed Tristan? Are you nuts? No wonder he’s pissed I would be too, kissing another guy ain’t cool.”

“I didn’t kiss him…he kissed me.”

“Carl saw? Was he in the same room or something?”

“Someone sent him a picture.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know and Carl’s not saying, here look.”

Struggling to get the phone from his pocket, he pressed buttons getting nowhere and slapped it into Tiny’s palm.

“You find it.”

It didn’t take Tiny long to find the dreaded snapshot, he pursed his lips together and eyed Landon. He slapped his hand on Landon’s shoulder and nodded.