Insanity, p.22
Insanity, page 22
“Landon,” I choke out, my hands flying to his wrists, holding on like he’s my only anchor to the world. “What are you doing here? Is everyone okay? Is Ryker okay? Did anyone see you? Oh god, if you were seen—”
“Shh,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking my cheek. He’s thinner, the lines around his eyes deeper, but his gaze is as intense as ever. “Everyone is okay. Ryker’s perfectly fine—even if he is a surly psycho. No one saw me. I was careful. I had to see you. I couldn’t… I couldn’t stay away another day, knowing you were in here.” He leans his forehead against mine, and I close my eyes, breathing him in. He smells of leather, cold night air, and the faint, clean scent of him that’s been haunting my dreams.
“Okay,” I whisper, a fragile sense of safety wrapping around me, even in this dangerous place. “Okay.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his expression darkening. “I know why she’s keeping you, Ellie. I know why Aria is so desperate to have you.” His voice drops lower, laced with a grim satisfaction. “Fischer isn’t her biological son. We found a birth certificate. Fischer is the son of your mom and a one-night stand. He has no blood ties to Aria. And—get this—Aria is Jane’s sister. Your little friends showed up at the hotel, and…fuck. It’s a lot, I know. I need to explain it all, but I can’t… It’s so fucking good to see you.”
His words hit me like a slap.
Fischer isn’t related to Aria by blood? He isn’t related to me by blood? Jane is Aria’s sister? Does that mean she’s, like, my aunt? Oh god.
But… I don’t want to hear that. Any of that. I don’t want to think about Fischer, about Jane, about Aria and her twisted games and suffocating obsession. All I want is this. Him. This one, stolen moment. It may be selfish of me, but all I can focus on is Landon. He’s here. God, he’s here, and I missed him terribly, and it finally feels like I can breathe.
It’s always like this when one of them is near me. They become the center of my universe. It’s not as if I forget the others—how could I?—but at this moment, they don’t matter. No one does but the man I’m with.
I push all thoughts away. I’ll focus on them—and the revelations that my brain still can’t entirely process—later. But for now…
“No,” I say, shaking my head, my voice trembling. “Landon, don’t. Please, don’t talk about them. Not here. Not now.”
He looks at me, his brow furrowed in confusion. “But, Ellie, this is important. It means we know why—”
“I don’t care about that,” I interrupt, my voice stronger than I expect as I grab the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him to understand. “I don’t care about Fischer or Aria or any of our sick family drama. I’ve had weeks of nothing but that in my head. I’ve spent every single moment in this room thinking about them, wondering what Aria wants from me.” My gaze locks with his, pleading. “You’re here now. For just a few minutes, you’re here. Please. Let’s not waste it on them. Let it be about us. Just for a minute.”
The hard, determined lines of his face soften. The urgency in his eyes melts away, replaced by a deep, aching tenderness. He sees it. He understands. He lets out a slow breath, his body relaxing.
“Okay,” he whispers, his hands moving from my face to thread through my hair. “Okay. You’re right. No them. Just us.”
He leans in and kisses me. It’s not a kiss of frantic passion or desperate need. It’s slow, deep, and impossibly gentle. It’s a kiss that says I’m here. It’s a kiss that says I miss you. It’s a kiss that promises I will get you out of here. My whole body sighs into it, the days of fear and loneliness dissolving under the warmth of his lips.
He breaks the kiss, resting his cheek against my temple. “I miss you so fucking much,” he murmurs into my hair. “Every second.”
“I miss you too,” I whisper, my eyes closed, memorizing the feel of his body against mine, the sound of his voice. I wrap my arms around him, holding on as tight as I can, trying to absorb his strength, his warmth, his love. In this cold, suffocating room, with danger lurking outside the door, Landon is my entire world. And for these few precious, stolen moments, that’s all that matters.
My body hums with an electric current.
“Fuck, El,” he growls, his voice a low rumble against my ear. His lips find the sensitive skin just below it, and I shudder, my hands flying up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. It’s longer than I remember. “I’ve been thinking about this. About you. About this perfect little body.”
His words are a brand, hot and possessive. One of his hands slides from my waist down to cup my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. He uses the grip to grind me against him, letting me feel how hard he already is, the thick ridge of his cock pressing into my belly through our jeans.
“Did you miss this cock, baby?” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “Did you lie in your bed at night and touch your pretty pussy, wishing it was me stretching you open?”
A whimper escapes my throat. I can only nod, my fingers clenching in his hair as he walks me backward, his body a solid, unmovable force in front of mine. My back hits the wall with a soft thud, and he cages me in, one hand braced beside my head.
“Answer me, kitten,” he demands, his eyes, dark and intense, locking onto mine. “Tell me you missed my cock.”
“Yes,” I breathe, the word barely audible. “God, Landon, yes.”
A wicked, triumphant grin spreads across his face. “Good girl.” He leans in, but instead of kissing me, he runs his nose along my jawline, down the column of my throat. His other hand comes up to palm my breast, his thumb finding my nipple and rubbing it through the thin fabric of my shirt. It pebbles instantly, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to my core.
“These tits,” he groans, ducking his head to mouth at my breast, his tongue hot and wet even through the cotton. “I’ve been dreaming about sucking on these nipples until you’re screaming.” He hooks his fingers into the neckline of my shirt and yanks it down, exposing the lace of my bra. He doesn’t bother with the clasp. He just pulls the cup down, freeing my breast to the cool air of the room before his mouth is on me.
He latches on, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. It’s not gentle; it’s greedy and claiming. He pulls back enough to look at my wet, reddened nipple before blowing a cool stream of air on it. The sensation makes my back arch off the wall.
“Look at that,” he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So fucking responsive.” He gives the other breast the same attention, his hand busy kneading the flesh, his fingers pinching and pulling. “I can’t wait to see all of you. Can’t wait to spread you open and see that tight little cunt I’ve been missing.”
His dirty words are gasoline on a fire. My panties are soaked, my clit throbbing with a need so acute it’s almost painful. I tug at his shirt, needing to feel his skin, but he catches my wrists, pinning them above my head against the wall with one of his large hands.
“Not yet,” he commands. “This is my turn. I’ve got weeks of catching up to do. Months.” He holds me there, trapped, while his free hand trails down my body. He traces the waistband of my jeans, his knuckles brushing against my stomach, making the muscles jump. Then he pops the button and slowly, so fucking slowly, drags the zipper down.
The sound is obscene in the quiet room. He slips his hand inside, his fingers sliding through my curls until he finds my slick folds.
I wonder if my other boyfriends are aware of what I’m getting up to, if they know Landon is here. Probably. Nothing gets past them.
But I love them even more, knowing they’re giving us the space we so desperately need.
“Jesus Christ,” Landon breathes, his eyes closing for a second as his fingers explore. “You’re so fucking wet for me. This pussy’s been waiting, hasn’t it? Dripping and ready.” He finds my clit and circles it once, twice, a light, teasing touch that has my knees buckling. “You want my fingers in this tight little hole? You want me to fuck you with my hand right here against the wall?”
“Please,” I beg, my voice ragged. “Landon, please.”
He chuckles, a dark, delicious sound. “I love it when you beg.” He grants my wish, sinking two fingers deep inside me in one smooth thrust. I cry out, my hips rocking against his hand as he sets a relentless pace. His palm grinds against my clit with every stroke, the dual stimulation pushing me higher and higher.
“That’s it, take it,” he grunts, his forehead resting against mine. “Take my fingers. You’re so fucking tight, squeezing me. God, you’re going to feel amazing on my cock.” He curls his fingers, finding that spot inside me that makes my vision white out. “Right there? Yeah, that’s the spot. I’m going to pound this spot until you can’t remember your own name.”
His words, his hand, the sheer possession in his eyes—it’s too much. The coil in my belly snaps, and I come with a sharp, strangled cry, my body convulsing around his fingers. He doesn’t stop, working me through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I’m a boneless, panting mess against the wall.
He finally pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. “Sweet as I remember,” he says, his voice husky. “But I’m not done with you yet, kitten.” He releases my wrists, only to scoop me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. “Now, I’m going to put you on the bed and fuck you until the only thing you can feel is me.”
He carries me the short distance to the bed, my legs locked around his waist, his hands gripping my ass like he owns it. He drops me onto the mattress, hard, but I don’t care. All I care about is the feral, desperate look in his eyes as he yanks my jeans and soaked panties down my legs in one rough tug, the material clinging stubbornly to my wet skin.
He kicks my feet apart, standing between my thighs, and just looks at me. His chest is heaving, his gaze fixed on the place between my legs, now exposed and glistening for him.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathes, his voice a raw scrape of need. He reaches out, his thumb tracing my slit, spreading my wetness. “This is mine. This cunt is all mine.” He removes his shirt first, and my eyes lock on the scar marring his skin.
I almost lost him.
That knowledge sits like a boulder in my chest, and tears spring to my eyes, unbidden.
I almost fucking lost him, and I can’t comprehend surviving without him in my life.
“Kitten.” Landon’s gravelly voice drags my gaze away from his scar and back to his face. “I’m here. I’m safe. And we’re going to make it out of this shitstorm in one piece, you hear me? All of us.”
He pops the button on his jeans, the sound loud and final, and shoves them down just enough to free his cock.
It springs out, thick, hard, and jutting up from a thatch of dark hair. The head is flushed and swollen, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. My mouth waters. He pushes his jeans down the rest of the way, stepping out of them, and fists himself, stroking from base to tip, his eyes locked on mine.
“Last chance to back out, Ellie,” he says, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “Once I’m inside you, I’m not stopping until I’ve fucked you so hard you can’t walk straight.”
This is stupid, reckless, idiotic. We’re in Aria’s house, for fuck’s sake, but like with Ryker, I can’t say no to him. I never could.
Love makes us all idiots, I suppose.
I shake my head, reaching for him, my hands grasping at his shoulders. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He doesn’t need any more encouragement. He lines himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging my entrance, and then he pushes inside. He doesn’t go slow. He sinks into me in one long, relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out, a sharp, shocked sound of pleasure-pain as my body stretches to accommodate him. It’s been so long, and he’s so big, the feeling of being utterly full, completely possessed by him, is overwhelming.
“Fuck,” he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder, his breath hot against my neck. He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust, but I can feel the tremor in his arms, the sheer effort it’s taking him to hold back. “You feel like heaven. So fucking tight and wet for me. You were made for this cock.”
He pulls back, almost all the way out, then slams back into me. The force of it pushes me up the bed, my head hitting the wall with a soft thud. I don’t care. I wrap my legs tighter around him, urging him on. He sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against mine, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
“Look at me,” he commands, his voice harsh. He grabs my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. His are dark, the gray almost black with lust. “I want to see your face when I fuck you. I want to see you falling apart on my dick.”
He’s fucking me like he’s trying to crawl inside me, like he wants to erase every inch of space between us. His words are a constant, filthy stream in my ear. “You like that, you little slut? You like being fucked hard? Taking my cock like a good girl.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my nails digging into his back. “Harder, Landon, please.”
He growls, a sound of pure, primal satisfaction, and gives me exactly what I want. He grabs my legs, pushing my knees back toward my chest, changing the angle. The new position lets him go deeper, hitting that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes with every thrust. The bed groans beneath us, a rhythmic protest that matches the frantic beat of my heart.
“This is my pussy,” he grunts, punctuating each word with a deep, powerful thrust. “Say it.” His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in tight, hard circles.
“Your pussy,” I sob, the words torn from my throat. “It’s your pussy, Landon.”
“Damn right, it is,” he snarls. “And you’re going to come all over my cock. I want to feel you squeezing me, milking me. Come on, kitten, come for me. Now.”
His command is all it takes. The pressure that’s been building inside me shatters into a million pieces. I scream his name as my orgasm rips through me, a tidal wave of pleasure so intense it whites out my vision. My body convulses, my inner walls clamping down on him like a vise as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me.
“Fuck, yes,” he roars, his rhythm faltering as my pulsing cunt grips him. He drives into me one last time, so deep it hurts, and then he’s coming. I feel the hot, thick spurts of his release filling me, his body shuddering against mine as he groans my name into my neck.
He collapses on top of me, his weight a welcome, grounding pressure. We’re both panting, sweaty, and sticky. The room smells of sex and us. For a long moment, the only sound is our ragged breathing. He presses a soft, almost reverent, kiss to my temple.
“I’m never leaving you again,” he whispers, his voice hoarse but certain. And in the aftermath, with him still inside me, his heart beating against my chest, I believe him.
Even if I know it’s impossible.
32
BECKETT
“Aria’s going to do something…and it’s going to be big,” Dominic rants, pacing. He repeatedly rakes his fingers through his platinum-blond hair, disrupting the strands and making them stick in every direction. “There’s a reason she’s been quiet the last week.”
“At least someone can be quiet,” Zane murmurs, a hint of a pout in his voice.
All our eyes flick in the direction of the hallway, where Ellie is with Landon.
What was the wanker thinking, sneaking into Aria’s home?
Nothing. He was thinking of nothing except Ellie.
A part of me can’t even blame him. Heaven only knows I’m the exact same way when it comes to our girl.
But still. It’s bloody insane. Idiotic. Stupid.
And…
I swallow around the lump in my throat and slowly push to my feet. “I’m going to check on them.”
Real subtle, Beckett. Real fucking subtle.
Dominic quirks an unimpressed eyebrow. “Really?”
Zane grins and rubs his hands together. “Can I come too?”
“I’m just going to check on them,” I reiterate, my skin itching with the need to see Ellie with my own two eyes. And Landon, too, admittedly.
The fucker thought he was being so sly and sneaky. I knew he was here the moment he stepped foot on the property. It’s almost as if I have a sixth sense when it comes to Mania and Ellie. My body is intimately attuned to theirs.
Thank fuck Aria and Fischer aren’t here.
Again, how could Landon be so reckless?
“He must’ve had an important reason for coming here,” I tell the others.
Dominic and Zane both stare at me as if I’m daft.
“Yes. Super important.” Zane nods with feigned seriousness. “I always say that a pussy a day keeps the doctor away.”
“Any pussy?” Dom drawls, folding his arms over his chest, an arrogant grin stretching his lips.
Zane dramatically clutches at his chest. “Of course not. I’m a one-pussy type of man, even if my girl is a five-cock type of woman.”
Dominic rolls his eyes before turning toward me. “Check on them. Figure out why Landon’s here. We’ll hold down the fort, so to speak, and let you know if Aria or Fischer returns.”
Flashing him a grateful smile, I hurry down the hallway, to the room that still doesn’t feel like ours, even after all this time.
My heart hammers in restless anticipation as I forgo knocking. I need to see her, see them. That’s the only thing that will appease my erratic pulse.
Landon and Ellie are asleep and naked in the bed, the covers tangled around their legs. A desperate thrum resonates through me as I take in her perfect curves, those tight pink nipples begging to be sucked.
It’s been too long since I’ve had her.
All rational thoughts dissipate. The only one that remains is my need to claim her. Possess her. Love her.
Slowly, carefully, my eyes never leaving her, I begin to strip off my clothes until I’m as naked as the two of them.
