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BOOK: Wanting Her (Loving Her Series)
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Chapter 14-Landon

             
After such an amazing week with Brooklyn, I had to drag myself back to campus. This is my final semester before graduation, so I loaded up with extra classes. I am starting Law School in the fall. I've applied and got my acceptance letter over the holidays.  My LSAT score was pretty good, and my parents were proud. They wanted me to apply to Berkley, but that would be a big drive to see Brooklyn. I didn't tell them that, I just explained that I'd rather stay here to do Law School. They finally accepted that. I expect to stay pretty busy.  I told Brooklyn before leaving that I would call her as much as I could.

             
About a month into the semester, Preston is already dragging my tired ass to another fraternity party. I explain that I would only stay for couple of hours. I have too much to study and need some sleep. I haven't seen Brooklyn since our week together, and I'm missing her like crazy. As soon as we get to the frat house, I see Megan. She spots me instantly as if she was waiting for me to show. She's wearing a short skirt and a white top of some kind. I can tell even from this distance that she is not wearing a bra.

             
I'm standing there with Preston when she slides up to me. "Hey, Landon."

             
"Hey, Meg, What's up?" I look around the room, hoping she won't bring up Brooklyn in front of Preston.

             
"I was hoping you would show up. No girlfriend this time?" Preston swings his head around toward me.

             
"What girlfriend?" he questions me.

             
"No one, just a chick I saw a couple of times. No big deal," I tell him while Megan hangs on my every word.

             
"If it was no one, then you won't be opposed to getting me a drink and having a dance?" she purrs as she wraps her arms around me.

             
Preston waggles his eyebrows at me. "Go for it, dude. She's hot." He leans over to whisper due to the music. I roll my eyes as I walk with Megan to the keg.  Fuck. How do I get out of this with her? I hand her a red cup filled with beer and grab mine, while leading her out toward the dance floor. I down my beer as she sips hers a couple of times.  She hands it to me, making a face of disgust. "I hate beer." She giggles.

             
"I thought you wanted a drink?" I question.

             
"I'll just sip on yours." I chuck her beer back, now feeling the beginning effects of both beers. She wraps her arms around my waist as she begins to grind herself against me to the music. Preston walks by, handing me another beer, not knowing that this is now my third. I'm not a drinker normally. My hips are swaying as she continues grinding. I close my eyes as I look up toward the ceiling, feeling my buzz. Next thing I know, Megan is dragging me through the crowd toward the stairs. We crawl up the stairs stopping in front of the bathroom. "I need to potty. Come with me." I nod as she pulls me in with her, locking the door behind her. I sway slightly as she giggles. "You're drunk."

             
"I feel like it. I need to lie down. I only had three beers, but it doesn't take me much, I guess," I mumble. "Fuck, I'm such a light weight."

             
"You are a light weight." She laughs. I lean up against the wall, my eyes hazy. I watch as her skirt drops to the floor. She steps out of her skirt, standing in front of me in her panties and white shirt. She shimmies out of her panties too and instead of going to pee, she hops onto the counter.

             
I squint at her through my foggy state. "I thought you needed to pee?"

             
"I don't really. Come here." She gives me a come thither motion with her finger.

             
"I'm really not feeling well," I slur to her.

             
She pulls her top off over her head, revealing her small melon-sized tits. Her nipples are fully erect. She manages to spread her legs slightly, and I see she has a small landing strip of hair covering her pussy. "Come on, pleeeese?" she begs.

             
"I can't, Megan. Get some clothes on." I turn around so I'm not staring at her naked body.

             
"Why, Landon?" I hear her hop off the counter.

             
"I just can't. Get dressed so we can get out of here. I need to head home." I press my forehead against the wall, waiting on her to dress. I feel her arms snake around my waist. "Stop." I push her hands away. I turn around, and she is still undressed and pouting.

             
"I can come home with you," she states. "I didn't think you had a girlfriend anymore. Are you gay?" That just pisses me off, sobering me up a little.

             
"What? Gay? Really, you think I'm gay?" I get even more pissed at the sneer on her face.

             
"Prove it," she threatens as she crosses her arms, making her chest bulge out.                            

             
"No, I don't have to prove anything to you," I tell her a little louder than needed.

             
"Scared that you are?" she taunts. "Prove it, or I'll tell everyone that you like to fuck guys."

             
"I can't, I don't have any condoms." I try to justify my not wanting to touch her. She turns and bends over at her waist, showing me her pussy from behind as she fishes out a condom from her back pocket of her jean skirt. Fuck. When she turns back to me, she rips the package open using her teeth. She reaches toward my jeans. I push her hands away before she can even get them unbuttoned. "Don't." I grit my teeth, trying to control the now aroused dick in my pants. I can't do this to Brooklyn. "Tell people what you want. I know that I fucking love pussy. Just not yours." I turn and head toward the door. I look back, and she is standing there shocked from being turned down. "You want to get dressed first?" I ask with my hand on the doorknob.

             
"Fuck you, Landon," she hisses as I open the door, leaving the door wide open for anyone to see what a slut she is. As soon as I get to the bottom of the stairs, I can still hear her screaming at me. I run into Preston as I'm about to head out the door.

             
"Fuck, is she pissed? What happened, I thought the girls loved your junk." Preston laughs, and I can tell he's pretty wasted.

             
"Yeah, she wanted my junk, but I wasn't feeling it. I'm going to head back, you staying or want to go?" As he starts to sway a little, I grab him by his shoulders and steer him out the door to my truck to head back to the apartment.

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              I decide to hang back from any more parties for a while. First reason being because of Megan, and second reason because I can't seem to hold much alcohol. I concentrate on my studies because I'm determined to manage my  4.0. The sooner I get done with school, the sooner Brooklyn will take me more serious. She tells me that she loves me often when we talk, but sometimes I get this feeling that she still sees me as a kid.  I don't want to be a kid. I want to be a man, and be her man. I love her. Our spring break trip is coming up soon, and I can't wait to be on vacation. I'm looking forward to her on the beach in her string bikini. I hope that during the night I can sneak into her room for a little alone time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 15- Brooklyn

             
We just landed in Mexico and are being shuttled to our hotel. I can tell the boys are super excited. I know I am. I can't wait to relax on the beach with a good book, do a little snorkeling, and maybe parasail. They show us to our rooms, which are adjoining. I got the boys two doubles while I have a king. After unpacking our stuff, the boys are already eager to head down to the pool for drinks. I dress in a pale pink bikini that barely covers my most private areas. When I walk out to meet the boys, Landon grins while Preston frowns.

             
"What is that?" Preston grumbles.

             
"My new suit," I say, looking down at my small frame that has little on at the time.

             
"Go change," he demands. I look over at Landon, and he just nods, agreeing with Preston. I roll my eyes. "You're going to make us uncomfortable down there like that." 

             
"Get over it." I wrap my sarong around me and walk away, listening to them bitch about my suit of choice. We get to the pool and several pair of eyes stare. I don't care. I find a lounger and lose my sarong before walking into the water. I automatically order myself a drink at the bar.

             
I feel a small splash, and Landon slides up next to me and whispers, "You look so fucking hot. But I don't like all these guys ogling you. I wish you would have changed. Even the suits you wear at the house are better than this."  I'm about to respond, but Preston swims over huffing and puffing.  He orders a drink and pouts.

             
I laugh at the boys while we all enjoy a relaxing afternoon in the pool with cool drinks.

**

              After having dinner together, the boys head off to play awhile, so I curl up on my bed to enjoy a good book. I hear them come in around one in the morning sounding pretty drunk. I just roll my eyes. A part of me was hoping that Landon would sneak over to see me before bed, but I don't hear anything from him for about thirty minutes. I lay my book down, deciding to go to sleep, when I feel the bed dip. He pulls me toward his chest. "I'm not having drunk sex with you tonight," I whisper.

             
"I'm not drunk. I barely had two beers. I played it off with Preston, I wanted to see you, so I allowed him to drink more than usual so I could come and be with you, plus I wanted to be sober enough to make sure he makes it back safe." He kisses my neck, moving closer around to my jaw toward my mouth. I roll over onto my back, while he settles himself between my legs. He props himself up on his elbows on each side of my head. I can smell the combination of beer and mint on his breath. I circle my arms around his body, while pulling him down toward me.  Our kiss starts hungry immediately, escalating quickly to us ripping what little clothes we have left off. I push Landon onto his back while I climb on and push onto his impressive erection. I start moving in sync with his thrusts. He grips my hips, digging his fingers in. I hold onto his shoulders as I pump up and down on his cock.  His mouth latches on to my right nipple as I lean over him, grabbing the headboard for support. I continue to enjoy my ride of pleasure as I moan. "You are so fucking hot and wet right now, baby. Were you waiting on me to come take care of this?" He groans as my inner muscles squeeze against his cock in my body’s attempt to rise to the top. I feel the drop coming.

             
"Yes. Oh, Landon, faster." I pant as I moan out an explosive release.

             
"I'm coming with you, baby." He groans again as he stills emptying his seed into my body.  I fall onto his chest, panting, with his chest rising and falling. I kiss his chest and taste sweat mixed with the smell of his fresh soap he must have used before coming into my bed. "I love you, Brooklyn," he whispers as his own breathing is returning to normal.

             
"I love you too," I whisper as I close my eyes completely, happy lying on Landon with his arms around me and still inside my body.

             
Sometime during the night, I feel Landon grow inside my body and know that he is awake when I feel him stoking up and down my back before grabbing my ass. I moan into his neck. Partly aroused and partly half-asleep. I roll us so he is on top of me, never breaking contact. He starts to thrust up as I wrap my legs around him, enjoying the slow movement in and out of my body. He sucks on one nipple before going on to the other. I arch my back, begging for more attention. He starts rubbing my tight bud, building up another release my body is needing. "Harder, Baby," I whimper to him. He chuckles as he picks up his speed, hitting my needed spot harder and faster. He grabs both of my legs, lifting them to his shoulders as he continues his pounding. Within minutes, my orgasm peaks, and I grab a pillow to muffle my scream. He groans, also releasing inside me once again.

             
"Fuck, Brooklyn." He pants as he kisses all over my face and lowers my legs back down. I giggle.

             
"What?" I grab his face to place kisses on his soft lips.

             
"I need to get to my bed soon," he mumbles through my kisses.

             
"I know. I just don't want you too." I pout to him.

             
He chuckles. "Me either. Hey, Brooklyn?"

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