Landon's Obsession: An Endless Series: Book 3 (Series 3) (16 page)

     She didn’t get out right away and I took that as a good
sign, because she hadn’t given me any indication that she wanted another date.
Leaning back into the door panel she gazed at me as though she were trying to
make up her mind, twisting her purse strap as she did.

     “I like you, Landon…a lot. It started that day you came
into the kitchen and tried to teach me to use the dishwasher, and then revealed
those things about yourself. I felt so uncomfortable deceiving you, but I
really thought it was best at the time. I would like to continue seeing you, get
to know you more, but that fact that both our mother’s are so against it makes
this difficult. If your mother found out she might take it out on my mama. If
my mama finds out she could possibly ground me in her desperation to keep me
safe.”

     “Jeez, am I really that bad in you mother’s eyes.” I
complained.

     I saw the hint of a smile. “She
has
worked for
you for six years; she must have seen and heard something of your reputation.”

     That was a real possibility. I had a few smaller
parties at my house were I’d hooked-up with girls while Rita had been there,
and the guys and I weren’t mum about our conquests when we talked bullshit at
the house.

     “When I overheard your conversation in the kitchen your
mother said something about a guy…Tony. It sounds like he had quite an impact
in both your lives?” Ever since hearing that name I’d been dying to ask about
him.

     Maya sucked in a breath. “Yes, he did, but I don’t want
to go into him right now. We need to first figure out our mother’s. I don’t
feel all that comfortable sneaking behind my mother’s back.”

     I understood her concerns and why she wanted to
prioritize, but I really wanted to find out who this guy was. “Why can’t we
just see where this thing between is going first before telling your mother. I,
for one, don’t feel any need at all in informing my mother on who I date. I’m
eighteen and on my way out of the house in a couple months.”

     She sat in thoughtful silence once more before
answering. “Okay.”

     I smiled in relief and triumph. “Okay.” I repeated.

     She gave me a shy smile and fumbled for her door handle
to get out. I hopped out for a chance to get a goodbye kiss at least. Unlocking
her door she tossed her purse inside on the passenger seat, and then turned to
face me with a look of anticipation and nervousness.

     “Are you busy tomorrow afternoon?” She asked,
surprising me.

     “Uh…no, I am not.”

     She grinned impishly. “How about I take you on a date
this time? We can compare whose date is better.”

     I rolled my eyes. “We could go for a boat ride and get
stranded and that would be better than tonight.”

     She giggled. “I told you, it wasn’t that bad.”

     I set my hand on her open door frame and the hood of
the car caging her, and watched as her chest expanded in excitement at my
nearness. My excitement was pretty much at its peak.

     “I have to say I liked how well you got along with my
friends tonight,” minus my extreme jealously, “and how you handled yourself
with those bitchy girls, and even how you took out Hicks. It just showed me
further that you are more than just a gorgeous face…a really gorgeous face.” I
murmured leaning closer.

     She raised her face inviting me in, and needing no
further encouragement I swooped in and finally captured those amazingly lush
lips of hers. They were even better than I’d imagined; soft, full, and they
tasted incredible. I suckled at them, licked and pulled on them, and just the
feel of them had me near to exploding. I wanted to grab the back of her head
and devour her whole while pumping my cock furiously inside of her. The need
was so consuming that I had to clench the door frame and hood so I didn’t act
on it. I knew if I got too aggressive she’d balk.

     The kiss was one of the chastest I’d had in years, but
then I also hadn’t done too much kissing on the mouth recently. I’d kiss about
any part of a girl except her mouth and pussy. Kissing on the mouth was too
personal, and kissing some unknown pussy that who knows what had been inside it
did not appeal to me.  

     I parted Maya’s mouth, dipping my tongue inside and was
only able to get a couple seconds of that action before she pulled away
breathing hard. She set her hands on my chest in an attempt to put space
between us, possibly to calm the moment, but the feel of her hands on my chest
only amplified my desire.

     It was going to test my last bit of control to take
things slow with her.

     “This is going to be harder than I thought.” Maya said
breathlessly.

     I grinned, but then scowled as she pushed me away to
get in her car. I didn’t want our evening to end.

     “Landon, what’s your number?” Maya rummaged through her
purse pulling out her phone. I gave her my number and a second later my phone
vibrated in my pocket. Through her open window she gave me another shy smile.
“Tomorrow…here…ten o’clock, how does that sound?”

     “Sounds great.” I responded gruffly.

     She drove away leaving me with the worst hard-on in the
history of hard-on’s and realizing that it wasn’t going to be my last. It
appeared that I was going to using my hand for the unforeseeable future.

     The thought wasn’t as disheartening as I thought it
would be. 

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     “So, where are we going?” I pushed Maya’s passenger
seat all the way back and stretched out my legs. She’d insisted on driving
since this was her date.

     “It’s a surprise.” She stated pulling out of the
parking lot and heading west.

     “Mine wasn’t a surprise.” I countered while admiring
her profile. Her hair was down except for the very front which was pulled back
with a clip, she had on black eyeliner and mascara, and a faint red lip color. She
was wearing a pink t-shirt and tan shorts, but they weren’t those short-shorts
like most of the girls wore that just barely cupped their ass. These shorts had
at least three inches on those.

     Maya didn’t need to overboard with her make-up or
outfits. No matter what she wore she always looked beautiful.

     I was in a simple outfit myself; a white t-shirt with
my favorite lacrosse insignia and tan cargo shorts. They were an expensive
brand of clothes, but still simple.   

     “Well mine is, so there.” She smiled and puckered her
lips.

     I was getting a taste of those again today, and not
just at the end of this date, but many times throughout.

     “Can you tell me how far it is?” I asked

      “About twenty-five minutes.”

     “Have you been where we’re going before?”

     “Yes.”

     “Is this one of your favorite places to go?”

     She frowned. “Are you asking if I go there a lot?”

     “Yes.”

     “No, I’ve only been once, but I did love it.”

     “Is…”

      “Are we doing a twenty questions thing until you
figure it out?” She laughed interrupting me. 

     “Yes, because I have problem with waiting.” I retorted
grumpily. “Is this place we’re going bigger than bread box?”

     She laughed again, and I grinned. She had one of the
best laughs I’d ever heard; husky but musical, making me want to hear it all
the time.

     I was turning into a sap.

     “It’s about one hundred-thousand-million bread boxes.”

     “That’s a lot of bread boxes.” I mused in amazement.

     “It’s a big building.”

     “Oh…so we are going to someplace that has a building.”
I exclaimed like I learned something substantial.

     Maya seemed be having a difficult time stopping her
giggles. She looked at me wide eyed. “It has doors and windows, too.” She
announced with mock awe.

     I gave her astonished eyes back. “No way, that is so
cool. You don’t come across those everyday.”

     “I know!” She returned with a grin.

     “You are such a dingle-dork.” I teased.

     Her mouth gaped in amused affront. “I can’t believe you
just called me that.”

     “Hey, you threw it my way first.”

     “Well, now you can’t use again until I do.” She
proclaimed.

     For the rest of the ride we bantered back and forth
with easy familiarity; some of it was silly, some of it was intellectual, but
it was never dull. In what felt like only minutes, rather than twenty-five,
Maya pulled into a parking lot of
Wonder Works
.

     She looked at me anxiously. “Have you ever been here
before?”

     “No. But I remember hearing about it opening. Isn’t it
mostly for children?”

     “It’s a place that has a multitude of weird things, and
wasn’t it you that said everyone needs a little weird in their life?” She
smirked.

     “I may remember uttering something stupid like that.” I
grinned.

     “Come on, I haven’t been here in a few years, but it
was a blast last time. And they’ve put in new stuff since then.”

     Maya’s enthusiasm was starting to trigger mine. It had
seemed kind of juvenile at first, but that was probably because the last time I
did something like this was years ago. Since the age of fifteen most of my fun
time had consisted of partying, drinking, and sex, or expensive excursions
like; white water rafting, yacht outings, and traveling.

     Maya tried paying the fee to get inside the building
but I put my foot down. Last night I’d barely spent any money, she wasn’t going
to spend more than I did.

     The first Wonder Works apparatus we passed through was
a spinning tunnel with flashing lights that was supposed to cause
disorientation. Maya walked in front of me through it and immediately began to
stumble. I went to steady her but found that I couldn’t because I could barely
keep myself upright. I grabbed the railing on each side of me and even with
help it was difficult to stay on my feet. Maya was having the same problem in
front of me.

     I barely made it out without falling on my ass.

     Maya turned to face me, still looking woozy on her
feet, laughing. “That nearly made me sick to my stomach.”

     I groaned through my own laughter. “I’m right there
with you. That was freaking incredible.” There were kids around so I made sure
to watch my language.

     There was a television screen just outside the exit
that had a delay on it so Maya and I could see what we looked like going
through the tunnel…and let’s just say, it wasn’t pretty.

     “I think I did better than you, probably because I’m
closer to the ground.” Maya smirked.

     “I’m not going to argue. I definitely look like a
lumbering tree.” I agreed.

    Maya grabbed my hand and dragged me from one room, to
another, to another. Everything seemed to have some kind scientific application
that was interesting to both children and adults. And the place was huge, so it
took us almost two hours to go through the whole building because we had to
investigate everything. Not surprisingly, both Maya and I liked the illusionary
art section the best.    

     However, the highlights of my day were being able to
touch Maya whenever I wanted and the several kisses I snuck in. They ended up
being quick and chaste, but I considered each one a stepping stone toward the
day I would have complete ownership of her mouth. Seeing her get all flustered
was an added bonus as well. 

     Unfortunately, by the time we went through the entire
building I was hurting from yet another boner that wouldn’t quit, but I did
declare Maya the winner of this date round because
Wonder
Works
was a pretty awesome place.

     I took Maya to lunch after, and paid, which had her
complaining again, but
again
I ignored it. While eating we discussed
what we’d observed and once more I was amazed at how easily we conversed. For
only being seventeen, and attending public school, Maya was exceptionally
intelligent. I wasn’t putting down public schools, and I know I was only one
year older, but private schools, like the one I attended, were known for having
higher standards in regards to their academics.

     Maya had told me she was on her way to receiving a
scholarship though, so she must have been attending some of their advanced
classes.

     Hell, just because someone attended private school
didn’t mean they were all that intelligent. I’m sure the percentage of
dumbasses was pretty equal if you compared the two.   

     Maya had to work at three so we drove back directly
after lunch. During the drive we made plans for tomorrow since she had to work
until close tonight which was eleven. By the time she cleaned her stations she
had just enough time to get home before curfew. 

     That I wouldn’t see her tonight was more disappointing
than I expected. Surprisingly, I wasn’t sick of her company and I didn’t want
the day to end.

     Maya pulled into her work and parked near my car.
Getting out I moved around to her side as she grabbed a bag out of the back
that contained her work cloths. Looming over her with an intent expression I
caged her against the car again. “So tomorrow we’ll meet here at two, and it’s
my turn to come with an activity.”

     Cheeks flushing at my proximity, Maya nodded.

     There was no way I wasn’t touching her this time.
Tangling my fingers in her soft, dark hair I pulled her into me and leaned
down. I started the kiss out gentle and slow initially, recognizing that she needed
to learn my touch. Why I was mindful of this when it had never entered my
consciousness before I couldn’t say…I just followed my instincts.

     Maya’s lips parted easily for me this time and my
tongue swept in greedily so I could taste the sweetness I already knew awaited
me. She tasted of lemon and mint and it only added to the perfection of her
mouth. Her tongue played with mine hesitantly at first but it didn’t take long
before it became more insistent.