Fall With Me (Sugarland Creek, #3) (64)
Why is the first time I see my boyfriend half naked in the middle of his parents’ kitchen?
That should be a crime.
A throat clearing grabs my attention, and I snap my focus back to Landen’s face.
“What?”
“I saw that.”
I scratch my cheek, furrowing my brows. “I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about.”
“That was one helluva eye fuck if I’ve ever seen one.”
With both hands on my hips, I scowl. “To be fair…you’ve been holdin’ out on me.”
He closes the gap between us, tilting up my chin. “And you’ve been such a good girl waitin’ so patiently for our first date.”
“You love to torture me, don’t you?”
He knows exactly what he’s doing by calling me a good girl. He says it every time I sit in his lap and get him hard, then he tells me to finish on his cowboy hat.
“Only five more days, Little Devil.” He winks. “And then I promise to give you anything you need.”
Curiously, I arch a brow. “Anything?”
He leans in and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “Anything.”
My chest aches with anticipation of getting to touch him. Although it’s only been a month, it seems so much longer with the intense feelings I have for him.
“Are you gonna tell me what we’re doing for our first date?” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer.
He grasps my hips. “Nope. But wear comfortable clothes.”
“That’s not helpful at all.”
He captures my mouth again and teases me with his tongue. “You’re going to love it, I promise.”
After we eat lunch together, and I’m home for the night, I help my mom with cleaning up the kitchen and catch her up on my day.
“I’ll have to stop by the farmer’s market and grab some bread. It sounds delicious,” she says.
“It is. If you can’t make it, though, I’ll save you a loaf. I’m gonna work the booth this Saturday,” I tell her as I organize a pile of mail.
A letter catches my eye when I see it’s addressed to Aunt Phoebe. But the odd part is the return label says it’s from the Nashville Women’s Prison.
“Mom, what’s this?” I hold it up for her and when she turns to see, her eyes widen in panic.
“Nothin’, sweetie. I screen all of Aunt Phoebe’s mail so she doesn’t get any scammers.” She reaches for it as I study the handwriting and a wave of déjà vu hits me.
“Who would be writing—”
“Just a pen pal, sweetheart.”
“Oh…okay.” I hand it over, wondering why a weird feeling overcame me.
I could ask Aunt Phoebe about it, but I don’t think Mom gives her those letters.
Ever since my accident, Aunt Phoebe doesn’t say much to me and now that I’m spending less time at home, there aren’t as many opportunities to talk to her when she’s in a good mental state.
Keeping to my evening routine, I clean up after dinner, put a load of laundry in, and then wait for Landen to FaceTime me. We don’t stay up too late since he gets up early for work, and I still require eight hours of sleep to keep up with my routine.
Landen
I’m gonna shower quickly, and then I’ll call you.
After seeing him half-naked earlier, I’m feeling a little brave.
Ellie
Or you could call me while you’re in the shower…give me a preview of what you’re keeping hostage.
Landen
I knew it, you only want me for my body.
Ellie
Yep, you caught me. Now strip.
Landen
I’m more than just a piece of meat, you know?
Ellie
Yeah, you have a fierce tongue, too.
Landen
You’re gonna get me all worked up, and I won’t be able to jerk off in the shower if you’re watching.
The ache between my thighs pulses through me at the mental visual. I’ve touched myself every night before bed since the first time we kissed, so I’m desperate to see how he does it.
Ellie
Why not? I want to see.
Landen
You’re being serious?
Ellie
Yes! And then I’ll show you how I touch myself…
Two and a half seconds later, his call comes through.
When I hit accept, he’s already naked in the shower.
My jaw drops as I take in every wet, bare inch of him.
“You’re a tease,” he says.
“Me? Look who’s talkin’.” I angle my screen and look down into it as if I’ll be able to see more of him.
“You touch yourself thinkin’ about me?” he asks, rubbing soap over his arms and chest.