Landon's Desire (Book Three of The Pulse Series 3) (14 page)

“I’ll get them,” Carl retrieved two glasses from the cupboard and set them on the counter. “And I’m not snippy.”

“You are undeniably snippy Babes, what’s up?”

Could he admit to Landon he was frustrated both sexually and mentally and it was driving him to the edge? No, not yet. Carl shrugged it off, searching in the drawer for the corkscrew.

Once he located the corkscrew, he turned into a pair of warm lush lips crashing to his. His heart raced with such fury he could hear it echo in his head. His hands raked into Landon’s raven locks and he pushed his mouth harder against Landon’s, he couldn’t get any closer without swallowing him whole.

One hand around Carl’s back, his palm open against the crack of his ass, the other at the nape of his neck, Landon would take no less than total surrender from Carl. He wasn’t allowing the man to escape him and the way Carl melted to his chest proved he wasn’t putting up much of a fight.

Landon was never more pleased with just a kiss.

As he quietly moaned, Carl grasped Landon’s shoulders, digging his fingers in and adjusting his stance until his arousal touched the bulge in Landon’s flimsy shorts. Two thin layers of fabric didn’t disguise the notable twitch of Landon’s cock against his.

Landon pulled back long enough to ask, “Do you have a fucking clue what you’re doing to me, Babes?” Then licked his tongue across Carl’s lips and continued the kiss.

Sure Landon had kissed his share of men, sure he had enjoyed it, but with Carl it was like no other kiss he’d ever shared. He was completely lost in the moment, lost in the taste, the sound and the feel of Carl. He was so hard it hurt, pushing against Carl helped alleviate some of the pressure, but there was only one thing to do.

He reached his hand into the waistband of Carl’s bottoms and stroked down his length, Carl flinched, his body reacting to the touch, their lips never separated. Landon pulled him free and listened to Carl sigh.

Carl in turn pulled Landon free of his shorts, he couldn’t see the length of him, but by the feel of him and the fact that his fingers couldn’t touch, his girth alone was impressive. He gently stroked him several times before Landon peeled his hand free.

Landon took both Carl’s hands and placed then on the cheeks of his ass. Carl smiled against his lips and worked his hands into Landon’s shorts against his bare skin.

With both cocks in his hands, Landon held them together and started to rock his hips while sliding his tongue across the seam of Carl’s lips until he opened and their tongues touched.

The moan that escaped Carl shocked them both. He had never felt anything like it, the head of Landon’s cock against his, the hot friction and the silky feel of their hard cocks stroking together and he was nearly done.

“I’m going to cum,” he said against Landon’s lips.

“I’m going to have to teach you how to control that,” Landon laughed, taking his hand away.

“Fuck, what are you…?”

Landon closed his hand over Carl’s mouth grinning into his wide eyed stare, as he licked a trail gently with painstaking leisure down Carl’s chest, over his sculpted abs until he was seated on his knees staring at Carl’s impressive penis, he licked up the length of his growing shaft and Carl moaned noisily trying to push his head away.

Landon was relentless in his quest, his greedy mouth working Carl into a frenzied mess.

“Fuck me,” Carl groaned, as Landon sucked him deep to the back of his throat and swallowed.

“Mmm…” Landon moaned and with the new sensation, Carl shot his load into Landon’s eager mouth.

Landon stood and wiped his mouth with his thumb, noting the uncomfortable look on Carl’s face, the look that said
I’m not ready for this.

“Relax Babes,” he said, taking Carl’s hand in his and wrapping it around his cock with a wicked smirk. “Just a few strokes is all it’ll take, kiss me.”

Carl smiled and kissed his lips to Landon’s, he could taste the pungent remnants of his own cum. Landon took their hands and increased their grasp and their pace. It felt awkward at first, but once Carl surrendered to Landon’s command, it took on a sensual intimacy.

Landon’s eyes closed, his lips parted and he growled as his seed spirted from him, jetting to the floor like a fountain.

“Oops!” Landon joked.

“You’ll clean that up mister,” Carl scolded jokingly. “Thank God for hardwood.”

“Thank God for orgasms, I needed that in the worst way.”

“Ace, I’m not…I’m,”

“Don’t sweat it,” Landon assured him. “There’s no need to rush this thing, I have all the time in the world.”

“But what if I’m never ready?” Carl asked, dropping his eyes to the floor.

Landon hooked his finger under Carl’s chin lifting until their eyes met. “You will be, Babes, I know you will.”

He winked causing Carl to smile.

TEN

“I don’t know why I agreed to this.” Landon shook his head.

Arthur had decided that it was time for a boys’ poker weekend before the weather changed and he had to close up the lodge for the winter. They were going to do a little hunting, fishing and a whole lot of drinking. Landon was convinced he had been invited for the sole purpose of lining the boys’ pockets, since they knew from past experience that he was a lousy card player.

Landon smiled when he remembered that night, it was the night he had kissed Carl for the first time and the night Carl had clocked him one. Oh, how times had changed.

“Because it’s going to a blast, besides I’m short on cash and it’s a guaranteed money making weekend if you come,” Gus, the bartender from upstairs at
Passion
, joked. “Bring plenty of cash I have a car payment due.”

“You’re a fucking riot!” Landon said, unamused.

“It sounds like a great time to me,” Tara, one of the servers said in an overly sarcastic tone, stretching over the bar for a pen, “A bunch of sweaty-ass men killing small defenseless animals, and then getting drunk, smoking stinky cigars and playing poker until dawn.”

“You want to come too?” Gus directed his question to Tara. “We’ll have a beard growing contest, you’re sure to win.”

“Fuck you Gus,” Tara sneered, turning to face Landon, trying to steer the conversation in his direction alone.

“You wish you could get a piece of this,” Gus grabbed his crotch and blew her a kiss.

“You’re vile.”

“Easy you two, people are going to get the impression you like each other or something,” Landon laughed.

Tara narrowed her eyes at Gus, sending imaginary darts flying at the imaginary target drawn on his forehead. “No worries here.”

“Non what-so-ever,” Gus confirmed.

“So there is me, Carl, you and Arthur of course, since it’s his lodge,” Landon smiled. “Who else is going?”

“Mase, Rex and Chase,” Gus looked to the ceiling as he thought, “Jack Daniel’s, Johnnie Walker and Captain Morgan.”

“See,” Tara shook her head, “the mentality of a teenage boy.”

Landon raised his brow and pointed a finger, stopping Gus from saying something completely inappropriate and starting an out and out battle of the sexes.

“Gus, can you give me the liquor order? Carl’s waiting for it.”

“I’ll talk to you later,” Tara said, walking over to a table to take a couple’s order.

“Later sweet-cheeks,” Landon said.

Gus handed him the checked off order sheet, clearing away Landon’s empty glass and wiping the counter.

“You guys want to go with me and Rex and save on gas?”

“No we’ll meet you there, I have work to finish up before we leave.”

***

“So this is your office?” Carl asked. “It’s nothing like I imagined.”

“Because it was my father’s office,” Landon said, spanning through papers, signing where post-it tabs had been left. “I never bothered to change anything, I’m not here enough to care.”

There were framed pictures on the wall behind Landon’s desk. Carl walked over to have a closer look. Each photo contained a fabulously expensive car, the likes of which Carl could only own on the pages of a car magazine, and two people shaking hands. One man appeared to be in every photo, he had to be Landon’s dad because the likeness was uncanny. From his tall well-built stature, to the smile that took Carl’s breath away, the only thing they didn’t share were their eyes. Landon’s dad had soft blue piercing eyes, where Landon’s were mocha brown and happy.

“I won’t bother asking,” Carl laughed. “That’s your dad with those sexy ass cars.”

“Yep,” Landon said. “Third photo from the left on the bottom, recognize anyone?”

Carl bent over and squinted. “Get the fuck outta here, he owns the biggest collection of cars known to man.”

“And one of those cars was customized by Liberator,” Landon said nonchalantly. “I even had a hand in creating that little beauty…I got to wash it.”

“Wow, that’s special,” Carl laughed, as he turned and wrapped his arms around Landon’s neck from behind.

“You’ll never know just how special.”

“Landon,” Morgan his secretary said, as she walked into the room and set several file folders onto his desk. “Leave those papers with these files and I’ll put them away later.”

Morgan looked up from what she was doing and smiled. “Hey Carl, how are you?”

“I’m good, and you?”

“Living the dream,” she laughed.

Carl released himself from Landon and walked over to a large plate glass window that overlooked a garage area. A car’s metallic blue frame was hoisted in the air while men were working below it. They were all dressed in white coveralls with white baseball caps and steel toed boots. Car parts lay on the floor and a man with a clipboard was busy delegating parts between several men and checking them off. It looked like a well-oiled machine, without the oil, everything was so pristine and orderly.

“Sorry about getting in the way of your weekend plans,” she said, as Landon read over papers and signed them. Carl turned when he heard her. “But I’m afraid this has to be done before the end of business today, the deadline is approaching and we’ve never been late with a delivery.”

“It’s all good, right Carl?” Landon asked, his eyes glued to his task.

“It’s okay, I’m in no rush to experience the great outdoors,” Carl said, squeezing Landon’s shoulder. “But you do what you have to…business comes first.”

Landon gave him a small smile, one corner of his mouth lifting.

“Thanks Morgan, I won’t be long. If I don’t see you before we go, have a great weekend,” Landon said, turning his attention back to the papers.

“You too,” Morgan said and left.

Carl went back to the window and watched silently as Landon finished up. Two hands pressed on the glass on either side of Carl’s head, as lips caressed the nape of his neck. He didn’t move, enjoying Landon’s hot breath against his skin. He turned his body to face Landon and they shared equal smiles.

“I’m thinking,” Landon said.

“That’s dangerous,” Carl said, running his fingers along the buttons on Landon’s shirt.

Landon scowled as he moved closer. “As I was saying, I’m thinking we could bring that shit-box of yours in and give it a tweak or two, nothing too drastic, just a few bells and whistles and a paintjob.”

“What’s the matter with my baby?” Carl asked, insulted. “She purrs like a kitten, what do you mean by bells and whistles?”

“Take her back to her original, like she just left the factory,” Landon assured him. “Only better.”

“I can’t afford to do that, my middle name’s not fucking money bags you know.”

“I never mentioned charging you a dime,” Landon touched his hand to Carl’s cheek. “I want to do this for you.”

Carl ducked under his arm and stood with his arms across his chest, when Landon turned the scowl on Carl’s face stopped him in his tracks.

“We need to get one thing very clear,” Carl said.

“What’s that?” Landon asked, cautiously moving closer.

“I don’t have money, it doesn’t pour out of my ass,” Carl gestured to his rear end and made Landon titter. “And just because you may have a steady stream pouring from yours doesn’t mean I want you spending it on me. If and when I want to spruce up my vehicle, I’ll find a way of doing it on my own.”

“I’m sorry,” Landon pressed up against Carl’s body, spreading his open palms on his back, “I wanted to make you happy.”

“I am happy,” Carl snarled. “I’m over the fucking moon happy. I don’t need you buying me shit.”

“Well,” Landon fisted Carl’s shirt and touched their noses together. “Like it or fucking lump it, if I want to buy you shit, I’m going to buy you shit.”

After a few seconds of seething glares, they burst into laughter and held each other tight for a long minute.

“What time is it?” Carl asked.

“Time we hit the road,” Landon said, “and buy you a fucking watch.”

Carl slapped Landon’s ass and they laughed again when he whispered, “Spank me again Babes, I like it.”

***

The lodge wasn’t quite as grand as Arthur had made it out to be. Sure it was big, built out of logs and was located in the middle of the wilderness, but when Landon was told it was a lodge, he was thinking a Chalet kind of deal.

Once inside they discovered there were four small bedrooms to accommodate seven large men, a huge common area which suited its purpose well and a large eat-in kitchen with a table that sat ten.

And if anyone asked, Landon would have said it was most definitely
rustic
.

Thank God it was nestled deep in the woods and located on the shore of a large man-made lake, because there was no running water and the closest thing to plumbing was a decrepit outhouse with a crescent moon cut out of the door, which was clearly the worse for wear. Washroom facilities consisted of a cold shallow lake and whatever tree you chose to water.

“It’s going to be great,” Landon pinched Carl’s chin and kissed the tip of his nose. “Look at the size of the bathtub.”

Carl apprehensively looked out the window at the lake and let out a sigh, “What time are we leaving on Sunday?”

“Let loose, Babes,” Landon said, standing behind Carl with his hand on his shoulder. “Breathe in the fresh air and enjoy Mother Nature at her finest…for Christ’s sake relax.”